Chapter 8: The Wedding
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I looked at myself in the mirror as I watched my mom putting the hijab which was matching with my wedding dress in my hair.
"Mash Allah, my daughter looks so beautiful," she smiled.
I stared at the mirror. I still couldn't believe that I was getting married today.
A marriage that was only happening because of money, but not love.
"I still don't understand why you wanted to get marry with Tyran so suddenly," mom sighed as she put on my hand jewellery. "We could have had an engagement and then a wedding ..."
"It doesn't matter. I just want to get over with the idea of marriage," I said. Plus, I need the money by today to pay my fine.
"Honey . . ." she sighed. "Whatever, the guests are waiting outside in the wedding hall. Sarah will come to take you to the wedding hall while I get ready."
I nodded.
She took her dress and went to another makeup room to get change.
I sighed.
So, this was it. Just marry Tyran and get the money and ran away from home and live separately. That's it. This was what I wanted to do but it was making me upset because I knew how much of a wrong this was.
I felt a tear slipping from my eyes and I quickly took a tissue and whipped it. I didn't want to ruin the mascara. I was glad that the makeup was waterproof.
The door opened as Sarah came to the room wearing a dress.
"Come on, Tyran is waiting. You are going to say the vows. All the guests are waiting outside," she said.
I nodded and let her take me out of the room. We walked towards the wedding hall.
I sighed as I looked at my pencil heals that I was wearing. Being an agent, I usually wore running shoes for training so I wasn't used to pencil heals.
I winced in pain as I stepped on the carpet in a wrong way a was almost going to fall when Sarah caught my hand.
"You know you have to get used to the heals," she said as I nodded.
I stood upright again and walked with her. It was such an annoyance to wear such heals. I wondered how woman usually wears these heals for regular day to day purposes.
Soon we were inside the wedding hall and there were guests standing in the audience section while my dad and Tyran' s dad were taking and was standing on the stage.
Tyran was also on the stage, wearing his wedding outfit. He was wearing his blazer and his shirt with his pant.
As I noticed Sarah taking me towards the stage, I couldn't help by to stare at Tyran. The glasses that he wore made him look even more professional and good looking.
I noticed Tyran looking at me. His blue eyes were filled with something that I have never seen in his eyes before. Soon, I reached near Tyran.
He didn't speak to me yet, but it seemed like he wanted to say something. His cheeks held a tint of red.
"Oh, Jess," dad said as he hugged me.
I maintained the heals carefully as I hugged my dad back.
"Assalamualikum Jasmin," I heard Tyran's dad say.
"Walikum Assalam," I said.
"We should begin the wedding," dad said as we looked down and noticed all the guests to be quiet and looking at us.
"Yes," Tyran's dad said.
The officient man, who was present there nodded.
"I need both of you to listen to the vows and agree to it," the officer speaker said.
I looked down to my fingers.
So, the wedding was happening. This was it. I have to do it.
Just for the money.
The officient speaker began to say the vows. "I pledge, in honesty and sincerity, to be for you a faithful and helpful husband."
Tyran nodded. "I accept," he said as the guest in the audience section clapped hands.
It was my turn for vows. I was getting nervous and feeling bad for the deal.
"I, Jasmin Fernandez Patel, offer you myself in marriage in accordance with the instructions of the Holy Quran and the Holy Prophet, peace and blessing be upon him. I pledge, in honesty and with sincerity, to be for you an obedient and faithful wife," the officiant speaker said.
I didn't reply yet.
I was still thinking.
Obedient wife?
I have never listened to anybody and . . .
Faithful wife?
Doesn't it mean that I have to be always honest with Tyran? But . . . how can I do that? I was an agent. By telling him about this, I could risk Tyran's life. That's not right.
"A-hem," the officiant speaker coughed which made me look at him. "Do you agree?"
Agree?
I didn't know.
Suddenly, I felt Tyran hold my hand. His eyes were looking into mine. I couldn't move my eyes from his. It was as if he was reading me.
His hand was sending shivers down my arms. I never had anybody holding my hands like this.
"What is your decision, Jasmin?" he asked.
I looked at him.
Yes, I wanted the money but . . . it was wrong to play with our parents' emotions but I do want this happen . . .
"Jasmin?"
I was Tyran saying. His eyes were telling me to trust him. It was as if it was okay to do this. After all, it was not only the money but, we were doing this for our family too.
I took a deep breath. I hope this is the right decision.
"I accept."
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