She is now a married woman now, not just to some person but her former lecturer. It wasn't a love marriage,not an arranged marriage too, in other words its a contract marriage but the relief is he's a kind hearted more than Jafar. Hajiya Amina grinned , she knew the bride was getting uncomfortable.
"I don't want you to see me as a mother in-law but a mother okay? Her groom mother assured.
No doubt murja looked stunning, her friends and cousins ain't gonna stay here with her forever, her spouse mother noticed her fears. "Yes ma."
"You must not hesitate to meet me if you need something. "she nodded.
Zainab and Rahma came to meet her in the room. They sat close to her while some of her friends were seated in the living room room, since it's a ceremony, the house will be filled with people. Everybody is eager to see the bride it doesn't even look like the groom had gotten married before.
The room temperature was frigid. Ahmad glanced at her photo in his wallet.Guilt was written all over his face. He had swore he's never getting married again.He knew how painful it is to love some one who couldn't stay forever with. One thing he's assured about is that he's never going to fall in love his heart is only meant for her. So many things had happened lately, he got a new job which is almost paying two times of his lecturing job. He finally summon the courage to see his bride. They are just married in the eyes of the society no strings attached. The both of them are going to respect each others privacy and mind their business all they need to do is to pretend in front of everyone. He entered His mother's room and saw his new bride smiling widely with her family members. He traced the structure of her face and noticed she had a dimple too. When Habiba caught him staring she coughs. "Don't worry she's all yours Ango."
He screw it, felt so embarrassed, he couldn't fathom what murjaa could think of him. The beautiful bride turned and saw him. She kept a straight face the smile on her face had vanished into thin air.
"I got call to make, so take your time."Zainab smiled mischievously trying to drag her murjanatu cousin to give them privacy.
Silence enveloped the room, one could hear the walking steps of an ant. He finally managed to say.
"How are you?"
" Fine."she mumbled.
"Just checking if there is a problem.if there is any I'd like to solve."
"There isn't. "Was the words she could utter.
Night came quickly. They all slept in her in-laws's house. The newlyweds are going to stay there for a week. Thanks to Zainab she got to know some of the members of their extended family.
It's finally the time for them to go to their matrimonial house, it's not actually far from their. It was a smooth ride though nobody spoke to each other. Hajiya suggested Abdullah stays with her but his father vehemently refused, he's with them too.
"I want ice cream."the father pretended as if he didn't hear.
" I also want let's stop."she wishpered, one could barely her voice. he stopped at the nearest place to get it. She alighted from the car. Few minutes later she came with two plates of ice cream. Ahmad seem disappointed it was clearly written in his face.
"Only two?"
"Yes."she began to scoped the savory ice cream not waiting for them to reach home.
"Couldn't even ask if I want."he murmured.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing,we are almost here."he made a turn to the street.
She knew he wants the ice cream, she wondered why would a thirtyish be whining about ice cream. "we could share if you want."
"No! I am okay."he furrowed his brows.
Ahmad showed her the room she's going to stay.Here is your room, I am sure you wouldn't expect us to stay in the same room, he is cleary that type who goes with I like my privacy. The room was neatly arranged, the wall is painted lavender and white. it is balanced with the white ceiling and lampshade, plus the white chest of drawers with brass knobs which add a stylish touch.No doubt The owner of the house has a very good interior designer.She owns a table too.She changed into an navy blue Abaya and wrapped her nude scarv neatly on her neck. She decided to take a tour around the house.The luminous bulb shines so bright in the livinow, room the television was on. She checked the kitchen and noticed there aren't enough food stuff just light ones. Murjah was already feeling hungry after she took her ice cream.Ahmad had came to meet her eairler to ask if she was hungry, she clearly said no. Her phone was ringing, Earlier she called Rahma but she's not picking up.
"Amarya(bride) "Rahma squealed.
"At this point you will make me go deaf with your shout,Is that your greeting now? "She sat on the kitchen stool.
"No my darling but that's what you are, now."
"Oh please."she frowned.
"How are you?"
"Obviously fine."
Both girls whined about how they are missing each other.
"I was wondering, what "Ahmad couldn't complete his statement he noticed she was on a call giggling, he wasn't he sure on what he could call her. He has decided to call her by her name.
"What happened Sir?"she took a few steps close to him, she could perceive his perfume, it had engulf her.The groom isn't sure why she's using the respect tag Sir for him, what would people think.
"I was wondering, what you would eat for dinner. So that I'll place order before it gets too late. Ahmad rubbed his beards.
"We won't continue to buy food for the rest of our lives.I am going to cook."her voice was soft, her head was down it's clearly that she was avoiding eye contact with him.
He didn't think she knew how to cook food. He wasn't so sure about that."Don't worry I'll ask Hajiya to get a house help for us. you won't have to do anything.
"If you say so.But I'll make noodles for this dinner."
"But.. "He protests.
"I won't poison you."
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