"Ahlam come downstairs!" I heard ummi as she screamed my name "Yes ummi I'm coming! " I shouted back running to the kitchen.
Today is the day I meet my inlaws and husband to be. I wonder who this guy is anyways..I thought
As I entered the kitchen, the aroma of Arab delicacies hit my nostrils, I can't wait to eat! Even though the food isn't for me " what am I helping you with?" I asked tying the apron around my waist and picking a knife.
She handed me a bowl of fresh goat meat " go cut these into bite sizes for me and then pour this" giving me a bottle of spice mix.
While washing my hands when I was done with the kebabs, my mum was on a phone call and immediately she cut the call.."Ahlam go dress up they are almost here" she said pushing me out of the kitchen.
I sighed anxiously and went to change.
Meanwhile looking at my wardrobe "what am I supposed to wear anyways?" I mumbled to myself.
And finally I settled on a navy green dress with a black Jersey veil that complements my skin. Not really a fan of make up so I just used lipgloss..And I'm done!
There was nothing else to do so I was watching on my laptop.
I got scared when someone blew my door open, of course it was Zayan " ummi is calling you, your inlaws are here"
I glared at him "Why can't you ever knock on the door? What is wrong with you Zayan"
" hey don't talk to me lik-"
" Don't tell me what to do" I cut him short
" hey I'm older than you I deserve that respect"
I was fuming with anger at that statement " how do you want me to respect you when you don't even respect my Privacy? Who do you think you are"
I was about to go out of the door where Zayan was standing but he dragged me back pointing a finger at me. God...he looked angry and funny I wanted to laugh
"Don't talk to me like that!"
I glared at him and scoffed pushing him forcefully
" ibtaed an tariqi! ( get out of my way!)"
I don't just understand why Zayan treats me like this, and he expects me to respect him? No way on Earth!
My anger washed away when I realised that ummi was calling me because ...they have arrived
Cold shivers ran down my spine as I thought of it. I sighed and mumbled some words of encouragement to myself. And finally mustered up the courage to see these so called in laws .
And there, I met the eyes of an elderly beautiful lady and a simple looking man. I put up a smile and greeted exchanging pleasantries.
"..your daughter is beautiful masha Allah" the lady said to my mum while embracing me ina tight hug.
" shukran aunt ( thank you aunt)" .
..where is my so called fiancè?
I looked around the living room once more before taking a seat. And behold...the last person I thought of, no..it can't be, this can't be! Oh no I'm dreaming
Ahlam snap out of it you're not dreaming
Shut the fuck up inner Thought!
It was Tareq..how? Why...
" Go sit beside your fiancè dear" his mother said politely which I did.
God..he sent daggers my way when I sat.. my bully?... getting married to my bully?...who has experienced this...this is uncalled...
Ya rabb...please tell me its all a dream?!