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Day twenty-four; Ramadan
(Six days left before eid)
"These phones ain't complete, I thought we agreed on a million pieces?" Mr. Tariq Al- Futaium yelled at a skinny man with nerdy glasses, the man was fidgeting.
"I am... Sorry sir, but that's all we've got in our store." He said apologetic.
"A whole apple store? Nope I don't believe you, lemme call your boss" Mr. Tariq said.
"Tariq, is all these not too much? Look around; this room is filled with I phones, and you're just giving it out? 'Invitation I phone?' ". Sheik Hamdan questioned.
"I've offended my daughter, so this is the only thing I can do for her to forgive me, giving out I phones as an invitation to the wedding, so think of it as a quid pro quo." Mr. Tariq said,
Sheik Hamdan shrugged and walked out of the room.
"I'm disappointed in your Apple store, for the first time!" Mr. Tariq said.
"I'm sorry sir." The skinny guy apologized as he bowed.
Abubakar and Yasmin made their way to the invitation I phone room, they opened the door and shinny brand new I phone 12s were gently placed in the room.
"I can't believe your dad could pull a stunt like this? I phones as invitation?" Abubakar said in disbelief.
"Isn't it cool?"
Yasmin said and Abubakar scoffed. Yasmin removed an I phone carefully. "Don't tell me you wanna change your phone, you just got one," Abubakar said.
"Oh no, it for a good friend of mine," Yasmin said as she wiped off the dust from the box.
"None of my business!" Prince Abubakar said and was walking out,Yasmin called him back.
"I love you Abubakar, I can't believe I'm spending the rest of my life with you," Yasmin said as she hugged him tightly.
"Yasmin, I don't want to keep secrets, I think I'm not perfect for you, you don't want a rivalry family, but I think I'll.... I don't know how to say this." Abubakar said.
"Abubakar, let's get married and we'll sort out this matter....Right?"
"Right.....You never listen." Abubakar muttered.
"I will see you in the couples' dress maker shop." Prince Abubakar said and bowed before walking out. Yasmin was angry, she knew Abubakar was not over Zarah, she knew Abubakar was talking about her as a second wife: Yasmin screamed as tears started rolling down her cheeks,
I feel Yasmin's pain for the first time, seeing your fiancée going head over heels for another lady, your foe.
"I hate you Zarah!" Yasmin screamed again, she screamed as she smashed an I phone on the floor, it shattered and the screen glasses scattered everywhere in the room, she was so reckless, she pick another I phone and smashed it also, like her Zodiac sign was Scorpio. She mistakenly stepped on a broken glass and it cut her leg, not a deep cut but a sharp one. The cut wasn't painful like the pain Yasmin felt in her, she walked out of the room looking like a demi goddess, leaving blood trails as she walked pass the hallway.
* * * * *
A woman in pink hearty sunglasses walked inside CityMax hotel, it's her first time there for sure—because she lookef lost. She was observing the reception desk.
"Excuse me ma'am, do you have a reservation? Or do you want to book a suite? We've got royal suite, golden suite and emerald suite; or do you want a regular hotel room?" Spencer asked her in his everlasting jovial tone. The woman pushed down her sunglasses, "I would love to see Mrs Fateema Zarah Rahman?"
"Lady Yasmin, I'm sorry, I didn't recognized you, follow me." Spencer said as he lead them to the elevator.
The elevator stopped after a minute, it opened automatically. Yasmin walked out of the elevator; she thanked Spencer before going.
"Don't worry ma'am, always happy to help!"
Yasmin walked down to room 36, she pressed the door bell twice, "coming!" Someone from inside said. After some seconds, the door opened, and Zarah smile turned to a frown as she saw Yasmin, The two stared at each other like Goddess in a Greek mythology battle—like Medusa and Athena.
"I know you're surprise I'm here," Yasmin said as she pushed her way in, "the Prince, your lab mate wants me to give you this." She added as she bring out a perfectly wrapped I phone 12.
"What's that?"
"Open it, would you?" Zarah gazed at Yasmin before opening the phone, she opened it and she saw an I phone, "a phone?" she asked.
"Switch it on!" Yasmin ordered impatiently. Zarah switched the I phone on, and the first light which illuminated from the phone was;
Abubakar
Loves
Yasmin.
Zarah's throat dried up; after that a brief intro—video started playing on it's own. A man in his mid thirty, he looked like a model or something, he started talking.
Narrator : Gather together and have a wonderful Eid with the prince and his bride. Our prince Abubakar is finally getting married to Lady Yasmin, who won Miss Abudhabi last year.
Speaking of perfect match, these two are made for each other, the wedding is gonna take place at the royal ballroom—be prepared for this wonderful royal Nikkah!
The narrator ended with a wink, and again a short note popped up, showing the venue, time and all sort of information about the wedding.
"Is that all you wanna show me?" Zarah said, unexpectedly confident.
"Oh yeah, I've got much to say," Yasmin said as she kept her hearty sunglasses on the crystal table.
"He'll leave you with a terrible heartthrob, Fazza agreed to our bliss, and we are going to Paris for our honeymoon, after that, I'll be pregnant, do you think he'll come back for you? You rat, you gold digger, useless orphan!" Yasmin said and Zarah slapped her hard—her ear rang like the church bell that saved the sleeping guard in ancient England.
"Don't you ever call me useless orphan, I'll kill you if you do. I have my dignity, get out of my house!" Zarah said forgetting she wasn't the owner of the hotel.
Yasmin held her cheeks, it was red like she blushed. Yasmin bursted into laughter as Zarah said 'Get out of my house'. "After eid, you'll get out of this place, back to your slum—me and Abubakar will get married in six days time. So I advice you don't give yourself a cardiac arrest, I heard your ex+husband is a billionaire chef, get together with him, and stop being a bitch!" Yasmin said as she walked out of the room, scared a little bit.
Zarah sank on the couch and cried out loud.
Author's note
Stay halal! I have nothing to say!
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