Agent Bride

Chapter 9: The Flopped Plan

ARGHHHH!

DARN STUPID ROTTEN HEALS!

I cursed my pencil heals as I kicked my own foot on the floor silently. It was annoying.

Tyran and I were standing on the stage, greeting guests and receiving their blessings for our marriage and it has been hours since we were doing that. My foot was hurting.

I wondered if I got cuts in my foot even.

"You okay?" I heard Tyran whispered as he looked at me.

I nodded.

Just then, I got pushed by somebody and I got crashed into Tyran.

My fingers held onto his blazer as his hands were circled on my waist. I winced in pain as I felt more pain on my feet.

I probably twisted my ankle.

I pulled away from myself Tyran as he helped me to stood upright. My eyes fell onto his worried eyes. I noticed how my fingers were still in his blazer and pulled my hand to say from him.

"Sorry," I said, pulling away from him.

"Awwww! That's so adorable!" We both heard a woman clapping her hands.

We looked at the woman and Tyran sighed.

"Anisha!" he said.

"Assalamualikum to you, my little brother and look at this gorgeous lady over here," she said as she pulled me in a hug.

So, this woman was Tyran's eldest sister?

She pulled away from the hug and then pulled my cheeks. "Aw! You are so cute, Mash Allah."

"Walikum Assalam, Anisha, and stop pulling her cheeks," he sighed as he pulled me away from her.

"Hey! That's rude!" she snorted at Tyran and then looked at me. "It is nice to meet you. My husband and my son is downstairs. I will see you soon, honey."

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"Bye," she said and kissed my cheek and ran towards down the stairs to meet her family while I stood there in shock.

"She kissed my cheeks," I said in horrific. I was used to with my family doing it, but not somebody else.

I looked at Tyran and noticed him laughing.

"Hey!" I elbowed him, off my as he winced in pain. "It's not funny."

He snickered. "You have to get used to it, for today at least because we are half Italian, so kissing on cheeks are traditional for us."

I looked at him in shock. "So, like you kiss on cheeks . . . with random people! That's horrible and even forbidden-"

"Calm down, woman," Tyran laughed. "Our family only do this part of a tradition with families or relatives. We don't kiss outsiders."

I looked at my fingers. "It's still weird to me."

Just before Tyran could say another word, another woman threw her arms around Tyran.

"Oh my gosh! My 30 years old brother is finally married!" she said as she pulled away from the hug.

Then she looked at me with her big eyes and pulled me in a hug.

"Aw! She is so adorable!" she laughed as she hugged me tightly.

I honestly had a hard time breathing until Tyran pulled me away from her. I sighed in relief.

All the sisters of Tyran just seemed to be like octopus women. Like I didn't even know those woman and they just ran to me and hugged me.

"Stop it, Alina, you are scaring her," Tyran sighed.

"Oh, already being an overprotective husband, I see," she laughed. Then she looked at me and smiled. "Assalamualikum, sweetheart."

"Walikum Assalam," I said to her. She seemed to be in her 30s as well.

"I am Alina, nice to meet you," she smiled.

I smiled back at her.

"Tyran and I are very close in age actually. I am the 4th child in our family," she smiled.

"Ohh, wow," I said. "I already meet your elder one then. Her name is Anisha, I think."

"Oh, she is elder but not the eldest," Alina laughed. "Our family is kind if tricky in age. Like Tyran is 30, I am 32, Anisha is 35, and then Ali, Bella, and Omar are triplets and are 37-"

"Ohh holy crap! There is a triplet in your family?!" I yelled.

"Oh yeah, cool right?" She laughed.

"Darn cool! So, that's how you guys are like 8 kids in total," I said.

"Yeah, Noor and Maidah are only the little ones in our family," she explained. "Noor is 7 and Maidah is 5."

"Ohh, I understand," I said. It was still confusing.

"Okay, bye, I need to feed my baby boy," she said as she kissed my cheek and ran down the stage.

I sighed. "Is this how all of your siblings are going to be?"

"If you consider hot-headed and full of energy then sure," Tyran said.

We noticed a man coming up the stage.

"That's Omar," Tyran whispered.

"Oh, your eldest brother?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

I realized how crazy Tyran's sisters were and I quickly held onto Tyran's sleeve and hid behind him.

"What?" he asked confusingly.

"I don't want him to kiss my cheeks or hug me," I blurted out which caused Tyran to laugh.

"Oh my gosh, woman!" he laughed as I looked at him confusingly. "We only do it n relatives and families and the kissing cheeks happens between families. Like a brother kiss his little sister's cheeks or like dad kisses his daughter or wife's cheeks. It just shows tenderness. Omar is not like that."

"Ohh," I sighed in relief.

Omar came towards us and said, "Already having fun, huh?"

I hoped he didn't hear what Tyran and I were talking about.

"Assalamualikum, Omar," Tyran said as he hugged Omar.

"Walikum Assalam," Omar smiled and then looked at me. "Jasmin, right?"

"Yes," I smiled.

"So, Tyran did picked the perfect girl for him, huh? Perfect in beautify and perfect in Modestly," Omar smiled. "Good choice, brother."

"Thank you, Omar," Tyran smiled. "Where are Ali and Bella."

"Oh, they won't be coming here. Ali is still in Australia, got caught up with his work and Bella is in the hospital, watching over mom," Omar said.

"Yeah, how is mom?" Tyran asked.

"Still in comma," Omar said. "Doctor said that she can hear our talking but cannot respond yet. So, it is good but also bad. But,.hoepfuly if proper therapy and medical treatment are given to her, then she would be alright."

I sighed in relief.

At least, she was out of the danger zone.

"Jasmin, were you the one who brought my mom to the hospital?" Omar asked.

"Y-yes," I shuttered.

Why was he asking me that?

"What happened to mom? Do you know how she got shot?" Omar asked.

Even Tyran was looking at me for an answer.

I didn't know what to tell them. I couldn't tell them the truth. By telling them the truth, I would be risking their lives as well.

"Jasmin?" Tyran asked.

"No, I don't know," I lied.

" Oh well, anyway," Omar sighed. "Take care of my dumb brother for me, will ya?"

I didn't nod.

Take care of Tyran? We were going to live our own lives just after the wedding.

There was nothing about taking care of each other.

Nothing.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" we heard Tyran's dad saying from one corner of the stage holding a microphone out, so everybody could hear.

"Oh, dad's going to tell you guys his wedding gift for you," Omar said.

"Wedding gift?" Tyran asked in confusion.

"Well, I am gifting a new house to my son, Tyran Alam and my daughter - in - law, Jasmin Fernandez Patel. Oh well, she is Jasmin Alam now and the house is just for my son and my daughter - in - law to live their own married life," Tyran's dad announced as we looked at each other in shock.

Everybody clapped their hands and Omar went near his hand to talk to him, leaving Tyran and me in shock.

WHAT THE HECK?!

DIDN'T WE PLAN TO MOVE TO A DIFFERENT APARTMENT AND LIVE SEPARATELY?!

WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO THAT IDEA?!

"Darn it! Now we have to live together?" Tyran whispered.

"I want to beat the crap out of you," I whispered back to Tyran.

"I had no idea that dad planned this," Tyran sighed. Then he looked at me and sighed. "Guess, we are not getting rid of each other that easily."