Oh please, men will be men:/

Chapter 18

So it’s settled im about to marry a complete stranger which is completely fine since the stranger was very interesting and just as goofy as I am. Now I would be that weird old single aunty in the family who looks likes all she ever does is work, which is fair…all I ever do is work. It was interesting watching Iyad, yes his name is Iyad…support, might, and strength…wouldn’t say that I I’ve seen any of those qualities in him yet.

I waited for Zhareefahs husband to come home. Who apparently was caught up with extra work on his so called business trip. I might regret saying this but sometimes Daneen is correct…a man does need a good beating in order for him to behave himself. He arrived looking as tired as a mule, his tie pushed aside and shirt untucked. What a pleasant sighting I thought looking towards the drunkard at my friend's door. Interesting how he never mentioned that he’s an alcoholic during the nikkah negotiation, I felt sorry for her looking towards her worried face…she was so excited about completing her deen especially if it was with someone who she thought she knew…

I walked up towards her giving her a glass of water, she handed it to him. He not only smelt like alcohol he had lipstick on his shirt, I laughed looking towards him thinking about how I was about to punch him. After Daneen arrived holding me back, she guided him to their room where she left him. I could only think of how she must have felt, seeing the same look on her face…the same one I possessed watching my husband with another woman in the past not sure if this was worse.

Daneen caught her before she fell to the ground. It was strange watching the put together one look so weak. She asked for some space, and so we left her to absorb what she had just witnessed on her own. I know I would've walked out of the marriage immediately, Zhareefah, on the other hand, might stay and endure what she doesn’t have to. Sometimes I question her trust and nurturing side, a side that man certainly doesn't deserve.

“ and that look on your face isn’t it my job to be upset?” Daneen says ordering us a milkshake.

“im not upset, im just…okay im upset. But so are you.”

“Of course I am, this is a perfect example of a failed istikarah…honestly a normal thing. I want to protect her, but we both know that it’s about time that we let her grow up.”

I couldn’t believe that the short-tempered Daneen would say that. Maybe she was growing up.

“ And you, are you happy?”

“Of course I am, or at least I will be. I mean, life isn’t only about cricket.”

“It's always been about cricket to you, but I hope that someday you do return.”

she smiled paying for our takeaway milkshake before dropping me home. She still had a few wedding preparations to complete with her mother, I on the other hand was having a wedding afterward.

“Boo!” he says folding his arms, watching me drop my milkshake.

“Before you open your useless mouth…make sure that I get a milkshake in my hand right now!" I say furious.

He walked over to me handing me a new milkshake, “ did you forget that your allergic to banana, good riddance to all the pain you were about to face after drinking that.”

“How did you know that….i don’t remember telling you.”

“During our blind date when I ordered you desert you told me, and if I had a small brain like yours I wouldn’t have remembered as well. Now tell me why did you agree to the marriage?”

“you agreed so I did, you would be an interesting husband after all, ”I say drawing myself closer to him before being pushed back.

“ if you think so smarty pants. By the way, you should change your pants you have that banana milkshake spilled all over it.”

I frowned rushing inside, he was a thorn on a rose.