Chapter 10 (Irfan POV)

It has been days and I haven't received any news from Fida side. I sighed for the umpteenth time before getting ready to go for an interview.

I graduated from university a few months ago. Finding a secure job is hard. In the meant time I work Part time at my uncle's for an experience.

Nowadays there's a big struggle to find a job in a business related sector. IT sector was popular just 2 years ago. Of course, engineers are flying from other countries to make the country's economy raise. Medical and science combination sounds nice!

I noticed that art is never appreciated enough. As a subject, as a profession. I would have taken this category if I was good at it but I suck badly. So I went in Humanities and chose human resource management to be exact.

The interview went great. I will receive a call or an e-mail in 8 days to confirm my position. The agony of waiting. I had nothing else for that day so I went back home.

*back at home*

I reached for the bell then I noticed the gate and the door were already open. I said my salaam and went inside.

"Aqsa?! What you doing here?" I asked her surprised.

"Why? I don't have the rights to visit my aunt's family?" She questioned.

"Where's Iqbal? Did you come here alone? Where are the kids? I questioned her back.

"My babies have madrasa class at the masjid. Iqbal went to pick them up."

"What are you doing here actually? I don't think there's any function today."

"Don't act like you don't know anything."

"Why are you accusing me of something I didn't do?"

"We are going to Fida house." She stated.

"Oh, Fida house.. wait for what? How do you know about her?"

My mother came and told me exactly happened and today Aqsa and I are going there for the "meeting".

"Why are you telling me so late ma? See I think we are going to be late now. Sasa Get ready fast. I'll change and will come."

"This is why aunty didn't tell you early. Your behaviour just now is not acceptable. We will go in the late afternoon. Relax first."

What happened to me? Why am I so eager to meet her? Ugh.

Iqbal came with his nephews. We sat down together for brunch. Aqsa then remembered that she had to tease me about liking a girl and stating that it so not me. My parents were there too so it's extra embarrassing for me. I couldn't leave the place as they might think I'm a coward and I didn't utter much either. After drowning in full embarrassment, I left to the Masjid with my father and Iqbal.

My father went to meet the imam. Iqbal and I went to the shoe rack and removed our shoes.

"Marriage uh?" He nudged me at the side.

"Not you too!" I groaned.

"Nope just asking," he said grinning.

"Ya," I trailed off.

We went inside and prayed 2 Rakat before the Luhr prayer starts.

After praying we met with my father near the exit and went home. When I was heading straight to my room Aqsa stopped me.

"Where are you rushing to?"

"Nothing. Just going to my room."

"Why?"

"Is there supposed to be a reason to go to my own room?"

"Nah. You look like you are in a hurry. Are you hiding Fida in your room?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows no her entire face weirdly.

"What? No!" I almost shouted, "why would I do that? Astaghfirullah!! Go bath in a Zamzam water! Ya Allah, I won't do that! What is wrong with you?" I continued.

"Chill la bro." She said trying to sound cool, "I was just teasing, geez."

"Ya ya whatever," I said walking towards my room.

"Be ready in 2 hours." I heard her shout while I closed the door. I made sure to lock it too!

I went to my bed and tried to take a nap. But no, I can't sleep a wink. I was keep turning in all direction. I gave up, frustrated. I decided to choose my clothes beforehand so I won't be rushing later on. The problem is I don't which will be appropriate for the meeting.

Suit and tie? Too formal! It's not a board meeting.

Thobe? You are not going to the masjid. Or attending her wedding.

Casual t-shirt and pants? You are not her friend mate. This meeting is no casual.

Button down shirt and bottom? You are not going to take her on a date mate!

'Oh gosh, shut up!' I yelled at my overly annoying inner thoughts.

I never thought I'd be fighting with my own thoughts about selecting pieces of clothes to cover my body. There's a first for everything. I need to make a good 3rd-time impression after all!

After groaning and rejecting every time I take something out of the cupboard, I decided on a simple button down long sleeved shirt and a pair of pants. (Pic in A/N below) I pulled them out from the bottom of the cupboard. I looked at the wall clock. I only spent 14 minutes. 106 minutes to go!

"You ok there, brother?" Aqua asked standing outside the door.

"Stop bugging me sasa!"

"I need your help."

"What?"

"I don't know. Help me choose what to wear."

No, not again.

"Ask your hubby sasa"

"But you are my brother!"

"Cousin brother"

"Please bro Iqqy is busy"

"Grow up Aqsa. Stop disturbing me. Go away." I told her opening the door.

"You are the one acting childish here. You won't shrink by helping me to choose a dress Irfan. Don't make me curse." She said storming away.

Shit! Ya shit. Why am I acting like this? I sighed and followed her to the guest room.

"Sasa" I approached her.

"Sorry sasa I didn't mean to shout at you."

You sure know she will take things to her heart.

When she didn't bother to reply, I went back to my room.

Why today? Why?

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*Pictures screenshot from Google*

To clarify, Irfan wears similar but buttoned properly, didn't roll his sleeves and it's a loose shirt, unlike how it is shown above. And of course, the pants was above his ankle.

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Fida's outfit for the meeting.

A plain abaya and dark green hijab. 

Simple and nice.

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