"Mamma I want to try new recipe of chicken, please add some chicken in your list" I reminded my mom while looking onto the snacks shelf.
Me and my mother finished our grocery shopping at the Grocer' stop in the biggest mall of City A. This is the mall with all the high end brands which only Rich can afford. We were looking for the dresses in a renowned outlet, when we heard a not so familiar but familiar voice.
"Oh my God! Isn't this Feriha.... I don't believe my eyes.... after a long time"
"How are you doing all these years.... we were not able to trace you when all that happened.... I hope you are doing good"
My mother a silent but confident lady replied "Yes, thanks for your concern Mrs. Ibrahim we are doing great."
We again heard in a pretentious voice... "I frequently visit the stores in this mall... you know my husband he always cares for his image and status.... but seriously I didn't ever in my dreams thought that I would meet you here...."
"Yes, we are actually here for some grocery shopping and just looking for some stuff in these stores..." my mom replied.
"How are you doing Zumar... I haven't heard from you. have you married or not...?" Mrs Andrews asked.
"I am good Aunt... I am not married" I replied to her.
"Oh my God Feriha, your daughter is not getting younger anymore, why are you not searching for a match for her... If not possible for you we can help you recommend some good boys.... "
I just don't understand that I am in my mid 20s and how am I getting old.
" Thanks Aunt... but right now I am focusing on my career and I am not ready for marriage" I replied in an indifferent tone..
"ok ok.. girls now days are very difficult... Anyways Feriha... when I meet you let me tell you a good news that my boy Zayden is finally getting married.... Give me your contact details so that I can send you invitation.... "
A happy news turns out to be a heart shattering news for me....
Zayden.... My crush, my first love, my hope..... is getting married...