II. He is my husband.

The car comes to a stop and I ogle my surrounding before stepping out.

My environment is not familiar but I love what I see. The building already gives me an idea of what I'm expected to see inside of it.

“Follow me.”

She walks past the main entrance into another door. I refuse to ask a lot of questions already because she hasn't even answered the ones I asked.

We step inside and she takes me through another door. I sigh inwardly feeling fatigue by her up and down movements.

Inside the room are women standing and staring at me like a queen. There's a table by the side and all type of cosmetics are settled on it.

A mirror is plastered ahead and a chair for whosever will be worked on.

“We need to change your look before you step into the party.”

My eyes grew wide. “No. I don't want to. I'm comfortable with this.”

“But it doesn't match on you. Please, just do it for today. Trust me you'd understand why I said so.”

I close my eyes and open it. This is a huge decision. I don't let people comment on my appearance and tell me what's best or not.

But today, I decide to be obedient. I walk further and settle on the empty chair.

The start doing some touching and due to the light feeling, I drown into sleep.

My face is up and so is my body but Myla is not conscious anymore. Their hands feel so good.

After a few minutes everything is done. I open my eyes and they almost crawl down for the third time today.

I look so beautiful. I've never had such make-up done on me. Not even in my brother's nor sister's wedding.

My hair is also made. And I feel a little sad because I wanted to look natural.

But to be honest everything is perfect. If I can appreciate this then it is indeed.

“Wow!” this word leaves my lips before I can control it.

“Now she's good. Let's get to the party. I'm sure all eyes will be on you tonight.”

Ms. Grayson holds me like a mother getting prepared to give her daughter out.

On standing I notice my look from head to toe. My jaws drop.

I look so . . . different. Like a real goddess.

I turn to my manager. “Don't you think this is so extra?”

She shakes her head. “You're perfect. Common it's time.”

It's time? What time?

I sigh again and we leave to the main hall. That's when I see the bigger entrance we passed by.

On looking around I notice everyone simple. I'm the only one with such outfit.

My eyes land on Patricia. Then on Brehilda and Tiffy. I shrug and drop dead my track.

I blink my eyes a hundred times as they approach me.

“This is . . . Magnifique!” Patricia exclaims.

“Wow!” followed by Brehilda. “You're a real Queen." Then Tiffy.

“What are both you doing here? Didn't you tell me you were out of town?”

They stare at me blankly. “Did I ever say that?” Tiffy sputters.

I look at her unbelievably. “You lair!”

“Calm down. You don't have to scream. This is your party. Happy birthday!” Brehilda hugs me.

Did she just say my party? This is so huge to be just a birthday party!

“What do you mean?”

They smile and pulls me in. My sight catches my family seated there too.

My mouth pulls apart. What am I seeing?

I rush to them and hug my mom first. Then my dad, sister, brother and Aunt.

“Omg! Mamma. How could you travel all the way here for my birthday?”

My Aunt looks at me in disorientation. My mother whispers something to her and she nods.

I frown and Patricia joins us. Everyone is silent.

“Who was the mastermind of this party?”

They look at each other quietly. My head is about to explode. No one is answering my questions. And it's becoming tiring.

Maybe this is a dream or maybe I should stop asking questions about the party. I'm already here anyway.

Out of a sudden, everyone stares behind me. A strong and familiar wiff hits my senses. And I become curious. Just when I'm about to turn.

“Have you been looking for me?”

With the speed of light, I totally turn around and my eyes meet with Jamal's glowing ones.

My surrounding disappears and it feel as though we're the only ones standing here.

I don't blink my eyes at all, scared that I may wake up from this dream. But it fails. I blink and blink blink and blink blink blink over again.

He's truly standing here. In front of me with . . . the same material, color and design as mind.

I look at my dress and compare with his. Why are we in uniform?

I dart my eyes to the crowd that have stopped moving as everyone watches . . . us.

I bring back my gaze to Jamal and he draws near, until we are inches apart.

“Happy Birthday.”

He says softly and my heart melts. Oh my God he had been preparing to surprise me all these while!

I should've known this will happen. My heart feels like forming fireflies right now.

He kept his promise and I didn't regret trusting him. My eyes glitter as I feel tears of joy forming around them.

“Close your eyes.” he orders and I bath my lashes.

I trust him so I do as he says.

“Raise your left hand in a form of surrender.”

I giggle a little. This must be amusing. I put up my right hand and hear everyone laughing. So I change to my left.

Suddenly I feel something mind-blowing. Something slide into my finger and my head quickly registers what he just did.

I open my eyes like an owl. I look at my finger and it is decorated by a diamond ring.

My breath hooks within my throat. I bring my gaze to him in total shock. Being extremely flabbergasted.

My eyes water up immediately and he says. “I want you to be my wife. To stay by my side. And spend the rest of your life with me.”

My lips quiver as tears roll down my cheeks.

“Will you be my mate Myla?”

I sniffs and nods abruptly.

“Yes. Yes, I want to be your wife. I want you.”

The spectators applaud and Jamal hugs me and kisses the crown of my head. I rest my head against his chest and hold him tight.

He pulls me away after a moment of silence and looks into my eyes. “I want you to do something for me.”

My brows come together in confusion. “Are you leaving me?”

He gives me a soft gaze. “No I'm not. Just wait for me. And follow this ladies. I'd be right back.”

He turns to leave and I hold him. “Jamal, please don't go.”

He kisses my cheeks and my nose then on my forehead. “Do you remember this? I promise to never leave you. And I won't.”

“Just trust me. Ok?”

I nod and he leaves. Some women come to haul me away and into another room.

I follow and they open up a big dresser where a gorgeous married gown lays in. It's of the Muslim married woman design.

They undress me to put it on me. I try to comprehend what's going on but I choose not to. I don't want to overthink this.

Today has brought me a lot of surprises already.

I put it on the they change my makeup, hairstyle, and draw somethings on my hand and legs.

All the while my mind keep boiling from what Jamal did.

They finish working on me and take me into another hall which is bigger than the previous. I see more guest and scan Jamal's family seated somewhere.

This can't be happening. My chest rises and fall through every breath.

The lights go off but people still walk me somewhere until . . . it comes back on.

I look around again and Mrs. Mehdi is extremely joyous. I've never seen her like this.

When I look ahead, I see Jamal descending towards me. We're dressed uniformly again.

My mind interprets everything. We are getting wedded traditionally!!

I burst out into tears and he wraps me in his arms.

This is so overwhelming. I can't take this joy in my heart. This is so good to be true. It's a dream come true.

The two families come to seat together and we kneel before them.

I see my dairy being paid and I look at my brother who he winks at me. He must've been the one who helped Jamal get this through.

They reside some blessings arabic and cultural appropriation.

I am giving a platinum ring to put on his finger and he does the same on mine.

After which we stand. Jamal whispers to me as he moves us to the dance floor.

“Now you're completely mine.”

I smile, my eyes feeling heavy from my severe weeping.

“I know. And I'm happy that I am.”

I lay my head against his torso and he walks with me in slow motion as an instrumental song is played.

“You solved my puzzle in a grand style.”

He chuckles. “Yes I did naughty girl.”

I smile at the mention of that word. And close my eyes to feel his heart beat which beats in synchrony with mine.

And this is how my story Ends. None of this is a coincidence. He is the man I saw in my dreams.

The one I kept thinking about. He wasn't the one in my favorite books, series or films. He is Jamal. A god with an unknown identity.

He is perfect. And he . . . is my husband!

Then End.

Author's Note: I don't know. I was thinking of making a season two of this. It's going to be about their after marriage. How they'd cop in this new journey together.

What will be their fights? External or Internal problems in marriage? Will they get through it? Or seek for a long break apart?

I'd love to know your idea about it. If I should go on then I'd love to. But If not I'd continue with a new project.

Thanks a lot to everyone who have been with this story from the start. I appreciate your time. And so do Myla and Jamal. Hehehe. Bye.