Zahrah's POV
"Hey Zahrah." A familiar voice called my attention from behind
I turned to see who it was, Sarah, the saucy girl from high school, jealous of every single of my achievement back then and wished nothing but bad for me.
"What are you doing here?" I inquired, because I find it very hard to believe that she's here, I don't remember telling her I was getting married, not to talk of inviting her, then how was she here?
"Is that the way to greet a guest." She said with a smirk as I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, who invited you?" I asked with a half-smile.
"Am I not invited to my friend's wedding, all our classmates knew about this, how would I not?"
"Fine, enjoy yourself." I'll take that.
"Of course I will, enjoy yours while it last." She said as she flung her hair in her usual annoying manner and left. Such a Bitch, she always finds a way to rile to me up.
"She makes me so mad." I grinded my teeth as I left the spot.
Some strong arms pulled me to his body, giving me the comfort I needed.
"I've been looking everywhere for you." He said as he smiled at me, can I ever get used that handsome face of his. "Let's take some pictures, we don't want this moment forgotten." He said as he dragged me to the photo-shoot.
"What about mum, I haven't laid my eyes on her?" I asked knowing fully well that he had already informed me on her absence today, I just felt I should try again.
"She's right here, isn't she?" Zayd replied my question with another as he focused his gaze on mine.
"Not my mum, your mum." I stated maintaining eye contact with him and he sighed.
"We already talked about this." He said as I pouted my lips at him, his arms were wrapped around my body and mine on his chest. The photographers were already serving their purpose as they kept taking pictures of us nonstop. "Why don't we just not think about this right now and enjoy the moment, hmm" He said this looking at me while moving his face closer to mine.
"You wouldn't dare." I warned him.
"We're married now, so why not?"
"Yeah, but everyone's looking." I tried convincing him but he decided not to listen to me and at that point, the photographers took a picture of us granting Zayd's unsaid wish.
"You just…" I felt speechless once he released his lips from mine.
"Yes, I did." He said with a smile and I couldn't help but smile too. His smile is just too contagious.
After we took more pictures together, we took with mum and Yuusuf and then personal ones with our friends. We got a lot greetings from people and returned our appreciation and the wedding was done, now just I and Zayd.
Zayd and I were driven to our new home. It wasn't that big and not small either, it was okay in size for the both of us. It was a beautiful duplex, from what I could perceive from the outside.
"Wow!"
"I knew you wouldn't like it, you don't have to worry, we'll be moving away from here after few months." Zayd stated. Is he kidding me, the house is amazing.
"What? No, this is beautiful, I love it." I said as I faced him with a smile. He wrapped his arm around my waist as he moved our faces closer, making our lips almost touch.
He said with a genuine smile, "This is the happiest day of my life, you know that, right?"
"No." I replied and he smiled.
"Well it is, and now that you've decided to spend the rest of your life with me, we'll always be happy." Zayd confessed to me.
Zayd stared at me with so much intensity in his eyes, like I was a diamond in his eyes, his diamond, his shining diamond. "I feel the same."
"I think it's time we get into our new home." I said as he nodded in agreement. The sun had already set, the sky was dark but the moon shone bright.
The interiors were beautiful, Zayd was just wonderful. Before today, Zayd would not show me our new house, wanting to surprise and he did.
"Well, I know how much you love colours." He stated.
What does he not? "I really do." I said as Zayd directed me upstairs to our bedroom. I sat on the bed to remove my shoes, the room was bigger than I thought and the bed…it was massive. Zayd sat beside me on the bed and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me to lay on the bed with him, he was at it again.
"Zayd, Ishai!" I said as the stubborn Zayd didn't listen.
~Ishai means night prayer for the Muslims.