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I placed the frame upside down when I heard the door open. I didn't want Yoongi to see this. "Come on, sweetheart. Everyone is here," he said, and I nodded, flashing him a fake smile. I got up from the bed and placed the frame inside the drawer. He wrapped his arms around my waist, making me sigh. "You miss him?" he whispered in his raspy voice.
"I have always missed him. I always longed for fatherly love, just as I do today. The only difference is I used to see his face every day and hear his voice. Today, I forgot how he looked. I forgot what he sounded like. I try my best to remember him, but I fail to do so. All I am left with are faint memories of my childhood," I whispered, and he kissed my shoulder.
"He must be really proud of you, darling. You are strong and resilient, just like he wanted you to be," he whispered against my skin, making shivers run down my spine. "I am not strong anymore," I said, resting my head against his chest. "You're the strongest woman I have ever seen, Yazia. Trust me. Moreover, being strong doesn't mean you don't feel weak and you don't cry; it means you get up and fight the situation even though you feel weak and exhausted," he said, pressing his lips against my skin while caressing my bump.
I turned around to look at him, and my teary eyes met his comforting ones. He was my comfort, my peace. I rested my head against his while he placed his hand on my head, caressing my hair. "It's alright. You can't cry about it now. It's what Allah wanted, right?" His voice was enough to comfort me. "If you keep regretting past decisions, you will never be able to live in your present. Let the past be in the past. Let's enjoy our present and make our future better," he said, holding my hand and pressing his lips against my forehead, making me smile.
"Now get ready. Everyone is waiting for you," he said, smiling at me, making me chuckle. I walked into the closet and covered my hair with my hijab. I walked out of the closet, wrapping a shawl around my body. Yoongi held my hand, and we walked into the lobby. A big smile made its way onto my face when I saw everyone present there.
Mother, Nazli, Ali Gulin, Selvi unnie, Junaid, Benish, Ferman, Adil sir, Zaim, Hoseok, and Amal. Ifra was probably in her school. We haven't talked much after Baba's death.
Mom walked up to me, kissing my forehead. "Ay, Mashallah. Look at my beautiful daughter," she smiled, making Yoongi chuckle. I glared at him while he kept holding my hand. "It's not good for you to keep standing. Come sit here," she motioned towards the couch, and I nodded, sitting down with Yoongi beside me.
I covered my baby bump with my shawl. Everything felt happy and lively. Everyone was talking like family. Yoongi kept holding my hand and caressing the back of my hand with his thumb. "How are the babies doing, unnie?" Amal sat beside me, and I chuckled. "They are really energetic. They keep moving and kicking all the time," I said, making her laugh lightly.
"They are so lucky to have parents like you both," she said, and I licked my lip while my cheeks turned light pink. "Thank you, sweetie," I looked at her. "How is everything going between you and Hoseok?" I asked, and she smiled. "I refuse to talk much with him. Whenever we talk, it's just about religious things. I don't want anything haram in my life," she said, making me smile.
