HER CRUSH

Chapter19

Zarah ...
I blinked repeatedly, ensuring I wasn't dreaming. Abdul had proposed! Though I'd fantasized about this, I never thought he'd confess his love so suddenly.

Zarah, it's 12:20. I shouldn't keep Sufyan waiting," he exclaim , brows arched, looking like a man on a mission.

I took a deep breath, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions. "I hope I won't regret giving you a chance, Abdul," I managed, calming myself. "

"Should I take it as a yes?"

I nodded, smiling like a fool.

Thank you, Zarah. You won't regret it, Insha Allah Good night beautiful ," he whispered, his voice low and sweet.

"Good night." "Night!" I replied, exiting the car.

As I rushed inside, I was ecstatic. "Unbelievable! Something I never imagined possible!" bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. "Abdul just confessed ! The love of my life!" Basking in joy, I delayed entering the estate, smiling like a lunatic.

The next morning, bustling noises surrounded me. I opened my eyes, stretched, and recited my morning dua. Abdul's message popped up on my screen. "Good morning, beautiful."

I replied, smiling like a fool. "Nothing makes me happier than having a handsome, caring guy like him as my boyfriend.

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Two years later
Time flew. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. My relationship with Abdul continued to flourish.

He is  the epitome of a gentleman  caring, calm, and thoughtful. Whenever possible, he'd travel from Abuja to Kaduna, just to see me.After our exams, Alhamdulillah, we had a two-week break. I planned to spend it at Aunt Ramlah's house.

I admired Abdul's accomplishments. He has co-founded A&S Engineering Services with his cousin, Sufyan. Their strong bond is  inspiring.I checked the time - 2:30 pm - I awaited Abdul's arrival. Despite my protests, he insisted on driving me to Aunt Ramlah's.

"Our family is aware of our relationship, and Abdul has expressed his desire to meet his father to discuss our marriage. As for his other girlfriend, whom I have never meet, I have spoken to her once over the phone, and she didn't come across as particularly pleasant. However, Abdul assured me that she is kind and friendly; it is just that I haven't meet her in person. He also mentioned that he isn't on good terms with her mother."

"Speaking of which, tomorrow is my birthday, and I'll be turning 22, Insha Allah. I was lost in thought, I heard my mother calling out my name. I responded and made my way to the parlor, where I was surprised to see Abdul sitting on the couch, looking handsome and captivating in his sky-blue kaftan. He always looked dashing in traditional attire."

"I quickly returned to my room, wrapped my veil, and adjusted my fitted gown with a beautiful blue and orange pattern. I added a bit more perfume and walked back out to meet Abdul, who smiled and raised an eyebrow in admiration."

"We should get going," he exclaimed, glancing at his wristwatch. "Today is Friday, and I have to be at the masjid by one o'clock." I returned to my room, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my bag and suitcase, and joined Abdul outside. With his help, he loaded the suitcase into the car and waited patiently for me."

" I walked back to my mother's place, she handed me a package wrapped in leather, instructing me to give it to Aunt Ramlah. I am sure what it is , but I nodded obediently."

Mrs. Abdul, how are you doing?' He asked as he started the car.

I rolled my eyes, responding with a teasing 'Not yet, mister!' which made him chuckle."