Chapter 20

Farah

Today is the day we are going for our honeymoon. To say I’m nervous would be an understatement, Myrah is helping me with the parking even though I insist I will do the parking myself but being the stubborn one she refused.

“You have to pack those two,” she said, holding up a black lacy nightgown.

Subhanallah.

“No, I don’t need them,” I form my lips in a thin line. Glancing at her, she frowned her face indicating she’s not happy with my reply.

“Okay I will take them,” her face immediately turns to smile.

“If you wear this, Jawad will fall hea...” Glaring at her she held her hand up. Putting the remaining clothes inside the trolley, I zip it up taking a look at the big clock placed at the concrete wall.

“I want to see mom before leaving,” I said, taking my hijab and tying it around my head.

“Can I accompany you? The house is boring,” s