Chapter 6 (Irfan POV)

I saw her talking to a little girl. Is she her little sister? I thought Fida was the only child. Ah never mind.

I don't know what came to my mind that makes me walk towards her. I stand behind her unable to utter anything. I was zoning out when I heard her saying,

"Oww. That hurt. Move away."

She started to walk away from the place, I grabbed her hand to stop her. She pushed me hard and run away. Then I only realised what I have done.

Shit. I don't know what happened to me to react that way. Then I noticed a paper on the floor. I picked up to see a drawing of Fida and probably the little girl. Fida should have dropped it when I pulled her. Astagfirullah! No point blabbering the same thing again and again.

I was running late. So I decided to return it to her tomorrow.

*the next day*

I went to her house. Her mother greeted me and asked what I am doing here early in the morning. I showed her the drawing she dropped yesterday. She made me stay for breakfast much to my protest.

"You didn't have the chance to meet Fida yesterday. She will be waking up soon."

I wasn't planning on meeting her like this. Well, I hope this cup of tea helps me.

"Ma.."

I looked up to see Fida coming out of her room. She scurried away to the kitchen ignoring my presence.

I get it. It was my fault. And she probably doesn't even know who I am. Sigh.

She sneaked out of the house.

"Where is Fida? I thought she went into the kitchen." aunt came into the living room mumbling.

"I saw her going out. I go look for her and give this to her." I said grabbing the drawing and went out.

I searched through the field, she wasn't there. I went to the park and saw her by the flower bushes. I approached her.

"Uh hey, assalamu alaikum. I Irfan. I uh I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't know what came to me. I shouldn't have done that. You probably hate me now. But I am really sorry. And you dropped this yesterday." I finished my speech. Yes, it does felt like I gave a long speech.

I waited for to reply but she didn't even acknowledge my presence. I tapped her shoulder with the paper. I thought she going to give me a royal slap across my face but she didn't.

She turned around then I noticed something. She has been wearing a headphone.

My speech went down the drain. Just like that.

She took her headphone and

"What?" She asked me.

"You dropped this yesterday and your mother is looking for you."

I followed her back to her house. She went to her mother and started asking questions about me.

"Marriage proposal? When did you hire a broker Ma?" She asked her mother.

I stared at her in disbelief. She thought I was a marriage broker? I would have laughed if she was talking about someone else.

Her mother specified my intentions why I was here. Why didn't they tell her yesterday that I was here with my family to ask her hand in marriage?

(Fida's POV)

I can't believe this. Someone asking me to marry him. At this age. Never in a million years I thought I would get married that to he asked as he like me. It's really hard to process the information.

He left saying I can take my time to give an answer. And that he will wait. And he said

"I have waited long enough but I don't mind waiting for more."

I can't comprehend what exactly he meant. I am not going to rush this and give an answer straight away. A few years ago I read in shades that before making any decision do istigafr. That's what I exactly I did after he left.

I had my breakfast and went to my volunteer workplace.

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Hey everyone

It's a short and filler chapter.

I have entered this book in the big Muslim writers contest 2016.

I just want to give it a try.

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And I have teased the new book called Fake a Fall. It's on hold by the way.

Bashayar