A Cold Day In Hell-ON HOLD

ch>9 - the talk.

Cherry lips, crystal skies
I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses,pretty lies.
You're the king , baby , i'm your queen
Find out what you want,
Be that girl for a month.

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☆TAYLOR SWIFT.

I woke up for the second time this morning to the annoying buzz of my alarm, getting frustrated I threw the alarm away perhaps breaking it.

"You are finally awake sleepy head" said oum.
I frown , and got up.

"Why are you all dress up this early morning" I asked oum taking into her appearance.
"Am having a morning lectures" she replied.
"Mine is by 11am".
"I better go back to bed" , I said shoving the duvet over me.
I found my self being pulled down by my feet.
"Oum what the heck" I yelled?.
"Have you forgotten about the talk" she said emphazing on the talk.
"Oh yes", I answered.
Have I really forgetten or was I just being lazy to get up I thought.
"Ki shirya maza maza (get ready quickly) you know dad jabir will be travelling today right".
"Yes, thank you" I said after jumping off the bed and finding my way to my room.
Once there, I took a shower, brush my teeth and wore a velvet wine junksuit , I roll a pitch wine hijab applied kol and little to no make up and went straight to the dining area, where i found oum already done with her meal and on her way out for school.
"Bye" I wave her and sat across mum.

"Morning Mom, morning Dad" I greeted both my parents as they responded.
In my front was a plate of pan cake and Mappleton syrup.
With a cup of coffee and in the middle of the table was a bowl of beacon and a plate of omelet.
"Are you not having morning lectures today" ask mum.
"I do, but by 11am" I answered quite relax.
"Jawahir !", called Dad and I felt a chill pass through me.
"Yes " I answered as if I will not.
"Do you want to get married " asked dad.
What's he heading at asked my subconscious.
Shh, keep quite if we listen we will know I assured my subconscious self.
"Yes dad, I do".
"Do you love oum and value your friendship" asked dad.
"Of course I do, more than anything dad".
"When do you have a problem with their family, be honest I promise I won't force you into anything to don't want" said Dad.
"I do ?", asked getting confused.
"Then what's it, what's your reason for rejecting their proposal" Asked dad.
"Nothing" I replied.
"You're not telling the truth".
"Now answer me honestly " yelled dad getting impatient.
Tears engorged in my eyes.
I was mute having nothing to reply.
"Don't be hash on her" exclaimed mum.
"She has a reason of course but if you ask her that way you will never know" Said mum.
"Are you in love asked mum".
I Remain quite so unlike me.
"Do you have a boyfriend" she demanded.
I nodded my head signifying yes.
Dad and mum where both quite and after a little while dad continued.
"Why didn't you say anything " he asked.
"I wanted to b.."
"What stopped you" asked dad cutting me cut.
"Ok, talk to him I will like to see him" said dad.
"He will be coming on Saturday" I answered .
"Thats great, I will have been back my then".
"Dad am sorry for My behaviour " dad stood without answering me and left.
"Eat your food now" said mom.
"I will be back soon let me see your dad off before he heads for the airport" said mum.
I kept staring at my fingers not touching the food.
Life plays a silly game at us all.
My phone started ringing.
It was an unknown number, as I answered it I heard an unfamiliar voice, a male voice.
"Oum has asked me to come pick her stuff earlier will you be home ?".
I was frozen, the voice was mesmerising, it melted my heart.
I kept concentrating on the cool rythm which the voice gives
Stupid, fool, what's gotten over you, do you know you are cheating on Saif. Scolds my subconscious.
"Who's this" I manage to ask .
"It's bukar".
"Bukar" I muttered and then cut the phone.
"Who's that", asked mum getting me off guard.
"It was bukar" .
"I do not get you " mum shook her head.
"Mum, he called for oum" I answered bluntly.
"Mum I have to go now", I said getting off the chair and kissing mum's forehead.
"But you haven't touch your breakfast yet" said mum.
"Will be late, bye now" With that I left.

At school the time passed so quickly before I knew it , all my classes for the day where over.
Saif dropped me home .
Once we arrived I met bukar whom had come to collect oum's,
"Jawahir " he said nonchalantly.
"Bukar" I replied giving him a practical smile.
"Who's this asked Saif?".
"He's oum's elder brother".
"Oh him", replied Saif in his hoarse voice.
Bukar just kept staring at my hand which Saif has held tightly in his, he frown.
"I have to go Dear", I said referring to Saif.
He kissed my forehead and turns to leave, bukar whom was standing there was burning in fury , any one there could notice so.
Saif drove off and I led bukar in with out exchanging a word.
I showed bukar oum's room and he went in to pick something of hers.
Shortly after that he left.
Mum called me and we chattered about Saif.
I told her everything about him and she is already getting fond of him.
I showed her his picture.
We spend the rest of the day talking about Saif.
I told her about him coming this weekend for diner and she was thrilled to meet him, in person.
"Mum " I called out.
"What dear", she asked
"What about bukar parent".
"What are you going to tell them".
"How are you going to call off the engagement" , I asked quite anxious.
"Leave that to me, will find away".
"Let the elders do there job".
"I love you labiba mum" I muttered.
"Get off my thigh now" said mum "don't you know you are old enough to have your own kids now" she teased.
"Most of Nigerian mums like mum" also teases their daughter about that.
"And where's oum I haven't seen her", asked mum.
"She's going to spend the night at her parents house "I replied.
"Ok".
"Mum am not old, am your little baby I pouted.."
"Of course you are "said mum, giving me a peck.
"My parents are the sweatest and must understanding parents ever".
"Of course we may be a weird family, but our weirdness keeps us together".