Happily ever after

Faridah’s POV “Pass me the tray,” “Give me the cabbage,” “Where is the knife?” “Give me the spoon,now!” Those were the words that could be heard all over the house,everybody was as busy with one thing or the other,apart from me. I was laying on the bed and imagining how my future would be after marriage. Today my future in-laws are coming over to set the final date for my wedding. Our wedding, Aslam and i. “Faridah what’s wrong with you? You have not taken your bath yet,don’t you know they are already on their way?” Umma said angrily. “Don’t worry umma,I won’t take long in getting ready.” I said while getting up and heading to the en-suite for a quick shower. *********** “They are here already,” Banda said coming into the room. “Wow!masha Allah,you look so gorgeous,” she beamed “as always.” “You think?” I asked nervously. “Yes of course.” I was dressed in a black gown. My makeup was already done,i did it myself,just a simple makeup. I don’t want him to think I’m ugly without makeup. Not like I care about what he thinks anyway. “Come on,let’s go.” Basma said literally dragging me down with her. “I will slap you,am I your mate? Stop dragging me like that or else I will forget my hand on your face.” I said angrily. “Sorry big sis” “Sorry for your self” I said eying her. We were closed to the parlor when my hands got sweaty and my hands started trembling. Oh Allah! How am I going to face them. How would I greet them? What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m ugly? What if Aslam rejects me, he wouldn’t do that right. I mean he has always been my crush,not like he knows me anyway,but each time we see each other and I greet him,he always replies me with a warm smile,that’s a good sign right? Maybe he does that because he likes me. I don’t think so,he had a girlfriend,a pretty model for that matter. He just see’s me as as his friend,not like we reached the friend zone anyway,we only exchange pleasantries that’s all. Why does he want to get married to me? What about his pretty model? Ya Allah,where are all these silly thoughts coming from? I wish Khalil was here,he would have he… “Sister I’m going to leave you fah” Basma’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Sorry” I can’t be scared,they should think whatever they want about me,I don’t care. “You actually do”my inner self muttered. “Whatever” I rolled my eyes at her. “Who are you talking to?” Basma asked. “Nobody” I replied. “Come let’s go,they are waiting.” Bismillahir rahmanir rahim. I can do this. “Assalamu Alaikum” basma and i said entering inside the sitting room. “Wa alaikumus salam” they replied simultaneously. They were about eight that came,including his parents.the male were seated opposite the females,my dad was chatting with them happily while umma,Basma and ya Samira were busy serving them food. “Good afternoon.” I greeted squatting. “How are you my dear” Aslam’s Mum, aunty Hajara asked. While the others answered with the normal response. “I’m fine” I replied shyly. All these while, my head has been hung low,I couldn’t look at their faces,I was too shy. “Come on,get up and come sit close to me.” Aunty Hajara said,sweetly. Still looking at the tiled floor, I got up and sat next to her. “She is really a shy girl.” I heard one of the aunty’s saying. “I totally agree with you.” One of the uncles agreed. Aunty Hajara started bombarding me with different questions which I think i answered quite well before they dismissed me. After a while they called me back so that Aslam and i could talk,is that even necessary?what am i going to say to him? I was told to meet him in the second sitting room. “Assalamu alaikum” I prayed getting into the room. The whole place scented like him. “Wa alaikumus salam” he replied. I sat on the couch opposite his. “Uhh so how are you? He asked. “I’m fine,” I replied. “What about you?” “I’m doing good alhamdulillah.” “Nice to hear” Silence I’ve been looking at my hands since,too shy to look at him,but how quite the room was made me think maybe he left,so I looked at him and he was there typing away on his phone. He might have forgotten that he is here to see his ‘future wife’ He was dressed in a white kaftan which had black designs around the neck and hand area,with a black cap. Was I really going to get married to this guy? Ma sha Allah he is dead drop gorgeous, he is tall, chocolate skinned,brown eyes,pointed nose,sideburn,side beard,and cute lips. I was busy checking him out when he looked up at me. Oh crap,he freaking caught me. I looked down shyly not wanting to To see his reaction. “I think i should get going now.” He finally spoke. Really?this early?we didn’t even talk “ alright.” I managed to say. “Give me your phone number.” He said handling me his iPhone 7. I collected it and typed my digits. His phone scents just like him. I handed his phone back to him and he got up to leave. “Okay bye.” He said leaving “Bye” Isn’t he going to tell me to escort him? We he even saved me the trouble of seeing his parents. **** “So how was it?” Ya samira asked. Ya samira is my elder sister,and also the first born,she is 26 years old and married to uncle habib they have two kids. Khadija who is 5 years old and khalid who is 3 years old. I’m the second born,I’m 30 just graduated from the university,ABU Zaria,studied nursing. Basma is the third born,she is 17,she is in her first year at the university she’s studying mass communication at baze university. Fahad is the last born. He is 15 years old and is in ss3 at NTIC. “It was okay.” I answered dryly. “Just okay?” She coaxed. “Yeah,we didn’t talk much,I guess he was shy.” I said shrugging. Before ya Samira could reply,umma came in smiling wildly.she told us that Aslam’a parents really liked me,they liked me to the extent that they want the wedding to take place soon. We would be getting married in the next two months,that’s after I come back from the camp. Dafuq! That’s soo sudden. “Seriously umma,how will I cope,we are not even ready yet,how about the anko,the wedding cards,my clothes and the stupid gyaran jiki?” I asked all at once. “Hey!! Don’t worry about that, I was also shocked as you when Hajara told me,but then she said they said they were going to handle it and we don’t need to worry about anything. Mom said smiling. “Toh fah!!” Ya samirah exclaimed. “They have money to waste,why the rush though?” “I swear! Umma why didn’t you and baba tell them to wait till after my service?” I asked. “Well, I also said so,but hajara said Aslam was eager to make you his and your dad agreed before I could protest further so i had to give in.” Really? I can’t believe this,so Askam really likes me. “See who’s blushing.” Mummy kano said entering inspire the room. They all laughed at me. This is soo embarrassing. “Can’t wait to get married to him too huh?” She asked with a smirk. I couldn’t reply I just ran out of the room. Mummy Kano is my mom’s junior sister,we name all our aunties and uncles according to where the live,she and other aunties of mine came but I was not close to the rest,mummy kano is and will forever be my favorite,shes like my second mom,most people think she’s even my mum because I look like her. “Hey you! Where have you been all day?” I asked walking towards Fahad. “ I went to play ball,so how was your introduction? I hope it went well and when are you leaving this house? I hope it’s soon?” He asked with a stupid smile plastered on his lips. “I’m so hurt” I said placing my hand on my chest. I moved forward and dragged his ear. “Ouch! It hurts soo much Faree”. He cried. “And what did I say about you and Basma calling her Faree,don’t you have respect?” That was umma. “I’m sorry”he said holding his ear. I won’t do it again. Ya Faree. And I promise to put respect before calling her bane umma. “Better.” Umma said walking away. “I want to go and shower,see you later YA Faree” he said dragging the YA. Typical Fahad I should go and call Khalil and give him the good news.