KYDAH'S POV. . .

The sunlight is greeting me early in the morning, making me slowly open my eyes and blinking them four times to process everything. I flip my body to be greeted by unfamiliar surrounding which has me abruptly standing up. That's when it hit me, I'm married, I'm in my own house. Not only married, forced to be married to stupid mystery guy.

I stood up and amble into the bathroom. Woah! It's really beautiful, but I didn't see it clearly yesterday. Hmm,maybe because I was really tired to open my eyes fully. More like, frustrated and angry to look around my surrounding.

I took a long relaxing shower and change ankara into skirt and blouse. I decide to wait in the room till my so called husband leave the house. I don't know how but I definitely know that I will hear or see him leaving.

After what seems like hours or so, I finally see a car leaving the house through my window. I suspire in relieve. Now I don't have to bother about checking and tiptoeing around the house. I'm curious now but I still am not over my anger to talk things out with him.

I cooked something simple to eat then tour around the house. The kitchen is very clean with no trace or smell of anybody here and that means he didn't even want to eat anything so as to not see her. That serves him right because I also dont want to see his ugly face.

After I was done eating my noodles, I stood up and went to my room. I carried my phone and plug my earphone then choose a song, 'We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez.' I started with the room next to mine. I think it's his room, since the bed wasn't made. Masha Allah! It's beautiful. I love grey but I love red more.

Then the toilet which is grey too. Ah ahn, is this man old or what? Why will he be using grey or should is at my parents. I don't even know who did all this.

Hmm! This person is a grey freak. Please, don't get me wrong but even my love for red will not make me do all these red stuff in my own house. It's beautiful, yes but come on.

I arranged the bed and leave the room to the other four at the far end of the corridor. That's two bedrooms and a theater room. There is another living room too. The house looks like family home or something. It has so many rooms and family living room, or is this man married?

The living room is so cute and looks comfortable. Everyone should be with me in this.

Theater room. Now who will be watching movie in this huge room? Maybe only him and his friends.

Masha'Allah!

Another bedroom. Maybe I'll soon pack my belongings and come back to this room.

I

close the door behind me and moseyed downstairs to the living room and dining room.

Oh my Allah! This man is really loaded. I mean, really, just look around. I'm sure my father didn't do all this since everything was rushed and maybe he did it with this man's father. Hmm, whatever but they're loaded!

As I finished touring the house, I sat down on the sofa and turn on the television to watch something interesting but my phone rang next to me. Why won't they just let person rest a day after your wedding?! I pity many brides and myself.

"Hello, Didi" that's Mehr. I should've guessed, it's either her or my friends. Thank God there are not some far distant relatives that will come here to disturb you.

"Sup Mehr" I chirped when I feel anything but that.

"I'm at your door" she said ringing the door bell at the same time. Why won't she just ring the doorbell, must she call me?!

"Oh shush, I'm coming" I scolded, standing up from the plushy couch.

"I thought you want me to die here" she said as soon as I opened the door. Mist she talk now?

"How I wish that's what I did" I said, glaring at her "and hello to you too" I added sarcastically.

"I have gist for you" she brushed me off, sitting on one of the couches, "come sit" she grinned, tapping the empty space next to her and I obeyed. Funny, I know right, but I want to hear this gist.

"So..." I trailed off, already getting impatient with her cliffhangers.

"Hmm! You know, Mashkur came yesterday and he proposed" she nonchalantly stated, changing the channel to E! Will she just talk about what is going on or what?!

"Seriously?" I asked, wide eyed. Not that I'm surprised, I just never thought it'll be this early.

"Uhmm!" She hmmed, yawing her attention back to me to look at my expression. "What do you think" she asked with a glint of hope in her eyes.

"You just graduated from high school, are you ready" I answered her by throwing her a question back. What? It is not my place to answer that question.

"I think I should ask him if he'll allow me to continue you know how much I want to pursue dream" she said grinning, "and I'm ready Didi" she added shyly. Mehr and shy, that's very opposite.

"Alright then" I replied, also grinning "lets talk to Ya Muhsin about it." I jumped on the sofa, collecting the remote from her.

"Who's this your husband ne" she asked all of a sudden. After how much I've been avoiding the topic.

"I don't know" I verballed, shrugging my shoulders. "And I don't wanna know him wallah" I added with a roll of eyes.

"As you wish" she said also shrugging before beaming at me. This is not good at all, "lets bake" she's already standing up.

"I'm not in the mood" I pushed my lower lips out in a pout but it looks like a good idea.

"It'll cheer you up" she drag my hand up and together we ferried into the beautiful kitchen.

"Okay!" I whispered to myself, it's not that bad. I can take some to my room and keep eating whilst checking my social medias.

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