Married To You?

Damn I'm Getting Married

Waking up on my engagement is a perfect but equally horrible feeling.

I could just feel the butterflies and the permanent blush stuck on my face!

Oh, the joys of getting married!

It was 5'O'Clock, so I headed to the bathroom to do Wudu so I could pray Fajr (one of the five prayers).

Once I prayed and read my dua, I began with the task of cleaning up my room and then headed on downstairs for breakfast.

Everyone was awake, dad, Naveed, Zohrah, Mum and Haleena. Just my darling baby nephew, Umar was missing, oh how I wish I could spend my day sleeping.

We were all rushing around trying to do things all at once.

I hopped into the kitchen determined to do some work today because Zohrah's stopped me from doing work for the past week on the basis of 'You're our guest now' so I started washing up the breakfast dishes.

Zohrah walked in groaning "Get the heck out of the kitchen, go have a shower then you have to go to Humaira's house to get ready!"

I grinned at her "I love you, you do know that Zohrah!"

I rinsed my hand from any soap suds, wiping off my hands then walked up to my beautiful sister-in-law.

I hugged her and she gripped me tight and then whispered in my ear "Love you too, baby sister!"

"Zohrah..." Naveed walked in, he looked at us then walked towards us smiling mischievously.

"Hey, look who it is, my wife and my lazy sister doing nothing as per usual while the rest of us are working our asses off. Huh, typical!" teasing us.

"Ha-ha, very funny!" Zohrah said.

"I know, babe. I should be a comedian shouldn't I?" Naveed laughed playing along.

"Nope, Naveed. Stick to your day job, please!" I teased.

Just then, Haleena walked in, Naveed grinned and pulled her toward our loving corner and kissed her forehead, "It's going to be your turn next baby sister, and then you can be the guest! We just have to find a blind and deaf guy" He teased.

"Nope, big brother. I'm staying here, you can look after me! And hey, I'm not ugly or loud. That's you! I still can't believe Zohrah tied the knot even after seeing you! I mean come on ugly face here!" She teased.

We all laughed at that!

I loved these moments as they were just the perfect moments in a family, unexpected love being showered on you.

Alhamdulillah, at least I had this!

Naveed kissed each of our foreheads and then told us to go do our work because we were apparently lazy.

Lovely!

Everyone including my father wanted me in the bath first because I "take ten hours just getting in" his words not mine!

I hopped in the bathroom and had a lovely warm shower.

I had been ignoring my frantic heart beat the whole morning but whilst I was in the shower I couldn't help but stop ignoring it and start pondering over all the things that were worrying me.

Would he be an evil husband?

Would he change from the few meetings I've had with him?

Would he still be the best man in my eyes?

Would I grow to love him?

Was he acting to be perfect and nice?

Why did I miss him?

I rushed up the stairs to put my abaya and my hijab on so I could go over to Humaira's house to get ready.

Driving to Humaira's house early in the morning with Haleena bickering on the phone with Naveed about something that I quite frankly don't care about was quite speedy and calming.

My phone rang the minute I stepped out of my comfy black Nissan Micra (gift from my parents and brother for my 19th), it was a number so an unknown person-figures.

Who on earth would be awake at 8 O'clock in their right minds?

Me- "Assalam- u -alaikum"

Person I don't know- "Walaikam- a -salam, Khadijah"

Oh crap it was my Qasim. This was absolutely wrong timing as I was still pondering over the questions. Wait up-"MY" Qasim, since when? Well if you think about it, it does sound pretty nice to say, my heart just warming up at the thought of calling the man over the phone mine.

Qasim- "Are you okay?"

Me- "Yep, perfect, Alhamdulillah, how about yourself?"

Qasim- "I'm okay, Alhamdulillah, pretty nervous to be honest"

Awwh the man's nervous.

Me- "I'm nervous too, to be honest but it'll be okay In Sha Allah!"

Qasim- "In Sha Allah"

Me- "How's Aneesah?"

Qasim- "A nuisance."

Me- "Ha-ha, that's just mean. She's your sist- nah; actually she's my sister now! You can't be mean to her or me!"

Qasim- " Okay, I won't be mean to 'YOUR' sister and I won't ever be mean to you."

Me- "Uhm, ahh."

Qasim- "okay I just rang to hear your voice and tell you this is my number, add it"

Me- " Uhuh, yeah, you-your number, add it."

Qasim-"I'll talk to you in a bit yeah Khuda -Hafiz"

Me-"Khuda-Hafiz"

I disconnected the call and just looked at -my phone's screen displaying his number-feeling a bit flustered and hazy... That phone call was way too much for my hormonal brain- he laughed at least five times, his husky deep laugh just floating around in the air. WAY TOO MUCH!!

He just had a pointless conversation with me because he was nervous and now he calmed my nerves down.

I'm actually getting married to the man- an engagement in this family is basically a marriage- after this we are technically husband and wife after the engagement comes the wedding and Walima but that's nothing to do with the Islamic side to a wedding but the Asian extravagant tradition!

The only difference is we don't stay under the same roof until the wedding day which to me is absolutely stupid seeing as we're married but I'm partially glad because it gives us time to change ourselves accordingly before our life-long partner has to deal with all the crap we come with!

It's 1 o'clock. 1 O'CLOCK! From eight o'clock to one o'clock- THAT'S SIX HOURS MAN! Am I that ugly that Humaira had to take six hours to get me ready? Wow!

This is just the engagement/Nikkah; imagine the time and effort that will be expected on the wedding day!

Oh My Allah!

Once I had my face and hair primped (I don't know why I'm doing my hair when it's going to be covered but oh well!) I put my clothes on- a white long dress (you couldn't even see my white skin tight trousers-churidar) with silver embroidery, arms that had baby pink cuffs with the same silver embroidery around the cuffs, the long flowy part of the dress pink too-like it was dip-dyed- had heavy embroidery, silver and baby pink.

It was so heavy I could hardly walk and to top that I had to wear horrible silver high heels- I HATE HIGH HEELS!

I was wearing a white hijab with a silver and baby pink dupatta draped around my head in an intricate fashion! And to finish my look off I was holding a matching baby pink clutch.

Once I was ready, I just sat on the bed idly watching Humaira and Haleena get ready, Humaira was wearing a silver/white dress- the same as Haleena and Zohrah.

They were my bridesmaids and their outfit for today was a knee length gown-silvery white with pink jewellery, hijabs, heels and clutches to match up with my outfit.

Their gowns were flowy and their arms were skin tight, their busts had a line of pink cloth coordinating their outfit colours together, the bottom part of their gown had embroidery flowing out making it all tie up together nicely, they had white churidars.

Inevitably, I got bored of watching them getting ready so I pulled out my phone and started playing Flappy Bird.

Then I remembered Qasim rang so I saved his number and then went to check out his w******p profile-force of habit- his display picture was of him and some other man-probably his friend in football kit. He plays football?

His status was Busy and he had been online ten minutes ago. Should I start a conversation with him or not? Oh who cares, I told him his future wife ain't no prissy girl so...

Me: Salaam.

I continued playing Flappy Bird but soon got frustrated and started taking selfies.

I know, I know, I'm a girl underneath the entire bull-crap exterior.

Qasim: Wsalaam. Ready?

Me: Yeah I'm ready just waiting for Humaira and Haleena to get ready. Wbu?

Qasim: I'm a man; it takes me literally all of a minute to get ready so yeah I'm ready :)

Me: :) how're your nerves now?

Qasim: Much better. Khadijah....

Me: that's good and yes.....

Qasim: I wanna see your face

I was full on blushing underneath all the make-up I have on my face, how he can just say that, like, I'd love to be able to say that without feeling embarrassed.

Me: what can I do about that, just look at my w******p profile :)

Qasim: I really want a conversation with you face-to-face, dyu reckon your parents would let us talk once the Nikkah is done and dusted?

Me: Yeah, they probably would.

Qasim: GREAT!!!

Me: Enthusiastic, aren't we?

Qasim: well, wouldn't you be happy to see the one person you WANT to live with for the rest of your life?

Enough of all the blushing I've done! I'm done with this conversation!

Me: you know what, I've gotta go.

Qasim: yeah yeah you're only going because I've made you blush a hundred times.

I just ignored that one!

Looking up, I realise Humaira and Haleena were both ready and were staring at me, curious expressions peering at me.

I just grinned innocently.

"Who got you smiling and blushing?" Humaira asked.

"Uhm, oh crap, uhm, yeah, it was Qasim." I mumbled hoping they'd drop it but oh no they didn't they both squealed and jumped.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhh" Two young female adults screeched.

They definitely damaged my eardrums.

I stood up ignoring their squeals and checked the time on my phone, it was now 3 o'clock and the two were ready so we began making a move to get home and help my mum and Zohrah get ready.

"Let's go!" I said in a monotone voice determined for them not to gush about two people texting each other-talk about embarrassing.

They both sobered up and straightened themselves out so we could go.

Once we were all buckled and ready to go I started driving-don't ask how I got my dress into the car without ruffling it but I did.

Once we got home, it was absolute mayhem, my aunts and uncles were screaming at each other to sort things out; we just said our Salaams and went straight up the stairs.

Zohrah and mum were technically ready - my mother was wearing a white-gold outfit with silver/white embroidery everywhere, she wore gold heels and didn't bother having a clutch "It's useless, what's the point?" she said-they just needed some finishing touches and that's where Humaira and Haleena come in.

Whilst they were attacking the two ladies mercilessly with make-up brushes, I was walking around trying to clean up and once I had done that, I locked up all our rooms.

Naveed and dad with Umar waddling behind came to see the progress made on their ladies.

They both started pelting them with compliments making me laugh at their cheesiness.

Naveed, Dad and Umar were already- Naveed and Umar were wearing gold sherwanis with pink lining the collar and cuffs to match up with Zohrah, dad was wearing a white/gold sherwani matching up with my mother.

Now this was a packed room- Haleena, Humaira, Naveed, Zohrah, Mum, Dad, Umar and me and we were all trying to do something- each in our own little world.

I was now sitting on a stool doing nothing.

Naveed grinned at me and then came and sat next to me. I just smiled not really wanting to talk, he understood and didn't say anything and then he took my phone out of my hands and went to the camera app and started taking selfies with me-inevitably we ended up taking loads of selfies with everyone- I had a picture of everyone looking very good.

Once our mini marathon of selfies were finished Naveed and Dad came up to me, they led me to Naveed's room unlocking it in the process, they made me sit down with them on either one of my sides.

"Khadijah, is this what you want?" Dad asked in a serious tone.

"I do want to get married to him, dad. He's a good man." I mumbled.

"Are you sure, you want to live with him for the rest of your life?" Naveed asked me.

"Yes, I do." I haven't ever been surer of my answer before but now I'm one hundred percent sure.

They smiled sadly and then gripped me into a hug.

"We're going to miss you when you go, baby girl." My dad said but then laughed, "I'm sure you'll be here every day terrorising me to have my pills and to get Zohrah to make your favourite dishes."

"Yeah, I'll be here, I'm not going anywhere." I laughed, not knowing if that's true but In Sha Allah it's true.

They both hugged me once more and then sent me off to the ladies, they were all sitting down waiting for me, even my aunts were here they were all wearing the same outfit as my mother but less embroidery and they had silver jewelry and heels.

They all smiled at me and I smiled back determined to not let any tears drop in front of anyone.

After half an hour of finishing everything, we all made our way to the hall we'd booked for the engagement. It was now half four and the engagement began at five and the bride and grooms' families had to set up the hall; tables, decorations, last minute stuff.

My 3 aunties (two came from my mother's side and one from my father's side) and 2 uncles (my mums brother and brother-in-law) in one car. My father, mother, my aunts (from my father's side) husband, Umar and Haleena in one car and the last car consisted of; Naveed -the driver- me (can't really have an engagement without the bride, can you?) and Zohrah and Humaira.

THE ENGAGEMENT!

Once the Nikkah part of it was done-signing the marriage certificate, accepting the marriage, swapping the rings and reading the dua- everyone began to eat. We did have camera men- Abid and a few of his friends split the job.

It's normally pretty boring on the stage at the start because it’s just the bride and groom sitting-literally like mannequins, they do use this time for flirting *wink wink*- whilst everyone else's eating, the occasional people coming to take pictures but I had said a big "NO, NO" to that because I didn't want my picture to be put up on anyone else's social media accounts apart from mine, Humaira's, Aneesah's, Haleena's and Qasim's of course, we do get concerned people such as close members of the family come and ask us if we need anything; toilet breaks, food, whatever!

We didn't really talk as I was still in shock that I just literally signed my life away to a man I rarely know even though I have feelings for him. Qasim noticed as he ended up staring at me so intently I felt like he knew what exactly I was thinking... If that was true I don't know what I would've done.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”

“You haven't spoken since you came here and it's been over twenty minutes..”

“I know, I'm just thinking”

“About?”

“Us”

“What about us? I think, personally, we're cool”

“I don't think we are” I said laughing

“I can't believe for twenty minutes, you thought we aren't cool because that is false and you know it.” He stated in a not so serious voice which made me burst into a fit of giggles

“Stay like this, Khadijah”

I sobered from the giggles,”Like what?”

“Happy and full of laughter”

“In Sha Allah”

“In Sha Allah”

I smiled at him.

It felt like it was just us two on the stage and that feeling couldn't be topped as I sat there surrounded by more than a hundred ladies feeling it was only me and the man im married to.. It made me feel as if he'll be there when I need him, teasing me when I'm sad, going serious when he thinks I'm upset.

I've only met him twice, but I feel like I've known him longer. I feel as if he's got all my secrets but he won't give them away, he'll keep them close to his heart, safe-guarding them.

He smiled at me making his oh-so desired dimples pop out.

Picture this, me and him sitting on the stage practically edging closer and closer, guess what happens- the three immature idiots and Humaira come up to bother us.

I groaned out loud as soon as I saw them four coming up on the stage, making Qasim look towards them and he groaned too.

"Guess I won't be able to carry on" Qasim sighed.

I just laughed.

Qasim grabbed my hand in a vice grip making it hard for me to remove my hand, he clearly didn't want to let go, "Let go, man!"

"No!" he stubbornly said.

"Oh it's ok; you can carry on holding her hand." Abid stage-whispered.

Qasim grinned triumphantly as if he just got money or something like it's just my hand!

"So, what was going on exactly?" Humaira asked.

"Oh my god just shut up!" I said, embarrassed.

"I was talking to her and then you four came and ruined my game" Qasim laughed finding it hilarious- I didn't find anything funny.

I just sat there poker-faced smiling slightly when the four comedians said something funny, holding Qasim's hand whilst Qasim did all the talking, rubbing my hand sub-consciously.

I grinned when I realised they were doing the family shots (taking pictures of the close families of the bride and groom with the two) and the money-giving tradition.

Finally, the four comedians are going away- I realised though, Abid and Haleena were getting close, occasionally glancing at each other and laughing together.

Qasim inevitably let go off my hand but very slowly as if he was regretting it already.

He was about to shift his body to create a gap but I couldn't let that happen- when I knew I would just be pissed off and act like a moody child. So I tugged on his sherwani discreetly, he looked down at my hand smiling but he didn't move so... YAY!

Once all the unknown family gave money -honestly I didn't know who they were- our close families were getting ready to take photos- Aneesah, Haleena and Humaira were all controlling who was on the stage and where, it was pretty funny because they kept screaming at kids, "Hey, get off the stage!"

Poor children, they're probably traumatised!

I felt someone nudge me by my side, turning to see who nudged me it was one of Qasim's nieces (from his cousins not siblings!) an adorable little girl called Humaira.

"Hi!" I said with a hint of excitement. What? I wanted to talk to someone under 15! GO YOUNGSTERS!

"Hello, are you mamoo (uncle, mother's brother) Qasim's princess?" She asked in this adorable baby voice.

I laughed, "Princess? Uh, no, you're his princess; I’m just his future wife!"

Qasim obviously decided to join the conversation just then, laughing, "Princess, you both can be my princesses! Is that okay Humaira?"

"Why not? Now me and khala (auntie, mother's sister) Khadijah are mamoo Qasim's princesses!" she said.

Her mother, Saima obviously heard this as she came up to Humaira and scolded her saying, "Stop screaming, everyone can hear you then no-one’s going to be mamoo Qasim's princess for a long while!"

I laughed when I heard this, "Shame!"

Qasim just scoffed, "Whatever, you're always going to be my princess!" he whispered.

Once everyone was off the stage and had their cake and went home. Finally, it was the bride and groom's family turn to go home!

"Khadijah, come on!" Naveed urged but I didn't want to go home with him, I wanted to go home with Qasim.

"Uh, Naveed, can I drop her?" Qasim asked.

"Dad, can he drop her?" Naveed screamed across the hall where my father was talking to one of Qasim's cousins who stayed behind to help our families finish things off here.

I gripped Qasim's hand, really wanting him to drop me; I didn't want the day to be over just yet!

"Yeah, just let him drop her, they are technically married!" He replied, making Naveed smirk at Qasim as if he knew we would want that!

Once everyone had left the hall, Qasim stood up and led me down the stairs of the stage, holding my hand so I wouldn't trip over my long dress.

"Khadijah" He turned around within a second, his breath hitting my face like a warm summer's breeze!

I didn't say anything, I just stared at him, not doing anything just staring into his eyes watching the hazel and gold flecks stare back at me in my brown eyes.

He smiled his smile and continued staring at me, as if I'd leave him, as if this was the last time he'll see me, as if he was memorising my face until the next time we meet.

He kissed my forehead and then stepped back staring at me with such an intensity it felt as if he was looking at me for the first and last time.

I loved the feeling I got when he kissed my forehead-it's intimate but it's also not intimate. Make sense? Nah thought not but oh well, I'm weird.

We got in the car sure to be 15/20 minutes behind the rest of the family; he held my hand whilst driving.

We got to my house quicker than I wanted or expected I turned to face him to say bye, not really expecting his face to be millimetres away from mine, “Do you really have to go?”

I let out a breath, letting my eyes lose themselves in the hues of hazel and gold.

He smiled, shaking his head as if he realised himself why I obviously had to go, then got out of the car, I didn't move an inch watching him make his way around the car to the passenger car door, opening the door and then holding his hand out for me to hold, I took his hand and got out.

I smiled up at him then turned to make my way to my home, not wanting to say anything.

He groaned, "Why does it hurt when you walk away?"

I turned around and saw his face less than ten centimetres away from my face, I tried lightening the mood, "Because I have that effect on people!"

He laughed, short laughs, his breath warming me up to my little toes.

"You do, Khadijah you really do" he said in a sombre tone.

He moved his head down a little so he was looking at me.

Not saying anything just staring.

We stood there motionless as we stared at each other, his face centimetres away from mine as he leant against his car in the dark as the moon's light bounced off our faces highlighting his hazel eyes.

After a few minutes of gazing into each other's eyes, I stepped back, "Uh, I'm going to go now!" I whispered too shy to say it out loud as if it might break the silent ambience we've created.

He smiled at me and then said in a pleading tone, "Ok, just ring me when you can!"

"Yeah, I will, Khuda-hafiz Qasim" I said.

I turned around and walked up my door, I heard him groan but I didn't hear any footsteps, he didn't move but I didn't turn to see if he had or not because I knew that would lead to me staying with him longer.

Once I was at the door, I looked for my keys in my clutch, found them!

Opening the door, I turned around and saw him staring at me intently then when I stepped inside he moved a little, shaking his head he moved around to the driver's seat and got in, he drove off inevitably.

I WAS FINALLY AT HOME!

Carefully, I walked up the stairs carefully so as not to tread on my dress, heels long forgotten at the bottom of the stairs. Changing into my comfy One Direction onesie and putting a hoody over, I headed downstairs to see what everyone was up to.

They were all sitting downstairs dressed in their night clothes! I walked in with my hood on stuffing my hands in my pockets, pretty sure I looked like an idiot...

"Here comes the bride!" Haleena and Humaira started screaming!

I just nodded my head, unable to say something because I would probably start gushing about what happened today!

My parents just looked up at me and then went back to talking to my auntie who was staying for a few days.

Naveed was sitting on the sofa with Zohrah close; she could've been sitting on Naveed's lap seeing as they were so close! Umer was probably sleeping seeing as it was quarter to 11.

Haleena and Humaira were sitting on the sofa looking at some pictures they took whilst I was standing at the door!

Humaira looked at me; I nodded up at the ceiling, subtly telling her to come upstairs.

I walked off, Humaira and Haleena closely following!

Once we were bundled up on my bed, all cozied up, door locked, they started teasing me, "What did you guys do for so long?"

I just groaned, blushed, and stuffed my head into a pillow simultaneously!

Once they shut up I looked up at them and told them what exactly happened whilst blushing bright red at the same time.

"Awh, when am I going to get married?" Humaira gushed in an awe-struck tone.

"Hey, ring him then!" Haleena pointed out, clearly wanting to hear the conversation.

I didn't bother questioning her demand because; I actually wanted to hear his voice!

Grabbing my phone, I rang his number.

"Put it on speaker!" The two nosy girls hissed.

"Assalam - u - alaikum!" Qasim picked up.

"Walaikam - a -salam!" I happily replied.

"Khadijah..." He groaned, whispering my name.

I just blushed.

"Hey, you're on speaker! Calm your hormones down!" Haleena teased

"Shut up, Abid's lover!" He teased back, laughing.

Me and Humaira burst out laughing, "Hey, yeah, that's true!" I said.

“Papa (brother) Qasim that was absolutely mean and uncalled for!" Haleena complained.

"Hey, you baited me out so sucks to be you, Haleena!" Qasim said.

"Fine, fine, sorry!" Haleena apologised, blushing as she knew it was true and that me and Humaira wouldn't let it go!

"It's okay, now can you both go away?" He stated getting to the point pretty quickly.

I just laughed at their shell-shocked faces, trust him to be rude.

I grabbed my headphones, putting them in my phone so I could talk to him and do other things.

"Hi."

"Khadijah"

"That's my name, don't wear it out." I teased.

He laughed and judging by the sounds he moved a little bit, "What are you doing, princess?"

"That's my nickname now? And I'm just lying down."

"Yes, yes it is problem? And ooh can I join you?" he teased.

I laughed, “Why would I have a problem? And can you just..." I trailed.

"Alright, sorry. Are you tired?"

"Why, are you?"

"You first tell me."

"I'm not; I want to talk to you!" I whispered

"Same, I'm not going sleep yet"

"Okay, where are you?"

"I'm in my room."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm currently sitting on my bed, taking my socks off."

"Oh, okay."

"What about you? Where are you?"

"I'm upstairs in my room"

"Who with?"

"Haleena and Humaira but they're both on the floor messing around with my laptop"

"Ah, Khadijah...”

"Hmm..."

"I miss you"

"I miss you too"

This caused the two evil monsters to turn around and gush silently but I just ignored them because well I didn't care what they thought.

"Really?"

"Why? Is it hard to believe that I miss you?" I asked feeling a bit brave.

"Pretty much, yeah" He laughed.

"Ha-ha, you're so funny!" I replied sarcastically.

"I know, I know. I should be a comedian."

"Of course, go for it."

"Anyway, how are you feeling?"

"I'm finee!"

"Okay, I was just asking"

"Well, stop! Stop just asking because my feelings are going to stay the same. They're only going to stop, well; I'll try to stop them if you cancel this wedding or divorce me or something tragic like that."

"Khadijah... Nothing's going to make me wanna get rid of you ever! Don't you dare forget that!"

"Okay then."

"Okay."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Nope, how can I be mad at you? You're so awesome"

Laughing, I replied, “Exactly!"

"I'm joking, tell me something about yourself?"

“You know I'm awesome, don't lie to yourself and fine. My immune system is the worst. I don't wake up any earlier than 1 o'clock on the weekend. I like watching movies. If there's Nutella in the house, expect it to be finished by yours truly."

"More?"

"Hey, you tell me about yourself?"

"Okay, I... Erm. I don't like chocolate a lot, I stay sleeping till someone comes to wake me up, I like watching movies, and my Saturdays normally consist of Netflix and pizza, your turn"

"I like dressing up, I like baking, I love sleep, and I love whoever gets me chocolates. I can spend hours looking at cars, they're awesome. I'm in love with the colour black but I'm not Gothic!"

"Hah, you're funny Khadijah!"

"I know right, maybe I should be the comedian instead!"

"Ha-ha, no!" He dead-panned

"Are you tired?" Qasim asked as Humaira came in with my beloved ice-cream.

"A little bit, not that much though. What about you?" I replied sheepishly

"Me too, but you go sleep. I'll talk to you later on."

"Are you sure?" I mumbled mouth full of glorious chocolate ice-cream.

"One hundred percent honey. Go sleep."

"Okay, night"

"Good night and don't let the fiancé bite!"

I ended the call because honestly...

He's not my husband yet (in my family's eyes and my cultures) so I'll respect that and won't let anything stupid happen before I've even moved in with him.

Finishing my ice-cream leaving like one spoonful of it, I shoved the tub onto my side drawer and got comfier into my bed hiding my face in my hoodie, replaying the day's events.

During my drowsy sleep, I felt Humaira slip in to bed; she placed her hand on my forehead probably checking for a high temperature because I fell asleep without talking to them and I got straight into bed.

Oh yeah, I have a crap immune system. Hah at Qasim who has to handle my countless flu's I get monthly.

Oh well. Damn, I have a fiancé.

Damn, I'm engaged!

Damn, I'm getting married in less than four weeks!!!