You Crept Into My Heart [Rewritten Version Continuation]

[2] Getting To The Good Part

A F I A    P A T E L

I felt three emotions overpower me in this moment. Confusion. Confused because why would Ubaidullah want to marry me? I don't even know him. He doesn't even know me. He knows my brother apparently.

Anger. Anger because how can my own father decide such an important decision in my life for me. Its me getting the proposal not my father. He's not the one spending the rest of his life with a person he barley knows anything about. He already had his time to get married, its my time not his.

Hurt. That's the emotion that was overpowering the other emotions right now. It felt like I could hear let alone feel my heart shattering. Was it that easy for my father to just say yes? To just agree like I'm an object in one of his business deals? I couldn't fathom that my father-without a second thought- said yes. All because he knows the family?

It's my decision to make. My choice. My life. Not his.

"So, what do you say A?" My father asks me with a broad smile that showed a glint of his white teeth.

"I-I don't know. I don't mean anything bad. I just hardly know anything about him. Shouldn't we get to know each other first before getting married?" I said while using my hands to gesture between the two of us. Come on! The only thing we know about each other are our names, and me basically being an eavesdropper but that's besides the point. The only thing we have in common issues that we both know Ahmad Saeed. My eyes widened. Ahmad Saeed. He knew. That bloody rascal knew! That's why he said I'll find out soon!

My father waved it off. "All you need to know is that he's a good fella and he'll treat you well. He comes from a good background and is an accountant."

My mouth opened slightly. I couldn't believe my father. He just wants to send me off with a boy I barely know. Marriage is a bond between two people who love and care for each other. Who want to have kids with each other, spend the rest of your lives with person and grow old together. Not because 'he comes from a good background' or because 'he's an accountant'. Heck I don't even care that he's an accountant.

I looked at my mother for help hoping that she would understand the facial expression that I'm making which honestly probably looks like I'm constipated.

My mother looked at me with a pained expression and I mentally did an air fist bump. "Abdullah, don't you think we're going a bit too fast? Maybe we should give Afia time to think this over? It's a life changing decision."my mother pointed out and a burst of hope erupted within me.

Thank god! Someone understands me!

"Oh no, no pressure at all. We didn't want a finalized answer today. We'll give you'll some time to decide but don't take too long now." Aunty Mashooda jokes and throws a wing at my direction.

I look at Ubaidullah from the corner of my eye. How in the hell does he look so damn composed?! The only sign of his nerves were his messy hair and his twitching fingers.

"Oh goodness! Look at the time! Almost half past four. We have to get going if we want to reach home in time for maghrib." Uncle Abdullah says while glancing at his watch. He stood up- meaning that were leaving but we all know for our parents its going to be another ten minutes finishing up here then another fifteen minutes wishing at the door. My father also joined them but I remained seated. Trying my best not to  meet the piercing gaze of Ubaidullah.

The parents exchanged a few last words and by few I mean the normal I hope I see you soon and you should come visit us sometimes or oh yes InshaAllah I'll definitely come visit you soon and by that we all know the soon will never be soon. Almost everywhere my mother goes she says the exact same thing and till now she hasn't visited one person because in reality she's just being polite.