The shy type. . .

"You're going to see may or may not be your bride and in-laws, you can't wear suit." His mother screeched when Zayn sat down next to her on the sofa in the general living room.

"Maa, you were supposed to tell me that yesterday. Wearing a suit is stressing, now I have to remove everything!" He groaned before standing up and making his way back to his room at the back of the house.

After checking his closet for two good minutes, he settle on wearing grey set of kaftan and matching cap. He smiled at his reflection, he likes wearing his mother's traditional clothe as much as he likes wearing his father's. It's been long since he last wore one, and now wearing it, he felt and looks different. He smiled at his reflection before walking out of the room and to the front door where he heard his mother and sister's voice coming from. They are both quite eager to meet these people, he noted.

"Oh my goodness, he looks beautiful, doesn't he, Maa?" Maaysa gushed, awing at her brother as if he is not standing there. He looks very exceptionally handsome in the hause traditional clothe just like he does in every clothe. Maaysa don't like wearing their mother's traditional clothes. Kaadira and Naazwa started wearing it after they got married.

"True! You look handsome, my son." His brother smiled and pinch his cheeks, the place yawed to red and he groaned.

"Maa, now I'll look like I'm blushing." He whined at the laughing mother. He was about to fulminate at Maaysa when he toss a hard glare from his mother, he settle on; "And you, don't call me beautiful again. I'm I a girl?!" He glare at Maaysa before strolling to their family car -white SUV/Crossover 2016 Land Rover Range Rover.

He is still amazed by himself, he didn't act or feel nervous about meeting this person. He didn't even feel a thing, like everything will just be okay. It's like he will just hang his head and let his mind take him anywhere it is they're going. If this woman is his wife, then he knew it was already written from the very start, there is nothing he could do to change, so it'll be better if he keep his energy at bay. He might need it later. It depends on how the woman is. He is ready to marry whoever it is his parents chose for him, she'll not be bad.

"Maaysa, you sit in the front seat, I'll take the owner's corner." His mother suggest but Zayn was fast to disagree after meandering as fast as he could without having any whiplash.

"No, Maa. I don't want her to seat in the front whilst I'm driving, she'll not allow me to concentrate, she likes taking pictures with me." He cast a glance at his sister weirdly before guiding his mother to the driver's side. He open the door for her and let her sit down before closing it behind her.

"That is because I want you to look beautiful. If I take your picture alone, so help me God, the phone will crack." Maaysa deflagrate, slamming the back door shut.

"I hope you're not trying to say I'm not eye catching, because we both know that that's inaccurate." He rolled his eyes, fixing his seatbelt before roaring the expensive car to life and driving out of the parking lot and out of the house.

"You guys should stay put, don't argue! Stay proffered as you guys agreed upon." Their mother warned sternly when the car rolled into a two storey light brown building.

"Yes, Maa." They both replied in sync just when he park the car at the parking lot.

Maaysa discharged herself from the car first before walking to the passenger's seat to assist the geriatric out of the car. Zayn shut the car before dismounting himself out of the car. His legs step out first, before his whole body follow. That's the way he saunter out a car always and it's always looks weird to some people as that style itself has it's own swag in it. The that house may or may not be his in-laws house, the house is beautiful and very clean, it looks magical with no trace of dirt. Everything is burnishing.

They all walk to the front dark brown wooden door, a woman was standing there, waiting to assist them. "Good afternoon! Come with me please." She politely smiled at the trine and they greet her back before following her through the door.

"Assalamu Alaikum!" They say the taslim in sync upon gaiting into the large living room.

The living room has dark brown leather sofas, an enormous center table with similar leather and stainless rectangle shaped glass on the top. A mickle cream colour rug sat in the middle -under the center table. A white tall standing aircon stood proud by the side, television by it side and brown tv stand under it. All in all, the living room looks beautiful and clean. There is a staircase by the end of the living room, leading to a foyer that pass endlessly, you can't see the end of it from where they are standing at.

"Wa'alaykum Assalam! Welcome, Rehma." Hajiya Salamatu give her friend a welcoming embrace before doing the same to Maaysa. "You are all growing very fast and getting more beautiful. Just look at you Zayn," she gushed before guiding them to the three seater sofa.

Hajiya Salamatu and hajiya Rehma settle down on the three seater whilst Maaysa and Zayn took the two seater opposite to the one they're sitting on. They silently watch the exchange between the two friends before someone's voice boom around the walls of the living room, almost startling them.

A man around the age of fifty moseyed in through another door in the living room. He said his taslim before greeting Zayn with a handshake and smiling at the women. Zayn squat down a little, greeting the man. He is older than him, probably his father's age and that only says one thing, he's hajiya Salamatu's husband and his soon to be father in-law. He has already accept that this woman will be his wife, only if she doesn't want to. From seeing her parents, it looks like she'll be very responsible as them.

"Where is she? I can't wait to see her. It's been very long," hajiya Rehma chirped excitedly. Zayn could see that his mother is really happy with this arrangement, and that brought a smile to his face.

"She'll be here soon. Nana!" The woman whispered the first sentence to his mother before yelling the last one.

"She's coming, Aunt." Someone yelled back from the stairs. That's not her, he noticed.

The mothers talk for sometime whilst the girl's father and Maaysa have their eyes glued to their phones. Zayn sat there, wringing his hands in between his fingers as he wait for the girl to come down. They should get this over with and he'll find out whether he's ready to make everything work or not. He knows that from seeing her, all his unanswered questions will be answered. He doesn't need to ask anyone, he's just blessed like that -knowing your attitude before you talk kind of thing.

"And here she is!" Her mother's voice jolt him out of his train thoughts of maybes.

The girls head was bowed, he couldn't see her face from where he's sitting but could make out her skin complexion, she has beautiful tan skin. Her fingers were wringing in what Zayn could see as nervousness. Oh, she's the shy type. Interesting! He'll have extricate that once she become his'.

"She is beautiful, Masha'Allah!" His mother gushed out, looking at the girl with a sparkle in her eyes, she couldn't close her mouth shut.

"Come and sit next to me, dear." His mother added. The girl whose name is Nana Aisha has her head still bowed. Zayn watch vigilantly as she manage to settle on the space next to her mother -which her mother was occupying before standing up to sit next to her father- blindly.

They sat down together with his mother and exchange some greetings. His mother's voice is very clear to his ear but not the girl's. He couldn't hear a thing coming out from her relocating lips. She is very good at sheathing her voice and face. Oh he'll have fun unsheathing that very soon, he wants her to be his wife and that's it.

"You're beautiful!" He heard his sister's voice saying to the Nana girl when she sneak in to sit down next to her. He still couldn't see her face even after changing positions.

His sister and Nana were exchanging some words silently when the elders ask him to go to the backyard and they can talk together and see if they can work it out later. They don't want to force them into something they're not ready to do, it's also against their religion.

"Nana and Zayn, you can go and talk in the backyard and we can see what to do from there." Her father said to them and both the geriatric women nodded.

"We should go together." Maaysa cheerfully grinned, she acts innocent but she knew she has to help Nana, the girl is nervous and she could smell it from miles away, she saw the nonplussed expression on her face. Zayn can see right through her and was half grateful for he doesn't know what to say to her if they'll be out there alone, it'll be very awkward. To think that he wanted to unsheathe her innocence is stupid that now he can't talk to her alone.

"Okay, you should go together. We'll just have some refreshments before you get back and talk about some stuff. Go on!" Hajiya Rehma chirped.

Zayn stood up to his full height, towering over the other humans in the place. Not only because they're sitting down, but because he's very tall and he knows that. He saw the girl that walk down the stairs with Nana reappeared to show him his way out with the other ladies following him in tow.

The backyard is really beautiful. Grasses everywhere and many flowers in different colours and different smells. He sighted two black plastic chairs facing each other and a coffee table in the middle of them. He ferried there straight, not waiting for Hanna to show him his way. A minute later, Nana sat down facing him, her eyes down and the veil that was now draped around her head is blocking his view which is very irrigating in his side.

"Assalamu alaikum!" He greeted after Maaysa walk away from them, saying she'll be just a few feet if Nana need her.

"Wa'alaikum assalam." Her voice was very thin that he has to restrain his hearing to grasp what she said but damn it is melodious!

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