Nu'aimat (COMPLETED)

Chapter 61

Zohra

Three hours later the lots landed in Muscat, I met with Harees and my son on the runway, one year old and a halve Zishan ran all the way to meet up with me,

I squatted and opened my hands wide to receive him in my motherly embrace, "that's my prince, do you miss me, i missed you" i said carrying and showering him with pecks,

"Mama back Mama back Mama back" he chanted, yeah Zishan has made alot of progress with speech and am ever proud,

"Where is Nuaimat" Harees asked after our hugs and pecks exchange,

"Would you Believe she had to stay back for reasons no one knew" i said,

"You are kidding" he said chuckling and was looking round expecting her to appear, now why will i kid with something like that,

"Am not kidding, she is back in Qatar, she will be here tomorrow" I said

"You are not kidding" he asked looking at her, i shook my head, "damn" he sweared

"Not infront of the kid" i reprimanded, because Harees swears alot and i don't like it when he does that infront of Zishan,

"Sorry, but how on earth......wait am not telling Zaid this story, because it took lots for trouble for him to be stopped from coming here to get her back to the palace, not to talk of the eager faces of the hosting family awaiting with some festivals on the bride's arrival"

"Well the deed has been done she is back in Qatar, i don't wanna hear anymore" i said and turned to enter the car he came with,

Already Nuaimat's lousy partenal family were already inside other cars, only Aunt Faduwa and Sabeera will be going with us in my husband's black Acura MDX,

Aunt Faduwah and Sabeera reached us, "welcome Mother" he said as he bow a bit for her to kiss his forehead,

She smiled as she pulled him into a hug, she was glad to see her only son,

"Ya Harees" said Sabira also hugging him, you see now the three have more understanding among them unlike before, and am happy with that, even Uncle Hamood has become this sort of a cool quiet Uncle and it surprises me to see how dearly he is fond of Zishan, thou i find it very uncomfortable to be in his presence,

Don't think off about me, he murdered my father, what do you expect from me.

We drove to the Oman royal palace and damn it's a beauty to behold, between our royal palace and this i don't know which one is better,

Right from the entrance girls and boys were spraying flowers and hitting drums in welcoming the people coming with the bride, oh that means us and HELLO there is no bride, now who will break the news, certainly not me, not to Zaid nor anyone, cause i have no answers to questions they will ask.

On parking in the entrance four elderly women dress in Arab dressing robes came up to our car, "they knew i will be coming with the bride" said Harees as we went out,

I put on a grimace as one of the women came up to us, "oh Allah, you look alot like her" she said

"Her who" i asked Harees through my closed teeth and my grimace, "the fair white Queen" answered Sabira, wait come to think of it, i, Zaid, Nuaimat, Muayad, Harees and Sabira are the direct descendants of Queen Naeemah, so i looked at Sabira who spoke,

You know i once heard some Aunties gossiping that Sabira and Nuaimat look much alike than i and Nuaimat, and that is the resemblance to our great granny,

"Wait till you see the bride" said Aunt Ikram as she reached us and hugged each one of us well excluding Hareee,

"Where is she" asked a girlish voice Aunty whom i don't doubt she is another member of the royal family here in Oman,