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It's been half an hour but I can't stop crying,why Dad! Why!?

I've shut myself in the bathroom,I cannot bear to be with him or to be touched by him. I know,I know I am over reacting but I have a weak way of recovery from my anger. I need to go out and apologize. Even though I don't want to.

I opened the bag and a slip is inside it, I cry again. Why?! I cannot wear this....not at the expense of my life today.

There's nothing else but a pair of leggings and tunic beside it. I want my bag,I want my suitcase and I want to go home!

I wore my tunic and leggings and opened the door slowly, was he going to be mad at me? I wasn't at my best behavior.

I peeked at him,I prayed him to be asleep but he was wide awake on the sofa. His finger on his lips and thumb supporting his chin,he seemed very disturbed. How do I apologize?

I walked to him and he looked away.

Oh no.

"Sleep Raidah,it's too late"

He said sternly.

Obey, I told myself.

I woke up with the loud bang!

What was that!

Realized it was just the couple next to out room probably doing something I didn't wanted to know about. I looked beside me and he was sleeping sound. Oh I'm sorry Baraaq,I'm very grumpy I know!

I looked at the clock hanging on the front wall.

It was about to be 5 am it hadn't been much time since we've slept. Maybe I should wake up but I couldn't I was too tired. Five more minutes please.

Janaziah's PoV

I looked at his phone screen.

"It's about to be five!"

I exclaimed,my hands over my mouth.

"Damn it!"

Ibrahim sat upright.

He is a giant in a true sense. A humorous giant!

We started laughing,we've been laughing since I've got here. I have jewelry on the bed and my dress on the floor. He's talking nonsense but he's funny,extremely funny.

"Jaan do you know what I used to call the goats when I was little!?"

He popped another of his random rant.

"What?"

"Maaaaa"

I laughed,what! What is all this!

"And guess what I called the cows!"

"Moooww"

I imitated a voice.

"No! I called it Paaa"

"Horrible! You're horrible at this!"

I laughed.

"Jaan we've set a record!"

He excalimed.

"Of what? Oh I know of the first couple who are talking about animal sounds on the first night of the their wedding!"

"Not really,like all the couples kinda make animal noises but for a different reason"

I punched his arm and made a face.

"Jaan we've made a record of the only couple alive to have spent their whole wedding night eeeaaaating!"

I laughed again,we were actually eating a lot. He had all these different chocolates gifted by his friends and relatives,he also opened some gifts and was very disappointed that none of them contained anything of his use or rather I'd say a video gaming console or something related.

"Weddings are like birthdays but just like a birthday for two of us,for Ibraheeem and Jaaan"

He said.

"But improvisations are needed I need to cut a lot of people from the party list,more than half weren't needed!"

He continued

"Same"

I said instantly

"Who's that girl with red hair from your family?"

"Oh there's only one red head,I know who you're talking about,my cousin from mum's side,why do you ask?"

"Don't be offended but I haven't hated anybody else so much passionately as I have hated her, she was the one blocking my view the entire time when I was trying to see you from my chair that your brother placed on another planet in the hall"

I laughed and he kissed me.

"That's a disgusting lipstick"

The tenth time he exactly said that after purposely tasting it.

He got out from the bed and walked to his cupboard. He yawned with his arms stretching from his body, he looks good. He's shirtless, his back muscles are dominant and his almost half smiles kills me.

"Here"

He got a tissue and is rubbing my lipstick,I keep looking at him.

"Shh don't Jaan I'll kiss else wise"

He warns frowning.

"So do it"

I challenge him.

He smiled and threw the tissue and kissed me.

"Is it like important for you to like wear lipstick throughout the night or I can--"

"Not important"

I shook my head and he kissed me again and again and again.

_-_-_-_-_-_

"Wake up Mr.No.3"

I shook him for the third time now.

It's almost time! If he won't get up he'll miss his Fajr. And finally after a hundred more calling he woke up and sat on the bed.

"First, I can't! Second that's such a disgusting way of name calling!"

He said and slept again burying himself in his covers.

I look around,the first morning with him,I wish he would get up and we could pray together.

He's really tired though,we were up all night.

His room looks beautiful in day light,it's an white and black theme room,his furniture is all black and everything from his furnishing to his centerpiece are all in geometric designs. Good taste Mr.Ibrahim.

His room extends on the first floor towards the west to a terrace. A beautiful small terrace and little garden towards the side.

His room has only a closet and a fine large bed.

Even though all of these things are so beautiful I only can't take my eyes from this one centerpiece; Ibrahim. He sleeping with his arms stretched occupying all the space on his bed,I'm sitting on the edge. He has this thing,wherever he sits he owns it. Mr Prince Charming in the truest form. I touch his cheek and pulls me to his arms.

"Ibrahim no! I want to go out and see mum!"

I struggled but he didn't let me until mum called me.

Raidah's PoV

I'm scared that he has left me,no he wouldn't!

But when I woke up he wasn't there beside.

He must have been gone for prayers...but what if not? I've packed my dress in the same bag and am sitting ready to leave, if he is willing to take me back to his house....

The door opened a few minutes later and I stood up.

"I was so worried...I'm sorry"

I said without wasting more time.

He nodded. He sat on the bed.

"Shall go home now,get ready"

He said firmly.

He is mad,oh what did I do!

I was about to wear my Abaya when he caught the end of it.

"No, first change!"

He said.

"I do not have anything else"

I answered.

"No you can't wear bottoms this tight"

Hus frown grew deeper.

"I do not have anything else"

I repeated softly.

He opened my bag and searched only to find nothing but it humiliated me. Would I lie to him!? I was disappointed knowing that he doesn't trust me on such a small subject.

"Go to my room directly"

He said and with that he left the room.

I wore my Abaya and drank water to clear the Lumps in my throat and wiped and rubbed my eyes to resist tears from falling.

I really want to make this work.

I followed him to the car and soon we reached home.

"Directly to the room Raidah"

He reminded me rudely.

I went inside and his sister greeted me and took me aside and I was thinking if a way to ask her to show me Baraaq's room because I didn't knew where it was. His sister sat on the sofa and gestured me to sit beside but my sight searched for his room. How do I tell her? Wouldn't it be rude? And asked me to remove my Abaya.

Baraaq would be mad...he is already mad...I looked around. His brother wife, Latifa again asked me to remove the Abaya. What should I do? I saw Baraaq glaring at me in anger as he passed front the living room and left the house,my heart sank. I looked at her.

"Can I take it out in my room?"

I tried as polite as I could knowing the rudeness of it wouldn't be hidden anyways.

They both exchanged a brief look and nodded.

But Baraaq's aunt came in and she too asked me to do the same. I gave in. I removed my Abaya and sat in the sofa.

I looked around,there were a lot of people and kids. I wondered if they all lives here or they were guests. I want to go back home to mum and cry safely. They all were looking at me,I felt strange but it was normal I knew,brides are new to the house,they meant all good things.

His sister Aisha took me to his room finally and I sat on the bed.

"Here's our Abaya"

Latifa came in and there it on the bed and left.

Was she angry?

"Raidah! How was your night?"

Aisha asked sitting beside me ,a chance was she wanted to distract me from Latifa's gesture but it was a worse topic to ponder upon than this.

"It was very good,thank you"

I shuttered in nervousness.

She looked at me worriedly.

"Raidah...are you nervous? Oh don't be! Everybody is nice,you'll get used to it! Calm down. Water?"

She's so sweet. I felt comforting in hours now!

I drank water after water,I was a bit sick now again. Hungry even. The whole house was a noisy, I could hear kids running up and down as the roof was thumping above me,my head is aching now. I need sleep but I'm waiting for Baraaq. The reception was in the back yard. It was small group. Aisha handed me an outfit from my bag and changes into it. However I was planning on wearing the other dress I bought for the reception but now I was tired, mentally emotionally and physically and I did not have any desire to get ready.

I sat on a chair in an corner. The room was so crowded I could barely be seen to the coming guests. I greeted everybody low and smiled only to half and greeted the other absent mindedly.

Where are you Baraaq,I guess need you to fiction well now.

At last the long day ended and I retired in my bed at last. I sigh. I want to go home! I wonder how everyone is? I hope they are fine....

I remember mum told us not to contact each other till after the reception so we have to keep her words. I so much want to call khadeeja and cry. I picked my phone. There no missed calls just a single  text from Jana 'I loveeeee him'

I'm so glad Jana is safe and happy.

Tears roll down from my cheek to my neck. I try so much to breath and stop crying but I can't.

I'm terribly homesick. A text blinks from an unknown number  'please text me back! -Charlie'

I wish I considered his proposal,he wouldn't have been that bad, maybe I'm suffering now because I rejected him all the time.

'I am married now,I'm sorry Charlie'

I texted him back.

I kept turning and twisting on the bed,the bed was alright but I couldn't sleep. The room was smaal and the window was half broken,the paint smelled still fresh,a crème on the walls. The little bathroom at the side and no space to add anything at all was the closure to my suggestions of getting my clothes in. I want my bag,I want to change into something else. I slept not knowing when. When I woke up he was sleeping next to me and immediately my pulse reacted in tears, we are just married and this is our life?

I looked outside the window,the digital clock on the lampost blinks a bright red 3:35am . I closed my eyes and striped to sleep but nowhere could be a worst nightmare than my reality.