So TKW
Section 48
"Yes, Noorah, you misunderstood me" seeing it about to pass, I quickly aligned my steps and then stood in his way.
"please, listen to me, it's not what you see" I hope he understands a little and will listen to me. He's silent. Then I grabbed his hand so that he would be a little confident, but what happened was that he immediately brushed it off.
"That's it,." he chose to go back but a moment later turned towards me "oh, yeah. Your extended family and others told me to call you, sir" he said with a simple look, I immediately followed in his footsteps and grabbed his hand quickly. I held both of his shoulders after he faced me.
"family? who do you mean..?" I scrunched my eyebrows.
"Your wife-to-be...Laila" he said it slowly. But I can still hear.
"No. She'll never be my wife, I swear"
"Obviously they said it.." There was a shiver on his lips as he said it. It seemed like he felt sad to see from the dim light of his eyes reddish, like he was crying.
"Listen Noorah. Whatever will happen later and what you just heard, please believe me" I said convincingly while staring at the sad-looking netra. I don't know what that means. What's clear is that there's something going on down there, in front of my family that Noah knows.
"Yes, please ,Noorah.." intensely, back our gazes locked, getting closer. I almost kissed his forehead, as he just nodded slowly, but then there was a deheman behind me.
Um...!
"No married woman should look at a man who isn't her mahram" Adeeba's voice made me shake off Noah's shoulders. Norah was surprised. Then immediately keep your distance.
Adeeba is not alone, on his side appears Khabeer is staring with a slight smile.as if watching an exciting show.but immediately shut his mouth when his wife glances at him.
And Noorah, I left him in a state of silence, and stared at me. I wanted to turn around and bring him into my arms, but he wouldn't want to. Though his eyes could not lie, he was sad. It was clearly visible in her sad eyes when Laila grabbed my arm this afternoon.
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"So how, Babah. Don't let our child give birth without a husband" the whole room heard her cries echoing. Aminah, Laila's mother was roaring for attention. Babah looked at me. In front of Babah I was helpless. Highlight the sharp eyes as if piercing the feathers of my heart. Whip. But I also do not want to just marry the woman who always appears in the open dress. Although this time wearing pasmina on his head, but did not cover the red hair.
The meeting of these two families seemed endless talking about the accountability I had to do with Laila. Like an endless path, everything again demanded me to immediately justify her being my wife. And during that time I chose silence without even looking at the two-bodied woman making my head more dizzy.
Suddenly the shadow of Noah standing upstairs was crying, as if waving at me to approach him immediately. Makes me move for a moment.
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"This time you have to make Ra'uf's decision. Otherwise don't consider us your family anymore. Please choose" Babah's words stopped me. I stood alone in front of the old men. They all stared at me, including two women who were crying on the arm of Uncle Abdul, he was Ummi.
It was heartless to see the woman who gave birth to me sobbing. I relented. Then say.
"give me some time, Babah" I begged.
"Until tomorrow afternoon" he answered. I swooped then left those who were heard speaking again.
