"WHAT?" Aisha screeched and wrapped her arms around me. "You got married!" She cheered as she struggled to lift me.

She didn't care that I didn't tell her, which wasn't odd for Aisha.

"Put me down, silly; you can't carry me." I laughed, and she set me back down in a big huff.

"Besides, It isn't something to be happy about!" I said in blue tone. "And can you keep your voice down, no one knows not even my family,"

"Why not ?" She asked worriedly. "Does he have a second wife ?" She asked, concerned knwoing my past relationships.

"Not that I know of," I admmited since I didn't know Kerem had a wife when I fell in love with him and married him, but for the professor I really didn't care if he did or not because I didn't care about him, "and beside it isn't like that he and I were practically married not for the reason of marriage but out of ...." as I searched for a word that wouldn't say too much, "convenience,"

"Ya Allah Wahaj, you're acting like you have made a crime, you got married." she groaned as I went to organize the drink mixes. "That will teach Elian," She says, referring to Elian, the guy who left me after I disappeared.

"It is just that.." I tried again to find the right word to describe the situation.

"Professor" Aisha announced as a warning. I stepped away from the drink mix and looked at him as he approached with a sceptical look.

"Uhh?" He stammered.

"D-Did you forget something?" I muttered, attempting to cover my agonized face while trying to keep Aisha from elbowing me behind the counter.

"Mm, yeah..to order." His eyes flickered as he said, " I think I'll have a venti, half-whole milk, one quarter 1%, one-quarter non-fat. Extra hot, split quad shots (1 1/2 shots decaf, 2 1/2 shots regular). No foam latte, with a whip, two packets of Splenda, one sugar in the raw. A touch of vanilla syrup and three short sprinkles of cinnamon." He finished his order as I looked over to Aisha, hoping she at least got half of it.

"And could you make it quick, I am running late," He says.

"So Black tea, it is," I say dismissing his order and ordering something that I could actually understand.

Just as he was about to yell for giving him black tea, instead of his complicated order, I ran into the bathroom. I grabbed onto the edge of the sink, While I emptied my stomach violently into the white porcelain bowl. I waited a few more minutes for nausea to pass before I rinsed my mouth and brushed my teeth again for the second time today.

This brain injury was causing vomiting and constant headache as I read about it. It had been bugging me mostly for the past three weeks, and no amount of medication I had taken so far had managed to bring it under control.

I also haven't been eating well; I was afraid to eat anything different for fear that my stomach would reject it. In addition to the brain injury, I must have been stressed over the reset exam. Plus, my father sudden appearance in my life had caused me to have many disagreements with my aunt Miray and grandmother. It got to the point that we would try as much as possible to not interact with each other.

"Are you hurt?" I looked over to find professor Yilmaz standing over me.

Just suffering the consequences of the car accident! I wanted to tell him that desperately but when I saw the concern look on his face, I backed out.

"I'm fine. There's no need for all this fuss." I was embarrassed as I find Aisha and Professor Yilmaz hovering over me.

"Mashallah, you make such a lovely—"

"You can go, Professor," I quickly interrupt Aisha before she embarrasses me.

"You're hurt. Go home, take some painkillers, and rest your hand. I can work here for the rest of your shift." The professor offers.

I gasp in astonishment, "You work as a waiter ?"

"Ya and I will most definitely do a better job than you at that, Mrs Muhammad," The mean old person switched into the grinch in less than a minute, but then I noticed that for the first time he calls me MRS instead of MS.

I looked over at Aisha who was looking in awe at the professor, "Such a perfect husband, you are lucky, Wahaj."

Just hearing those words out loud made both of us flench from our place. It was wired and most of all, awkward.

I couch in discomfort, "I will get home before you change your mind," I speak to lighten the mood as I quickly take my books and leave the store without even calling my aunt to inform her that I will depart.

That same night after he finishes my two hours remaining shift, I send him a thank you using the number he scribbled into my palm. Not a minute later, he sends me a message asking me to meet him tomorrow at my aunt's cafe.

I thought about not going, but at the same, I got curious to know what he would tell me.

Next morning

I selected a time early in the morning when I knew my aunt Miray wouldn't be there; I had just walked into our little shop as I took the bus to get there even though I would stop by every morning to eat in that shop. I felt nervous about entering.

I put my cell phone in my purse as I push the door and get in. I find my the professor.

Letting out a deep breath to calm my nerves, I made my way to the door and put my hand on the knob. I slowly turned it and opened the door.

Standing there in all of his glory was Ibrahim Yilmaz. He was wearing a white button-down shirt and some dark jeans. His bronze hair was in perfect disarray, and his emerald green eyes were bright.

"How did you get in ?" I asked since I didn't give him the key.

"Aisha gave me the cafe shop's keys," He replied, "She told me to give it to you," He said as he hands them to me.

"So, what is it? why did you want to meet me?" I asked worriedly.

"Our deal ?" He says in concern. "It was for your father to return all that he owns to my family and he did immediately after we signed the contract,"

I grinned in relief.

"But my father thinks it is a trap, and he would accept it," He admitted, "It is time for my parents to know about our marriage," He acknowledged out of nowhere. "So our fathers can forgive each other, and we could finally live in peace,"

I looked at him in confusion, "You knew just a week ago, you were just a professor to me that I occasionally respect from afar, and the memories you seem to possess aren't something I can remember, and I don't remember agreeing to marry you,"

He raised an eyebrow. "You asked me to marry you." He pointed out.

"Oh." I frowned. I even threw myself on the man, way to go wahaj!

"So when are you going to move in with us," It didn't seem as a question of would you but a question of when would you. He took his phone out to answer a quick email- I suppose. He seemed to be sure that my answer was a yes and when I replied he was shocked.

"No," I reply promptly. "I won't do it, I won't be in the same house with you, Mellisa and your parents who I presume hate me,"

I was the girl who took their son in law; I don't think they won't blame me for this or easily forgive me.

" And what will I tell my grandmother and aunts. That I am sorry I didn't inform you, but I decided to move in with my professor who I forgot to mention I married in those twenty days you were so worried about me," I say in an ironic tone, as I explained to the professor that this couldn't be done.

I gave my final decision, "No, I won't do it," I say.

My legs were shaking, and when I stood up, I felt my knees give out.

The professor's firm hands reached out and steadied me, holding me close to him in case I lost my balance again. "Hey, are you alright?" His voice was laced with worry as he threw his phone on the table.

I immediately removed his hand from mine as he continues said, " You are my wife, dammit, I will hold your hands if I want to, and you do as I say and move with me," He says furiously. "Why are you so stubborn ?" He says rhetorically.

I was enraged at the form he lectured to me; he was supposed to be a professor. He was deemed to understand that when a guy married a woman, he doesn't own her and she doesn't owe him anything if he acted that way.

"I have a solution to this," I spoke, "We will get a divorce," I voice my opinion as he opened his mouth in shock.