Being his halal

Chapter three.

Hatina.

Today umma said the family of my soon to be husband is coming, I can't even believe I'm saying this, as a matter of fact I don't even know his name I don't even know how he looks or what he's like. I just told my best friend heleema to come over after which I told her every thing over the phone and was really surprised, so she decided to pick me up to go out for shopping.

I stayed at the entrance of my house waiting for haleema to come she's always late even at a dying hour.

"As salamualikum" I said while stepping into the car as she arrives.

"Salam hatina, sorry I was late I had a meeting at the office.

Haleema works at Hadna enterprise which belonged to her mother before she died and she took over since her dad is not interested in managing a company.

"Its okay". I say back. " I'm actually used to it" I say as we both laugh.

We Arrived at the shopping complex. We came to pick some abaya, hijabs and other stuffs.

"I can't believe my parents I don't know what's so special about this marriage thing. The worse thing is that I don't even know him, I don't even know if I'll like him, maybe he looks like a chicken who knows. Astagafirlah, but it getting Me worried"

"Hatina calm down you need to stop, yes although you don't know him but how sure you won't like him, that's what's marriage is about to experience from both side of each other and InshaAllah you will like him". Haleema said consoling me.

"So when are they coming" haleema asked.

"Mom said this evening, please stay till that time" I plead with her while picking out a brown scarf.

" um am not sure but I'll see what I can do"

"Okay"

"By the way how's work" haleema asks checking out a super heel. I'm working as my dad's deputy director in his company so when he retires I'll take over.

"Its fine Masha Allah"

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The kitchen was filled with aroma as I came downstairs after dressing. I wore a blackish blue long sleeve long gown reaching my feet with stony design by the collar side and pattens at each corner with an ash hijab on it.

I made my way to the kitchen with my eyes catching series of dishes by the counter and some still cooking.

So because of my stupid marriage they are working this hard. Ya Allah forgive me for calling it stupid.

"Oh dear you look beautiful" Abba says coming in.

"Thanks Abba" I reply.

"Come and sit they will be here any moment from now". Dad says gesturing me to follow him.

My heart beats faster when I heard what Abba just said. After some minutes the food was all ready and mom was coming to sit.

"Hatina please go get me my phone" umma says to me.

"Okay ma" I reply. I went upstairs to take umma's phone but by coming back I heard noises downstairs.

Ya Allah they're here. I quickly adjusted my dress and moved forward.

"Salam Mr abubakar, welcome have your sit" Abba say to the elderly man there.

"Salaam to you too, my friend". The man who's name was Mr abubakar replied. My friend? so dad knew them, that's why he was so adamant on me marrying their son.

While others were busy greeting each other I looked around to search for the boy I was going to marry. Yes I said boy so what? But I looked and I couldn't find him but saw someone with brownish black hair facing his back towards me on a chair. I wanted to go and see who it was but before I could, I heard myself being asked for by dad calling me.

"Hatina come here" Abba called for me.

"Yes Abba" . I went to him and sat at the edge of the chair where he was sitting and my head down, I didn't want to raise my head to see anyone before they saw my expression that I don't want this marriage, because my face is really good at displaying bad expressions.

"My child can you raise your head please. she seems shy". I heard what seems to be like a woman's voice I guess its his mother.

Ya Allah what will I do now. Correction am not shy am pissed. I rose my head up to look at everyone there and I heard a gasp.

"Ahmed she really is beautiful Masha Allah" I heard Mr abubakar say.

"Alhamdulillah you like her" dad replies happily.

"This is my son annur Abubakar" Mr abubakar responds as he gestures towards the boy sitting. He turned to look up and who I saw made me gasp.

"Ya Allah".