" Be fast, they are almost here". Nawal said moving up and down inside the Royal dining. The bride's family are coming for the kamu and bridal shower before they travel back to Abuja for the daurin aure, reception and dinner.
"Sister you've been talking since, go to your room, I'll handle it". Ihfan said holding Nawal by her shoulders.
"I don't want to stress you, you are still new here. I'll deal with everything done worry". Nawal said smiling at ihfan even though she knows she really needed the rest. She's been up way too early supervising everything
"Haba, I've spent three months, I think I'll be able to handle it just go and rest okay". She gave Nawal a reassuring smile.
"Okay if you say so". She left ihfan and went straight to their chamber and into the room. She dropped the veil and sat closing her eyes while jabbar just continued what he was doing like nobody entered.
"After closing her eyes for some minutes, she opened them to see what jabbar was doing. He was getting ready for the breakfast with the bride's family. He had already worn the black kaftan trousers and Nawal could see the shirt on the bed. He was in his white vest and wearing his Rolex. Soon he carried his shirt and wore it that was neatly ironed.
"You look handsome". He pretended not to hear her and picked his links up to fix them.
"Now compliment me".
"You stink". He said without looking at her". Nawal didn't expect that and she would have laughed it off if they usually had that kind of play. Which means......
"Let me help you with your zannah bukar". She offered getting up from her chair. She had let his first comment slide. The glare he gave her got her moving backwards Instead of coming closer.
"Thank your stars you didn't come close to me". He adjusted the cap on his gelled hair.
"Do you always have to be like this". Hands akimbo and staring at him she asked.
"Do you always have to Interfere". He was about to go when something caught his eye. It was Nawal's phone. He walked to the couch where she had dropped the phone and picked it up.
"What's this ?".
"It's a pouch, what does it look like". She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his silly question
"Hey fool, will you answer my question, does it look like am in the mood for your sarcastic answers".
"The pouch was inside the parcel you gave me last week."
"The why use it".
"Because I feel like".
"Answering me like this wouldn't do you any good. You bloody way talk to me properly.
"I'm sorry".
"You better remove that pouch from your phone. I don't want anyone walking about with my name on their hands. He dropped the phone and left.
He wouldn't have attended the wedding and would have dodged the way he did for Jamal's wedding but this was Mai martaba's punishment for missing Jamal's wedding. He had to attend all the events of jamil's own.
"He has a problem with everything". Nawal grumbled them mimicked him and laughed to herself. She wonders why he's so grumpy and complains for everything. What's bad now if she carries a pouch with his name on it. It's just a pouch for good ness sake.
Nawal took a nice warm bathroom then changed into another outfit then went for the royal breakfast. They all stood by the garage while the cars kept rolling in.
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Fanfiction"I can never get married to you.i deserve better.he said with his usual screwed up face which always makes his handsome face have wrinkles. "today,here and now I promise you that you will come and plead with me to get married to you.Nawal trying to...
