Kapitel 7: 7.
"Hatina won't you wake up, there's not enough time, you need to get up". I feel someone tapping me as the voice sounds like Khadijah's.
"Wake up for what? Today is Saturday and I don't go to work on Saturday, so let me be please, I need to sleep." I plead rolling on the bed.
"Ya Allah did you loose your memory or what? Hatina farouk wake up its your wedding!" Khadijah yells pulling the sheets off me. The sound of what she just said made my heart flinch and my body tremble.
"What did you say? my wedding? My wedding?" I ask still in disbelief. "its my wedding, am I dreaming? I'm actually getting married!" I fly up sitting straight meeting eye to eye with Khadijah.
"Yes it's your wedding so go get ready." Khadijah says while still standing. The thought comes to my mind again, if I'm getting married, I'm definitely getting married to someone and that someone is.... Oh my lord. Ya Allah
Anuur.
"Wait a minute." my sister stops as she is about to leave the room. "Ya Allah its my wedding, it my wedding khadijah, to... To that man, its my wedding to that man that doesn't have respect for people's feeling, its my wedding to ANNUR ABUBAKAR." I panick covering my face with my palm.
"Hatina, hey what's wrong?" Khadijah asks. I haven't really had the time to talk to Khadijah because she has been so busy since she came and she also arrived late to the house yesterday all the way from Qatar, so she had been really busy taking care of preparations for my wedding.
When she came we just talked a bit, but she got called by mom again so I had no time to talk to her. I couldn't tell her how I felt about annur on the phone, so I decided that when she comes over which I thought she was going to do earlier before we actually get married.
I didn't tell her that I'm only doing this for Abba, and to save myself from embarrassment, neither did i didn't tell her how annur treated me nor did I get to tell her anything.
"I don't want to get married to him Khadijah, he doesn't respect me, I'm just like a game to him, what kind of man is that? What kind of marriage will that be" I say my voice shaking and tears rolling down my eyes. I start to cry and cry really hard.
I don't want to get married but I have no choice. It is my wedding after all.
"Hatina what are you saying? Why didn't you tell me all these before? And if you knew how he was why are you still going on with it?" Khadijah asks surprised.
I knew this would be her reaction. She always told me to get married to someone I love, to someone I derive joy from and never make that mistake of marrying someone who is gonna treat me with disrespect but with all her words, where did I end up?
"What am I supposed to do huh? Neither you nor I can do anything about it. I am doing this for Abba and I still am. I didn't tell you this to burden you, it's my burden and with Allah's help I'll get through it, I have hope that Allah knows best and will do what is good for me," I tell her through running nose.
Khadijah let out a heavy sigh taking time before speaking, as she stares at me probably looking at how stupid and dumb of a sister she has.
"I always knew from the beginning that you had the purest mind I have ever seen, you were always so good that I always prayed for you to get a person who deserved you, to marry someone who will shower you with so much love but as you said Allah knows best," she sighed "But if I had known about all these I would have talked to Abba about it and I'm mad at you for not telling me these all this time." I bow my head in tears as I feel bad also for not telling her. "Tell me hatina. Tell me the truth do you still want to go ahead with this marriage, because if you don't all you have to do is say the words" Khadijah asks being serious.
I think about what she just said, if I cancel this marriage I don't know what kind of situation that would put me in. Apart from that, what would my Abba do, even if Khadijah decide to talk to Abba I still know he won't be happy.
"Yes I do, I'm going to marry him" I say confidently. I'm already in this so its time to stop being scared and get over with it, what ever happens, happens with the will of Allah.
Khadijah nods patting me on the shoulder then pulling me into a hug. "I know no matter what, we will get through this little sis, I wish you a very happy married life, Allah's noir. And always count on me for anything." Khadijah consoles me as I cry on her shoulders.
So much for being strong huh?
"Thank you so much, I love you so so much I don't know what I'll do without you." I tell her sniffing while pulling away from the hug.
"I love you too. Now its time for the bride to get dressed, she mustn't be late, you don't want to keep your husband waiting," Khadijah teased and I laughed bringing back my positive side. Khadijah pats my head one last time before leaving for me to get dressed so I quickly go to take my bath, as I didn't want to disappoint anyone today.
I come out cleaning all the water on my body and then wearing my dress. Umma said the makeup artist is going to arrive soon and I needed to get other things ready.
Soon, the makeup artist came not long after and started doing my makeup.
"You are a very beautiful bride," she compliments as I blush looking at myself in the mirror and admiring who is on the other side. I look different, I look beautiful and I look like a bride, but one other thing was missing I am not having that bridal glow which I decid to give myself now. Even if its not a marriage of love, its still my marriage and I'm going to make it count.
The makeup artist gets done, as we were the other necessities but before I get ready and decide to go downstairs to meet everyone.
I am sure the house must be crowded more than it was yesterday as voices can be heard all over while I take the stairs bit by bit not wanting to fall on my heels.
"Oh my, hatina you look beautiful mashaAllah" Aunt ashara says coving her mouth to avert her surprise.
"Thank you, you look beautiful too." I replied blushing.
"Well not as you do." She pats my head lightly giving me a warm smile and I return it before she walks away.
I let out a small smile on my face not wanting to blush too much and make it visible that I am indeed Proud of how I look.
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Every where is so busy that I hadn't checked the time but when I look at the at my phone, it is already 1.
"Hatina! Hatina!" Khalid yells my name as I smile at him running to me. "Umma said you won't be living with us anymore, is that true?". Khalid asks upon reaching me.
"Yes Khalid that's true I'm getting married so I won't be living here anymore, but I promise I'll be coming to visit so no need to worry, I'll always come to see you and if I don't you could always come to my place, okay?" I say assuring him.
"Okay, but I'll miss you." He says with tears visible in his eye.
"I'll miss you too." The words from the little boy's mouth makes my eye watery and I begin to sob but remembered that I don't want to ruin my face and look like a clown in front of my family and also get insulted by annur, because I'm sure that's definitely going to happen.
I hugged my brother tightly as I didn't know when next I would see him. There is a knock on the door, pulling us out of our embrace as aunt ashara goes to see who it is.
"Definitely, don't worry she'll be right there, we all will." I hear her say to someone at the door who I didn't see.
"Hatina, its time for the nikkah everyone's there and we are kind of late, we are supposed to be there like 15minutes ago." The reception will be held together with the nikkah. The nikkah first then the reception.
"Okay aunt ashara I'll go get my purse." I tell her as I rush upstairs after patting Khalid on his head while he went away.
I get my purse and go straight to the car before driving off to the reception.
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I take my place next to annur as we walk together on the beautiful decorated pathway, as the view of people is noticeable. I really didn't expect this number of people, as exclusive people can be seen appearing here, classy, rich, some I don't even know, then I realized that would be from annur.
What did I expect? He is a business tycoon by the way. I look at him to have a glance at what he was wearing, knowing that he is going to be my soon to be husband.
He is wearing a black tuxedo which fits him perfectly almost bringing out his inner bodies. His hair, perfectly styled as his whole body stands there extremely attractive.
I am definitely sure some ladies will be drooling over him by now because I wouldn't lie my husband is handsome.
Soon to be husband.
"Are you checking me out Mrs Abubakar?"Annur turns to me as my eyes begins to look anywhere else away from him. "Well there's nothing bad in that but if you want to do that, you could have just waited till we got back home then you will have a perfect view of me." He leans closer whispering in my ear.
I tremble just hearing him call me Mrs abubakar and I wouldn't lie, it feels so good.
Please we're not even married yet and he's already becoming naughty.
Naughty arrogant jerk.
We walk together to the imam as all eyes were are us whispering things.
"Whatever, I wasn't checking you out keep dreaming." I know, I know I lied but what? Do you expect me to tell him I was actually checking him out?
No, definitely no.
The imam sits as we dl the same while he begins.
"Its not a bad thing you know because now I'm about to be your husband and you're about to be my wife so you have the right and so do I." he turns to me before looking back at the imam. "By the way you're looking stuuning." He speaks not even caring a bit that the imam has started the nikkah.
My heart summersaults just hearing him compliment me.
Why do I melt just at his words?
He knows how to instill fear in me, at the same time he knows how to make my heart flutter.
I look stunning? Well that isn't what I was expecting from him. I was and still am prepared to hear, you look like a fat chicken, or who the hell did your makeup?
But I guess I can never understand this soon to be husband of mine.
A blush make its way through my face and I'm sure he sees it but I try to hide it but no avail.
"Don't worry dear you can blush all you want, you're mine now, also I love to see it on you, its makes you cute". He says turning to wink at me.
What Is wrong with him? why is he behaving this way? why is he behaving like the last time we met he didn't embarrass me in public and left me to cater for myself, while leaving with another woman?
The thought of that makes my face stiffen and I am what they call mad at that instant.
The imam continues reading some verses while he asks the main questions.
Anuur is asked if he would take me to be his wife and to my surprise with no hesitation, he said yes and then it is my turn.
To say I am scared is an understatement. I don't know if what I am doing is the best thing, but I knew one thing, this would change my life. I look back at my dad to see him smiling waiting for me to answer while others did and with no doubt I had my answer. If my father thinks this is what's good for me, then it is.
" I do." I say and annur face lit up happily. If I had said no, this place would have been turned into a commotion zone, but then deed has already been done.
I am now Annur's.
I place the ring on annur's finger as he does mine and makes him my husband.
Now I have become a married woman, as everyone cheered and smiled before the reception begins.
I wante to ask him about his siblings and when they will be back, because his mom told me that they are in school and are writing exams so they won't be able to attend the wedding, although I got to know that they are twins called faiz and faiza.
The reception ends and I didn't get to listen properly because of disturbing annur. All he did was make sure I was disturbed but I won't lie I did like our conversations, at a point he asked things about me.
We are about to enter the car to go to my husband's house, before we are.
stopped by my parents.
God that sounds so weird.
Husband?
"Hatina," I hear my mom and dad say.
"Abba, umma." I walk quickly to give them a tight hug as it is I might not see them for sometime now.
"Hatina, now that you are married, I and your mother will like to give you a piece of advice." Dad says as mother looks at me with adoration and blissfulness. That is the first time in a long time she looked at me this way.
"Yes." I reply with tears almost slipping from my eye.
"We want you to be really careful and be patient also. No matter the difficulty you face always turn to Allah for help, for he is the guider. Do not let your stubborn habbit get the best of you, okay? and always treat your husband with respect, never disrespect him because he is your way to jannah." With what Abba has just told me I forget everything annur had ever done to me. As Abba has said he is now my way to jannah, I have to respect, Love and cherish him.
It's time for a fresh new start between annur and I. I am ready to love, cherish and respect him.
"I'm so grateful for Allah has given me the best parent I could ever ask for, Alhamdulilah." I hug them tightly as the tears roll down my eyes.
Although umma is strict sometimes but she is also a very good mother and I'll always love her. It just hurts me that she treats me differently sometimes and I can't understand why.
But as of now I have become a wife, and Mrs Abubabar.
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