"Should I tell you of a deed that is a rank higher than fasting, praying and spending in charity?" Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H) said and people replied: "Indeed, O messenger of Allah" He replies (P.B.U.H): "Reconciling between people."
-(Abu Dawood).

STUNNED. . .

Mashhub couldn't look away from his golden bride. She looks very beautiful with her face downcast as she continue to take enshrouding glances at him and whenever their eyes meet, he'll throw a wink her way which makes her blush darker. If not that there are people holding her from either side of her, Rukayyah would've fallen down face first and roll down the stairs. The looks he's giving her makes her knees weak and toes curl in her covered heels. She stopped looking at him after the third wink to ease her beating heart before facing him as his wife.

She suddenly felt contingent.

After she's finally standing in front of him, he didn't waste a second to hold her soft hands. This is the first time he's touching her and it felt good. As cliché as it might sound, he felt the sparks ejaculating up to his arms but not in the electric way, it's in another different way. She raise her head to look at his grinning face when he curled his hands around her jaw to make her look at him.

"Beautiful." He whispered, still grinning at her blushing face. Why is she shy? No answer.

"Handsome." She breathed out, her chest heaving up and down because of how her heart is beating and her breathing rugged. She didn't know when she said that but she did.

They exchanged a few more flirty words before Hajiya Salamatu asked them to pose for the photographers. Nana and Zayn walked in at the last minute but manage to take so many pictures with them and also separately. After that, Hajiya Salamatu told Rukayyah to take Mashhub to their father's living room just like she did to Zayn and Nana but this couple are in love so they waste no second there and ferried straight into the room.

Not knowing what came over her, she hugged him. Wrapping her arms around his torso and the lying her head on his chest. He flush her more into him like he wants to glue their body together through the hug to which she only snuggled closer to get more warmth his body is illuminating. She's his wife now! They're married and they'll be together forever and ever. This is utter bliss.

She pulled away moments later and look anywhere but at him. Sensing that she's shy about the hug she just gave him, he wants to do something that she'll be more than shy about so he pulled her face with his hands and make her look straight to his eyes before leaning in and clamping his mouth to hers. It is soft, yet passionate and Rukayyah like, no, love it. Her first kiss with her husband! Alhamdulillah.

They broke it, both breathless, airless, gasping and vision almost blurry. He has her lipstick on his lips and she doesn't want to see her own lips. She knew she has nothing there now and didn't know how to walk out of the room with her mouth like this. Everyone will know what happens so after more hugs and innocent kisses, she called Nana to bring the red lipstick she had on and cleaned Mashhub's with his handkerchief. He chuckled at her frightened look and lean down to claim her lips again when a knock stopped him.

Zayn and Nana walked in through the door, Nana's eyes looking down at the tiles as she pass the lipstick to Rukayyah and stand by her husband. Zayn casted a teasing look at Mashhub before flickering his eyes to his chest where he also have powder and foundation but his own is in the middle of his chest. They both have badge! What a beautiful way to get the teasings of their lives from their friends, either way, Zayn doesn't care. Yes he's whipped and happily married!

"We should go!" Rukayyah heard Nana whispering to Zayn and chuckled. She's uncomfortable with newly married couple, already knowing what happened that she needed lipstick but still goading.

Seconds later, she heard the door closing which means they've left and she's alone with her husband. They didn't do much and gave a goodbye kiss before they emerged out of the room and took some more pictures with more people before they finally left and she was walked back to her room to get the husband preach by some elder women. An hour later, the groom's family -five women- came to take her to her husband's house and the other girls followed to go and get dressed there.

The bride is now ready for the dinner and the time is 9:00PM. Nana is also ready by her side while the other girls already left with all the clothes they brought and are now waiting for them in the hall. Nana will be going with Zayn in his car whilst Rukayyah will be going with Mashhub and now they're patiently waiting for their husbands whilst taking pictures and videos which was by the way taken by Rukayyah, the photographer.

Rukayyah is dressed in a silver lace, gown with royal blue accessories. The gown is tightened by her waist up and then flared out beautifully down like a princess's skirt. She's wearing blue shoes with blue clutch while her ears and neck has gold -a gift from Nana's father- her turban is silver with blue beads all over. A blue net-tish veil was wrapped from behind her turban and flare down to her back and still closing the front. She looks very beautiful!

On the other hand, Nana is wearing the royal blue lace they agreed on. It's very simple but also elegant in it's own way -tight at the chest and then flayed down till her legs which ended with silver lace. She also has gold adorning her ears and neck just like Rukayyah but hers are more simpler. Her silver high heels, blue headgear with touches of silver beads and then she completed it with bold makeup but still looks nude. She is wearing a silver veil which has the blue beads around it and it closed her body real well. They both feel and look beautiful!

They heard two cars honking outside the house but didn't leave the room, they should come and fetch them. Nana immediately left the room and sat down on the couch in the living room so as to not stay on the newly married couple's way. She heard the front door opening and then someone walking in, or two people coming in and she knew who they are but she heard another one so she looked up.

Zayn, Mashhub and one of their friends whom she could remember as Ashraf walked into the house. They looks so handsome clasped in white babban riga and navy blue cap that looks like Yoruba's -Zayn and Ashraf- because Mashhub is looking as dashing as ever in his grey babban riga.

"Hello there, Mrs. Borkan." Ashraf hollered from the door with a boyish grin spread across his face but also a teasing voice.

"Hello, Ashraf?" She said the name more like a question for she wasn't sure if he's Ashraf or Ashram, not that they are looking very alike.

"You get it right!" He chuckled before leaving the living room and out of the house, Zayn almost killed him with that quelling glare.

"I hate that he's talking to you." She jumped, not knowing when Zayn stood in front of her.

"He was just greeting me." She furrowed her brows before smiling when she saw him looking at him from head to toe.

"You look absolutely breathtaking." He said the words one by one, breathing in her neck as he smell the Lams al Hub perfume she had on.

"So do you!" She flirtatiously wrap her arms around his neck, trailing kisses from his jaw to cheek, tiptoeing.

Thanking God that her lipstick is a dried one not the oily one.

"Come on love birds, we should get going." Rukayyah's voice stopped Nana dead in her tracks as she was kissing his cheek open mouthed.

Zayn chuckled and ask them to leave that they'll be out soon. Nana breathed out a sigh of relieve because she wouldn't be able to look at them in the eye if she was to raise her head at that moment. She kissed Zayn one more time before pulling away, promptly stopping him from kissing her lips because she doesn't want her makeup to get ruined tonight even though she said the makeup is for him.

Zayn stopped the car and hop out of it to open the door for his wife. He offered his hand and she accepted then got out of the car. They went to where the bride and groom are standing and together they ferried towards the entrance. The other groomsmen and bridesmaids are standing in a straight line and Nana found out that all the groomsmen are wearing navy blue caps like Zayn's and the bridesmaids are wearing navy blue gowns. Nana was standing just behind the bride and the groom at the middle.

In the middle of the event, Zayn saw Maaysa running out of the hall with long strides as she try to hide her face with her veil but it did no such thing. It looks like she wants to cry but holding back till she's alone. Nana traced his eyes and gave him a knowing look, he should go after his sister and see what's wrong. She shouldn't be alone like this looking so heartbroken and defeated, she needs a shoulder and there is no one like a brother.

Her shoulders are slumped and slouched, limp posture, looking down at the red carpet, she was also watching people furtively, she also looks sullen. Nana could just remember how she was acting with false bravado, and was lacking eye contact.

He kissed Nana's forehead before standing up and leaving the hall with a blushing Nana behind. He trailed after his sister and saw her sitting just outside the hall on a bench. She looks lost, dispirited, emotionally defeated and shattered which makes his day melancholy and wistful at the sight. His sister looks likes she's battling her heart and mind with a faraway look in her eyes. He slowly moseyed to where she's sitting and sat down next to her quietly.

It looks like she wants to cry but the tears don't want to come out of their sluice.

"Tell me!" He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and gently tuck her to his side. It's more of a command than saying.

"I love him!" The words sputter out before she could stop herself. He could see how much she wants to drop the topic but can't hold it anymore.

"Go on..." He tighten his hold around her shoulder. Has sister been in love with someone and that's why she didn't accept all the wedding proposals or this is a new love?

"I love Mashhub, Zayn. I loved him since when I can't remember. Maybe when you came back from England with him by your side and you introduced him as your friend? I don't know, Zayn. I just know that I love him so much and I can't live without him. Wallahi I can't. Seeing him now with another woman just triggered something traumatic deep within, I can't bear this pain anymore. Help me, Zayn. Help me please..." She clutch onto his shirt in a tight grip not knowing there is another breathing human listening to her.

Mashhub stood beside them, stunned out of words. He came out to see what is wrong with his best friend when he saw him running out of the hall with frantic steps only to find him with his sister confessing her love for him on his wedding day!

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Salam!
How are you all doing my people? I don't know why but I just feel like it's been long since we last communicated, why? Because I can't find any of you're comments in the box, why's that? Or should I stop writing this book ne? Well, don't forget to VOTE COMMENT and SHARE. . .
QOTD: What do you think about this all? Why are you all doing this? Ah, I want to cry because I have no comments from you guys? About Mashhub and Rukayyah? And Maaysa? What do you think we should do about them? What do you think about it all?

Bye!
Aishatu.