It turns out my parents decided our walima would take place sometime far in the future when the both of us were ready to live on our own.

Right now however, the walima was not the problem. After taking off all the loads of makeup my mom had gotten some lady to do for me, and doing wudu for Isha prayer, I noticed how plain my face looked now. There was no makeup to make me look presentable. My acne was clear and bold, and the dark circles under my eyes made me realize how much sleep I missed because of my exams and preparations for this day. Truthfully, I looked like a pumpkin. I was never that pretty, and the fat on my face never made me look cute, or chubby. I was just fat. I sighed. I might as well let him see me this way now and get over his reaction.

I opened the door after wiping down my face. He stood by the bed with his shirt off. My eyes widened, and I stepped back into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door.

The first thing that came to my mind was.... Why is he so goddamn skinny??

"You can come out now." He said, knocking on the bathroom door. I opened it a little to confirm that he had clothes on - which he did - and sighed before I walked out of the bathroom.

Forgetting about my insecurities, I walked out of the room just to realize his gaze directly on me. I sighed, remembering how unattractive I was. Don't get me wrong - I am NOT a depressing person. Neither am I someone that spends hours being hurt about the things people say behind my back. I just don't care enough about myself or others to actually take them into account. I turned to him, and walked closer to him.

"What is it?" I asked him. His eyes now faced my bare face.

"Nothing. It's just that...."

"I look like crap without makeup. I know. Sorry the makeup deceived you. But I wanna make some stuff clear. So can you sit yourself down so we can discuss real stuff?" I asked him.

"I like it." He said, as soon as I had my back turned.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, turning back.

"Obviously you're not the most attractive person on the earth, but you're still pretty." He said, walking up to me. He tilted my chin upwards, and looked straight into my eyes. "What I don't like is an insecure wife." He replied before letting go, and flopping himself on the bed.

I don't care about things enough to make them hurt me or enough for them to make me happy.... And yet here I was feeling confused.

Without saying another word about the topic, I sat down on a chair in front of him.

"So you were forced into it as well..." I said quietly. "How about we don't live as a married couple?" I asked him. He stared back at me, confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked. "I'm a guy. You must realize how much torture that would cause me." He said in a casual, yet childish tone of voice. I sighed.

"No, I do not know, and frankly I do not care about what you're going on about. But you said so yourself... we're friends."

"So we spend the rest of our lives living as friends?" He asked.

"No. We spend the first year in our marriage as friends." I replied. He stared at me expressionless for a moment. Then he leaned in, crossing his arms together.

"What do friends do?" He asked. My eyes widened.... That was a question I was hoping he would be able to answer.

"Have you never had a friend?" I asked. He grinned.

"You're my first friend." He said, still smiling. My heart sunk. What was I going to tell him?

"Um... okay, well friends.... Friends let you succeed in what you want to succeed in. They don't bother you when you want to study." I said, plainly. He frowned.

"That's it?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I've never had time for friends, so I never kept any anyways. I guess, you're my first friend as well." I said, looking at the ground, and crossing my legs. I turned to look at him. "I admit I don't know what friendship is. But we'll learn as we go. For now, I want to keep some rules." He had a depressed look on his face. This time it was my turn to frown. "What's wrong?"

"You never had any friends either... It's so sad." I sighed.

"Don't get me wrong. I've never once wanted a friend in my life." At least not after elementary school. "I've never had friends because I simply didn't want them. They were a hindrance to me."

"Hey... why are you so bitter?" He asked me. I tried to hide the shock on my face. Bitter? I stared at him quietly, while annoyed.

How can he so easily see through me?

"I'm not a negative person." I confirmed.

"You're bitter." He replied. "Why are you so bitter?" He asked.

He reminded me of a child. A child with way too many questions.

Instead of arguing back, I replied, "I don't know." Then I looked away. I heard him sigh.

"What might these rules be?" He asked, changing the subject.

"No touching, no hugging, and don't disturb me when I'm studying." I said, bluntly. He frowned.

"What if I can't help it?" He asked.

"Help it." I replied.