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My head swiveled around to the source of that voice. It was Adam and I swiftly lowered my gaze––but not before catching on the outfit he wore.
I had seen him just an hour or so ago but I hadn’t exactly seenhim. He wore a pair of brown khakis and a nice white button down. I thought I caught an ear piercing but I could be wrong.
If he had an ear piercing, I was going to be mad. Whoever I liked for marriage never turned out good for me. It was like there were no nice men left in this world. I swear. No. Men.
“Hi,” He said and I raised a skeptic eyebrow.
Did he come to unnecessarily talk to me? Fridge. I thought of ways to tell him I wasn’t interested in this crap. Why couldn’t boys just man up and propose to you? Was it so hard?
If someone wanted a halal relationship, it was next t
