You Crept Into My Heart [Rewritten Version Continuation]

|4| One Month

A F I A    P A T E L

"So,do you accept?" My mom squealed like a little kid high on sugar. Five days ago the Khan family came to ask for my hand in marriage and up till now I'm still confused. About two mights ago I had another dream about Ubaidullah and I only this time we had two kids, 1 boy and 1 girl. We were by a field having some sort of family picnic and the smiles on our faces clearly indicated that we were happy.

I sighed, "Ma, I don't know. Do you think I'm ready to take the next step?"

"Fia," my mother said whilst placing her hand on my own intertwined hands that lay idly on the granite kitchen counter, "you may not seem ready but I know you are. You're almost 22. If you want more time to get to know Ubaidullah then absolutely. No questions asker. I'll just have to tell Mashooda you're not ready as yet and you're asking for at least one month to get to know each other better and then we'll see if you'll are happy to get married. Just please, give it some thought. This boy will be good for you. Plus you'll will make pretty cute babies one day." I playfully rolled my eyed and softly nudged her on the shoulder.

One month.

One month to hopefully fall in love with him.

One month to make up my mind.

One month is all I have.

Maybe,just maybe, we can try this out. After all I'll only know once I try it out. Right?

I heave a sigh. "Fine,maybe we can work this out. But if I'm going to give this a try I want either Mads or Yasmeen to be there." I remove my hands from underneath hers and cross them across my chest. She nods her head in approval. "Only fair."

"What's my favorite sister up too?" I hear Mads voice ask from the kitchen door. He ruffles my hair with his knuckles and I let out a groan.

"I'm your only sister." I say in a duh tone. He shrugs and takes a bite out of the red apple from the fruit basket. I internally cringe. I absolutely hate apples. The only way I'll ever eat it is without the skin and it has to have a powdery taste or I'll have to put loads of sugar on it.

My mother smacks him on the back of his head and I burst out in a fit of laughter. Snorting like a dying horse. "Wash it first!" He mumbles a quick sorry while washing the apple.

I grab a naartjie from the fruit basket and tell Ahmad to wash it. When he gives it back I happily peel the skin off. The potent smell of it hits me in the face and I smile. Ahmad Saeeds phone starts to ring 'Starboy by the weekend' and I let out a stifled laugh as he immediately picks it up just as the chorus starts. He greets the person and starts having a conversation and after a few seconds he cuts the call. As I'm about to plop the last piece of the delicious fruit in my mouth he steals it and begins walking to the exit of the kitchen. Before he leaves he turns around, "Mama I'm going to meet Ubaidullah," he pauses you wiggle his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes, "at the mall, so I'll be a little late today supper. Wanna join us, my dear sister?" He asks while twirling the car keys around his index finger. He throws a smirk my way and I stick my tongue out at him. He throws a quick glance to see if our mother is looking before showing me the middle finger.

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"Oh my god. This is absolutely delicious!"

"I know."

"Best thing I ever tasted in my whole entire life!"