"I decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear"~

When we talk about being unlucky, this surpasses it. I am pretty sure that I am the only bride who got left on the altar right after her own wedding. How lucky am I ? I guess I just set my standards too high and now I am just disappointed. But I try not to let it get to me. I just keep on smiling, just like I was doing during the whole day. Mr. Suleyman came and apologized for his son before leaving like nothing happened.

I don't know what he said to his son or what was on the letter that he read, but that alone was enough to change his mood from bad to worse. He just left me, like I don't even exist. My father came to see me and told me that he was leaving. He smiled at me poorly before giving me a hug and turning around. By now, I was just trying so hard not to cry in front of these few people.

My brother came next to me and I just hugged him so hard, like this would be the last time I will get to do it. He wanted to cry and I just pinched his cheeks.

"Omar, you know you are a big boy right? Big boys don't cry. And again, it's not like I am dying or anything, I am still going to be your favorite sister" I said smiling sadly. I am going to miss this boy so much

"But, but you are not going to be in the house anymore" He said with tears threatening to fall.

"No I won't be, but I will always be in your heart and insha Allah, I will come to visit you as soon as I can" I told with all seriousness. My dad was on the side, not rushing us for the first time, but I guess there is still a part of him that didn't change. Still a part of him that cares about us.

"Now, be a good boy and go with dad. It is starting to get late and you have school tomorrow. Remember, do all of your homework and be a good boy alright?"

He gave me his pinkie before answering me. "I pinkie promise you sis that I will be a good boy and you will be proud of me. I am going to study so hard that I will have money and insha Allah, you will never be sad" he promised me. What am I going to do without him in my life Ya Allah? He is so sweet and I just hope that my sacrifice will be enough to make him happy. I held his hand and brought him next to my dad. I looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Take care of him please" I said

"Don't worry about it, he is my son" he says without blinking. Is he for real? I am his daughter too and I really need him right now. I needed him all these years that he was not here for me. Even though I am mad at him, I still love him and I still need him. I always dreamed of this with him and mom by my side. While I met prince charming who loved me at first sight, who would sweep me off of my feet, and love me forever. My Dad not wanting me to leave because of how much he loves me, how much he was going to miss me; him having that special talk with his son in law, not a Dad who would sell me at the first occasion, or throw me to the wolves, whichever once you guys prefer

I kept all of this to myself and just nodded before giving Omar one last look and faced the other side. I felt them shifting beside me and I turned to see them going towards the car. Omar looked back once more and I smiled but my dad, he didn't turn around. Not even once.

Mama Tasmeem and Fatima both kissed me on the cheek and we hugged, and few tears dropped out of my eyes, even though I tried so hard. We looked at each other and the eyes said everything that the mouth couldn't. I saw fatima mouthing 'take care baby' before leaving with Mama, not without turning around looking at me and waving her hand like we were going to see each other the next day. I guess this is easier for both of us

The room was almost empty now, only Malik's witness was there and even the guy who held the ceremony already left. He came near me, not too near, giving me my personal space before he finally opened his mouth.

" I apologize for the way Malik acted. I know that what he did was not nice, but I just ask you to forgive him and give him a second chance." He looked at me apologetically.

"Don't worry about it. It is not like I was expecting my husband to drive me home or anything, considering I am a stranger to him" I smiled sadly at him. I was hurt but I was not going to let him see that.

"You must be tired, Come on, let me drive you home" he said with a smile

"No, no, you don't have to, you know"

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. Besides, you don't even know where the house is" he added with a grin. I could feel my cheeks turning red from embarrassment. He is right I didn't know where I was supposed to go.

He gave a low chuckle before taking out the small suitcase I had on the side and then his car key from his pocket. He then told me to follow him. I did so, leaving some space between us and once we got in the car, he asked me to sit in the front and I politely declined. But the look he gave me made me sit in the front since I knew he was not going to give up and I just don't have the energy to argue right now. He went on the driver's side and turned the car on directly. He turned off the radio and concentrated on the road, not saying a word to me, and honestly, I was grateful for the silence. I turned on my right and was just staring at the trees around. One tear, then two and now they were just running down my cheeks and I couldn't do anything to control it. I just felt so sad, and I tried too hard to hold my tears in. The whole day kept replaying in my head, from the beginning until now. I know that he must know that I am crying and I am so grateful for the fact that he didn't try to talk to me.

After a few minutes, we were in front of a big house, it looked like a mansion. He told me that we were here and got out of the car. He stayed there for a few minutes, I didn't leave from the car until I was able to plaster a new smile on my face and got rid of my tears. I got out of the car and thanked him. He already had my suitcase on hand and told me to follow him. Once we were inside of the house, He went up the stairs before shouting the he was putting the suitcase in the room, I heard him faintly, completely absorbed by the beauty of the house. Even though everything seemed to be well designed and absolutely beautiful, I wouldn't want to live here forever considering how big it is. I prefer small houses.

"You are going to swallow a fly, if you keep your mouth that wide open" said a voice from behind me, before giving another chuckle. I turned around and saw that it was the same guy who drove me home

"I am sorry to leave you here alone considering you are new, but I really have to go. I have some business to take care off before we fly to London" he said apologitically

"No, it's alright, I will be fine on my own. Do you know when he is going to come back" I asked without mentioning the name but he already knew who I was referring to.

"No, I don't know. He didn't tell me where he was going. But I am pretty sure he will be back after few hours, considering he has a wife waiting for him" he said with a smirk

I started blushing again. "Seriously though, thank you" I said after few seconds passed and the silence was becoming awkward.

He just smiled again before turning around and shouting a "see ya".

Now, I was home alone. Hum, what was I going to do? I just decided to visit the house briefly since I will be leaving soon, I find it not necessary to memorize everything in, but having an idea of the place won't be bad. After 15 minutes, I was finally done doing a tour of the house, so I ended up going to the biggest room, where my suitcase was already waiting for me. I went in the bathroom and took a quick shower. I got out and was looking for something to wear, before I realized that I still did not pray Asr, and it was now maghrib time. I took wudu and wore my prayer dress. I also took out my phone from the suitcase to see which direction to pray and when I finally found it, I used the prayer mat to finally pray. I prayed four times, then three, and then two. After I was done, I made some dua's for my mother, my, father, my brother, Malik and then myself.

I changed quickly, wore my favorite purple long dress and then I put a black scarf loosely around my hair.

I went straight to where I remembered the kitchen was, I opened the refrigerator and only saw some ground beef that looked recently bought. I then found some onions. I opened the drawers and saw some pasta, and some kind of seasonings and Tomato sauce. Yes, I can actually make something out of this. I took everything out and figured that Malik would be back anytime soon, and I decided to use what is in here to make pasta , my specialty. So I cooked the pasta and the sauce separately and after half an hour, everything was ready. I cleaned the table and brought everything there. I am sure to win some brownie points today, and maybe, he wouldn't look at me with those indifferent eyes. After everything was ready, I sat on the table and waited for him. Even though I was tired and hungry, I wanted us to have our first meal as a married couple together. Waiting few minutes was not going to kill me. An hour later, he was still not there, but he can be here anytime. I should just be patient. Two hours passed again, and he was still not here and I was now fighting so hard to keep my eyes open. It was a fight that I couldn't win and I knew it, so I just stopped trying and was finally engulfed in a deep sleep.

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