Irrevocably In Love

CHAPTER 08- Wedding Ceremony.

RECAP

I made friends with 5 of them, 2 were married already- Maryama and Qawwama while one is a widow- Hajjar, another is to get married 5 months after mine and when I asked the last person- Jamila aka Beauty she replied me with "Se na gama cin duniyata da tsinken lollipop" making all four of us laugh.

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Third Person's P O V

Laces, Atamphas, materials etc were all I could see passing as a group of children ran into the house chanting "an daura an daura" which led to series of guda following after.

Khadijah felt her heart hammering wildly in her heart as though wanting to be let out. 

And it dawned to her, She's married to Tahir now, shikenan.

An odd sounding guda rang in her ears as she was laying on her side at the edge of her bed crying profusely. Amna's head popped to her view upside-down and people started singing "ke kikace kinaso da baki ce kinaso ba da ba'a baki shi bah" on and on.

If only they knew, she thought, wiping the tears that were reaching her jaw.

"Khadijah miqe muje" Her Mother's sister, Aunty Dijeh spoke authoritatively drawing her namesake to a sitting position. She managed to walk The crying mess out of the room and into an empty room where she was made to wear her third attire for the day, her make-up artist ran into the room, did her job and tied her purple raw-silk firmly to her head.

This was the attire she's been anticipating to wear, the main one as she calls it.

Khadijah looked breathtakingly beautiful, stunning in the dress, showing a little bit of the henna on her legs, foot and hand designed by a professional Henna artist from Kaduna, her neck was adorned with Silver so were her ears while her bangles were a combination of gold and silver and finally her Ring, a band covered in glinting diamonds which is a wedding gift from her brother, Bashir.

Another series of guda echoed the house as she walked out of the room with Aunty Dijeh holding her close. They walked to the main parlor where all her friends and some of her Aunties were comfortably occupying.

She was basically forced to eat before the Photographer came. Her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law took several pictures with her all sporting grins and smiles, next she took pictures with her Aunties, then cousins, other relatives, her brothers, Yaa Ayshah and Mama, then she took others with her family, and another with her family and her in-laws which Amna managed to squeeze herself in, yelling "i'm her sister" making everyone laugh.

Later on she changed into a Yellow fitted dress with Golden accessories, all in all she wore Gold and Yellow from head to toe. I bet some of you will think its horrible, well believe me you, she looked simple yet captivating.

Others pictures were taken and there was no sign of her 'Groom'.

She was to be taken to her house by 8pm and it was just 4pm meaning she had other 3 clothes to wear.

Great, Just great she complained to herself remembering Yaa Ayshah's words "You are wearing 7 set of clothes so do not complain, I wore more than that"

Khadijah's P O V

All I could do was stare at people, staying mum and feeling numb.

Amna sensed my dejection and let me be while she occupied herself with food and coke.

That girl eats but never grows fat, how lucky unlike other people, not me. I'm just saying.

If I were to be granted a wish now it'll be to Strangle Zayd nearly to death and throw him in the Red Sea for putting me in this predicament while he's out there, wherever it is enjoying his day with no melancholy.

I pursed my lips at the thought and one of my groom's sisters walked into the room, followed by another and another until I lost count.

"Wow, they're five" Amna mumbled under her breath, fascinated.

They introduced themselves to me and told me of the missing one, Ya Shukhra as they call her, Tahir's immediate sister. I got to meet the Infamous Sa'eedah and Noor, jovial Hairi, and the twins Haifa & Muna.

They were all wearing expensive looking Ankara of the same design but different colors and style, while the twins Haifa and Muna wore everything of the same structure.

They bid me farewell but not before saying "Se kun zo", with an excuse of having guests at home

The customs of the event were done which I was oblivious and unaware of how it was done as i was lacking interest.

My presence was what they needed and I gave it to them. Fine.

After Maghrib I wore a maroon dress and my parents called for my attention.

Suka min nasiha me shiga jiki making me cry profusely holding Mama's leg tight begging for forgiveness. Mama and Yaa Ayshah shed tears too but Baba's face was as hard as a rock.

Finally I changed into the last attire. A white lace. My head was wrapped with the same lace covered with a huge but not heavy Green Alkyabba.

I clasped Mama in a tight embrace not wanting to let go while Aunty Dijeh, Aunty Rasha, Baba Mero were urging me to let her go.

After they managed to set Mama free Aunty Dijeh led me to a Sleek Black Mercedes and others went to their various cars. Amna later on joined us and Ya Bashir took off.

I kept my head down holding unto Aunty Dijeh while still crying as they escorted me into a large house.

Flashes of cameras glinted all around taking pictures and videos of us while other lights were of cars entering the compound.

I was guided into a large room where aka min nasiha again this time around with Ammi (Tahir's mom).

After like an hour some of my Aunts and Yaa Ayshah accompanied me to my house.

The term 'My house' sounded too bambarakwai-ish to my ear making the level of my tears escalate to another level.

They led me to a room and began leaving one by one until Yaa Ayshah was the only one left. I pleaded her not to leave me too but she just hugged me and tried to console me.

But unfortunately we both became a crying mess.