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"This isn't fair Mama. Why can't I see her? " Jay asked letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Because I don't want you to" she shot back. He glanced at the wall clock letting out a defeated sigh. It's 5:15pm already and his mom won't even allow him into the house.

He sat down on the cushion facing her. "By the way, what are you doing here Mama. Aren't you meant to be working or doing something? "

"Because the last time I checked, I gave birth to you so is there any fault in stopping my son from doing something ? "

He kept mute and decided not to reply his mum. He kept on tapping his foot in anger as he thought of possible ways escape. He has to see Azizah before she would be conveyed to her husband's house.

His mind went back to how he searched everywhere in the mosque for the groom till the mosque got empty. How can someone not even attend his own wedding?

The sound of his ringing phone broke the awkward silence and he could help but grin when he saw the caller ID.

"Where are you Jafar? " Abbie asked. "I would like to see you now.

"Sure Abbie. I'm coming right away " he waited for Abbie to end the call before rising from his seat.

"You are going there to meet Abbie and not Azizah" she warned.

"You wish" he muttered. "I love you too Mama" he said at the top of his voice.

He rushed to Abbie's living room . Abbie was with Baba and another elderly man. He can't remember seeing his face.

After exchanging pleasantries, Abbie introduced the man to him as the groom's father.

Jafar fought the urge not to punch the man on the nose. So this is the man behind all this?

After an hour of sitting on the floor listening to Alhaji Barkindo speak, Jay felt pity for him and left after promising to try his possible best to see that things work out.

"Ask your sister to get ready Jafar? Her husband would be coming to see her after Maghrib." He heard Baba say when he was at the door. He'll finally get to see the groom. He thought.

She was on the bed and as expected, she was crying. The room was filled with her friends and cousins.

He sat down at the edge of the bed after every one has left excluding Ummi.

"Happy Married life Zizi" he started unsure of what else to say.

Azizah felt like strangling him at that moment. He was saying nothing sensible in particular. He kept on talking to her about patience, marriage and related stuffs. Never in her life has she ever imagined Jay talking to her about Marriage.

"...and he'll be coming to see you after Maghrib " he concluded after centuries of teasing.

She sat still trying to digest his words. After what seemed like forever, she'll be able to see her groom. What does he look like? Short? Black? Ugly? Tall? Charming? She has no idea.

He reluctantly left the bride when it was time for Maghrib. They were no longer talking but the awkward silence was just too comfortable. He rushed to the mosque and all that was on his mind was all he has been told about the groom.

On getting home, he got the news that Azizah's groom just came in and was in the Abbie's living room.

He suddenly felt nervous and then felt he wasn't supposed to be seeing him first. It should be Fahad or Abdul.

"Are going to get in or till you exhaust the water in your body. You are sweating." He heard Mama say.

"I'm not sweating because I'm not nervous Mama. I'm sweating because I'm raging in anger. You know what is going to happen? I'll punch him hard on the chest, stomach and arms when I get there. That'll only be a warning sign. " he folded the sleeves of his Kaftan and after clearing his voice, he decided to go in.

Mama stood there and watched him shaking her head. "I pray you don't come out with broken nose" she muttered.

Inside, Jay couldn't find his voice. It was a miracle that he was able to say the Salam. Is this Zizi's husband. Ya Salam! It's Tahir.

The gentle man in white who had a his eyes fixed on his phone answered to his Salam and to Jay's surprise, he stood up stretching his hand.

After exchanging pleasantries with the groom and congratulating him, he excused himself. This is going to be easier than he thought.

After observing Salatul Maghrib, she was forced to have another bath and then, got dressed in a purple Lappaya.

After dressing, she stood in front of the mirror looking at the changed person she is. She is now a Mrs but surprisingly, there was no glow on her face. Thank God for the make up that helped in concealing so many things.

The thought of them meeting alone made the colour in her face vanish. What should she say? Does he like her? Would he be the one to call her when he has arrived? And she couldn't just stop wondering about his looks.

There was a soft knock at the door which forced some of the girls around to keep mute. Jay stormed in and she noticed he has changed into a blue Kaftan.

"I don't know why this one has been storming in since. I'm not going out this time around. " she heard one of her friends whisper.

After the "hi" and "hello" he finally made his way towards her. "Are you ready?" he asked.

O my God! He's here. She suddenly started sweating and her heart began to somersault in her chest.

Her friends suddenly started to sing again. Some were even clapping and dancing as they sprayed her with different types of perfumes.

He was focused on his phone when she entered the living room with a Salaam. He caught a whiff of her perfume and he suddenly became reckless. He hates anything that is feminine. He didn't respond to her Salam and didn't look up to see her.

She sat on the floor at the extreme end and after some seconds of silence, she decided to break it.

"Jam banduna? " she greeted. Is she married to a deaf man or wasn't she audible enough. He didn't even answer her her greeting talk less of sparing her a glance.

"Jam banduna " she repeated again and this time, louder. She thought she heard him groan and then decided to suspend staring at her pretty nails and beautifully drawn henna.

The person she saw sitting feet away really startled her. She closed her mouth preventing her gasp from bring head.

Tahir? She asked with wide eyes. She was not mistaken. It was Tahir her long time crush.

She remembered the first time she saw a picture of him on Instagram and then decided to follow him. She never for once had the courage to slide into his d.m or comment on his picture. All she did was to like his pictures and view his story. She has been crushing on him since her SS2 and till date, she never stopped liking him. She gave up when he added married to his Bio.

Where is his wife ? Are they divorced or is she dead?

Allah has his own way of doing things and he answers your prayer when you least expect. She remembered how she used to stay awake all night praying to Allah to make him notice her and make him hers. In the month of Ramadan, while people spent hours in sujood at the middle of the night praying for good health, knowledge, wealth and lot more, she starts with Tahir and spends time praying for him and her before she moves on. All she dreamt for and hoped for was to be his wife. The mother of his kids.

The sound of the door brought her out of her thoughts. He was gone. He left without a single word.

She used her hand to wipe the tear that was on her cheeks. She no longer wants him. The days a reason gone when she used to crush on him. It's so obvious he also doesn't like her. This wasn't going to be as easier as she thought.

She has already made up her mind to live a miserable life in her husband's house and her parent's words weren't encouraging.

"Anything should be expected in marriage Azizah because everyone has their flaws. In whichever situation you find your self, pray to Allah and remain patient. Everything has its time and every one has his day. You see, marriage isn't a bed of roses. Every marriage has its own weakness but the couples involved tend to fight the war to conquer. You should also do the same Azizah. Things may not well at first but with time, everything will go back to normal In Sha Allah. Be prayerful "

"What took you so l ong Azizah? Should we start saving money for diapers and SMA GOLD? " Ummi asked nudging her.

"Who ruined your make up Amarya? The lipstick is no where to be found " Fatima chipped in.

They continued to tease while all she  did was to smile bitterly shaking her  head. I wish I could narrate what happened. I wish they could realize he didn't even spare me a glance and maybe they would stop adding salts to my wound.

To be sincere don't know how this chapter is? I just kept on writing what came to my mind. Bad Ikr 😢.