Unforgettable

The Bride and Groom

FATIMA 

I Woke up moody, I mean I was expecting to see his missed call but there was none, I felt down and disappointed. I took my bath and went out with mama to start preparing the invites. 

"Are you okay?? "

"Yeah, mama is fine just feel a bit tired."

"What did you do to make you feel tired? Nothing so don't be lazy."

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I went back home and ate, prayed, and was preparing to go to bed when I was told Bashir was coming. I dressed up and went out, We were talking and I was answering him with attitude. he asked me what was wrong, and I told him. it turns out he slept off early so I felt relieved.

We talked for a while and he left, I went back to my room. I was about to sleep when a strange number called me, I answered it. 

"This is my number"

"excuse me?"

"it's Bashir"

"oh, sorry yakake? " (how are you?)

" am good"

"So I have to sleep I'm resuming work tomorrow."

"I never asked where you worked?"

"I work at Shell, why??? do you want to work there too??"

" Nah I'm good, good night"

"night...... "

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It's 3 months to the wedding and the house has been busy lately, I'm always the center of attention. this days I've also been having body therapy my skin is soft and  my reflection has improved too. I haven't seen Bashir for almost a month it's like the more the wedding gets closer the more he gets further away from me. He barely answers my call and when he does we Barely talk for five minutes. 

Mom called me and asked me how I felt about the wedding. 

"are you having second thoughts about it???"

" No mama I like him and he's a nice person."

My wedding clothes were already sown and it was perfect and so was Bashir, I was going to wear a Red and ash combo while he was going to wear an ash kaftan. I really like this guy and I hope that he likes me too. 

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 2 months to the wedding we were going for the pre-wedding shoot and he came to pick me up, I loved his car cause it's really cool. 

We arrived and I got dressed, I waited for Bashir to get ready before we started. We were taking the pictures but he kept acting weird. The photographer told me to put my hand around him and made him stare into my eyes it was weird but his eyes

WOW! 

It took us some time before we finished taking the pictures, He dropped me at home after that. 

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The pictures came out perfect, I was happy to see the way mama liked them, no she loved them a lot. Since the day of the photoshoot, we haven't seen each other. I missed him a lot and it felt like forever, I called him but he told me that it's the wedding preparation that he's occupied. 

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2 weeks to the wedding and the house was full, I was nervous. Everything was ready including the house, my clothes, jewelry, shoes and all were ready. 

D-day 

Today is the day, I thought as I stared at my friends getting ready. batula and mama were all here, my make-up was done and I wore my white gown. 

For a reason I felt so nervous, batula held my hand  in the car going to the venue. We arrived and BASHIRS car was behind us I came out and so did he, he looked perfect.... He stared at me for some time before he approached me and smiled. He noticed I was kind of shaking and nervous, so he grabbed my hand tight and lead me inside. We sat and the event started, he held my hand through out the event. 

The event ended at 1:30am, I went back home. I was so tired and sleepy I took a hot bath and slept off.

 Today was the day of the dauren aure, I got my make up on and my clothes too. I was with batula, mama, safiya when Bashir called "

it's done, I might as well call you Mrs  Bashir Muhammad." I suddenly felt emotional. But I smiled trying to hide the tears. 

It's was in the evening and we were going for the dinner, I was kinda excited about that because I was officially married. I was glowing, but for a reason khadija wasn't so happy she seemed  kind of unhappy about the wedding I wonder why. 

We came back and we stayed up all night talking and having fun cause it was my last night at home. We woke up early the next day. I was leaving home, I started crying cause I thought of leaving mom, she got emotional too. 

Bashir couldn't hide his laughing face, At 6pm in the evening I got ready and wore my make up, I wore golden while he wore black and a touch of golden too. 

We had fun cause I danced with batula and my friends, at 11:15pm I was taken to my house. I was crying seriously my mom started crying too, So did my friends I felt like leaving the house. I don't want to get married anymore I'll just go back home, But it was too late. 

Mom left and so did everyone it was only I and Bashir, i had my face closed with a white veil. He sat next to me and said words that broke me.. 

"don't expect anything from me" I quickly raised my head and answered 

"I don't get you? "

" Honestly I didn't marry you because I loved, you but because  I was forced to" tears rolled down my cheeks 

"so don't expect me to treat you like a queen or anything just stay out of my sight and away from me and I think I can manage to live with you"  he stood up and left.......