The princess of bloom

17. The married couple❤️

Marriage is a mutual relationship. A mutual feeling, which means both of you should love each other. Mutual affection. Be patient, gentle, and loving with one another. Mutual agreement. He might be a man and you, a woman. Naturally, you have different views but if you want your marriage to work, you need to agree on things. When misunderstanding happens, don't act up in anger and as the wife, you should be the one to calm the fire. If you decide to be a flame yourself, you will burn your house to a crisp. That is your marriage.

Respect and care for your mother-in-law because your home will be more peaceful if she is happy. Miss Fadilat did tell me that Khaleef will be going through a hard journey and your job as his wife, is to support him all through. His success now lies in your hands.

When a woman gets married, she completes half of her husband's Deen, so be that. Don't let any other thing come before your Deen because a wife or husband can pull their spouse to Jahannam. They can also pull each other to Jannah.

We ask Allah the Most High to bless your marriage with his light, mercy, and prosperity.

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Two days before the wedding, Fadilat was driven to a large luxurious house. The guards on the stairs rushed to open the door for her.

"Welcome Madam," they greeted. Fadilat kept a straight face as she adjusted her sunglasses. "Inform Miss Rezan that Fadilat Kareem Altamash is here to see her."

The guards became more respectful and escorted her up the stairs, while another rushed to inform Miss Rezan. The big door opened and a middle-aged woman in a green fitted gown twisted her waist over. A high bun was decorated with red flowers over her head and she had makeup on her face. It was a sharp contrast to Fadilat who was in her hijab.

Miss Rezan opened her arms wide with a smile. "Welcome welcome Fadilat." She enveloped her in a hug.

"Nice meeting you again," Fadilat smiled too as they exchanged pleasantries.

"Please, come inside my abode," Rezan gestured in and Fadilat joined her. The ceiling inside was high and the walls were decorated with some paintings. The drawings were so special and intricate that Fadilat got lost in them.

"Masha Allah. They look so beautiful," she exclaimed.

"Of course they are. I bought them for a hefty sum," Rezan smiled, stroking her hair elegantly. "How about taking a closer look?"

"Sure," Fadilat nodded and they walked to the wall. On closer look, the paintings were more beautiful. Due to her staring more, Fadilat noticed an inscription at the base. It was a golden crown.

"The master of this piece must be a professional," she hummed.

"Yeah. Come sit for some tea," Rezan offered. Fadilat followed her to the large sitting space in the middle of the room and they sat down. After a cup of tea, she kept it gently and looked at Rezan.

"Miss Rezan. Do you know Fatmah Zahra Othman?" She asked, watching the woman's expression. Rezan paused before a disgusted look formed on her face.

"Of course, I know that girl. Her father took a hefty sum from me and vanished into thin air. His wife refused to pay me and just because I wanted my hard-earned money, that girl dared to threaten me." Rezan rolled her eyes.

Fadilat didn't want to drag the matter and asked directly, "How much is it?"

"Huh?" Rezan was surprised. She just registered what they were talking about. "Wait. How do you know that cheap family? Don't tell me you want to pay their debts,"

Fadilat smiled and said, "I am acquainted  with them and I chose to pay their debts as charity,"

Rezan squinted her eyes. Fadilat was known for her charitable acts but she couldn't help but feel suspicious today. Anyways, she told Fadilat the price and the woman immediately gave her a check.

"I am quite busy and I need to leave," Fadilat said and stood up.

"So soon?" Rezan inquired standing up to. "How about I show you around my new garden?"

"I said that I am busy Rezan. Maybe next time," Fadilat refused politely. Rezan was used to changing things around her house. Fadilat wouldn't waste precious time looking around.

"Oh well. Please," Rezan shrugged and escorted her outside. She watched Fadilat enter the car and her expression twisted as they left.

"She paid their debts but that isn't enough for what that girl did." She hissed. The men she sent after Zahra were injured and the girl actually disappeared for days. She was thinking of what to do to get that girl.

…….

"Let's go! Let's go!" Firdaus exclaimed as she pulled the veil over Zahra's face. She and Melis chose a royal blue gown and golden veil. She had it wrapped while Melis used a Turban. They were going to escort Zahra to her new home.

Hassan was back as he watched his sister stand up. Hazaan was already crying, causing his eyes to become teary.

Zahra on the other hand, was nonchalant.
"You are the first bride I know that isn't crying when leaving her home," Firdaus said, shaking her head.

"I am not leaving forever right?" Zahra shrugged.

"Just let her be. She just wants to go see her handsome husband. Let's just go," Melis said and Hassan laughed opening the door. Firdaus stood behind him, with Zahra behind her, then Melis.

Standing before the car was Abdul in a shiny black suit with a brown shirt. Fadilat made sure the couple looked alike today because his accessories were also golden. Yildiz stood beside him in black and green and he zoomed out for a short while sighting Firdaus.

Firdaus shifted her gaze away giving way to the bride.

Abdul smiled and stretched his hand out to her. Zahra stared at his hand before placing her hand in it. She felt a peculiar feeling because, besides her brother, no man had ever held her warmly like this. If she was in a fight, it was a momentary hit. She felt….safe.

Abdul clasped her small hand and pulled her to the car. They went in the middle, Melis and Firdaus sat at the back, while Yidliz and Hassan sat in the front with the driver.

Zahra didn't know if Abdul was just acting but he didn't let her hand go throughout the whole drive. She glanced at him through her veil and he had a calm expression with his eyes closed. She couldn't help but be amazed by his bearing. His attitude most of the time was what annoyed her. But he was her husband now, well….before the contract is over….or after she dies. 

The Kareem's house soon came into view and Fadilat had decorated the doors. She was standing there with Laila with bright smiles. Hassan opened the door and Abdul came down. He took his wife's hand and walked to his mother, then released her hand.

"Masha Allah. Welcome Ameerah," Fadilat grinned and hugged her. Zahra smiled faintly, hugging the woman too.

The others came down and were amazed by the home. It was rare to find rich people who didn't live in extravagance and luxury. They went into the house where a walimah was arranged.

It was after Maghrib that Firdaus and Melis took the bride to her new room.

"Your new room bestie," Fridaus held her hips, inspecting the room. The walls were white, the floor with special wood, and the wardrobe was black with golden handles. Opposite it was the bed.

Melis sniffed and held Zahra tightly. "This is not fair. I am not getting married ever. It just separates one from their loved ones."

"Then never fall in love." Firdaus stuck her tongue out but she was sad too. It took more weeping before the two left the room. Zahra exhaled and held her face.

Melis and Firdaus said goodbye to Fadilat before leaving with Hassan and Yildiz.

Fadilat then sat her son down.