Semua Bab Fate: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Another day of work and extreme body pain, my back hurts really bad and I know that won’t be a good enough excuse to take a leave from work. I’m already leaving for a week because of the trial, I just hope Nadia doesn’t replace us after we leave, well Nadia won’t but if the boss finds out he might. I stretched my arms before I let out a loud yawn."Today is gonna be a tough day" I groaned.I throw the covers off me, rubbed my eyes, and stretched to the chest of my drawers to take out my work clothes.Once I took them out I realized there were unpressed and had a lot of wrinkles on them. I sometimes wish the fabric doesn’t require ironing. I took the clothes and placed them on the floor, I grabbed a damp towel and placed it on top of the cloth, I pressed down the towel and smoothed it out with my hands. I repeatedly continued until the wrinkles lessened.I learned this method when I was fourteen years old, I had no choice but to learn it because my stepmom refused to buy an iron presse

I was tangled in the sheets and blankets, laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lifted my elbow slightly, the pillow tumbled over. My eyes were squinted as the sun shine through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on the mattress. I slowly turned over to my back, my arm reaching over to rest over my eyes. My alarm started going off making me basically wanna run mad. I felt more drained and exhausted as I reach for the phone and turned it off. I seriously should be sleeping right now. I let out a yawn stretching my arms, I pulled the blanket off my body. Letting the longest yawn, I walked into the bathroom. Starting a quick shower and then went to brush my teeth. I looked at my reflection, my eyes looked drained making it obvious that I didn’t have enough sleep.Once I was done, I wore my clothes and head out of the room. I’m mentally and physically exhausted. As I walked towards the kitchen I saw Noor sited on the living room couch.Why is she up early

Am I the only one that thinks choosing an outfit is stressful maybe it’s because I don’t have many clothes and almost all my clothes or should I say all my clothes aren’t up to Rayan’s family standard? I really care about what I wear but when I told Amal about it, she got into my head, as usual, she said and I quote, "It’s a big day for you Afraah, just as much as it’s a big day for Rayan’s uncle, you have to look your best." But to be honest, I don’t understand what she meant by that. It took me almost thirty minutes to select an outfit and all I got is a black abaya which I owned since high school, I’m not even sure if it still fits me. I held the cloth, sizing it on my body, it looks a bit small to me. I kept it down on the chair, still wondering what to wear, Rayan will be here in two hours and I haven’t thought of the cloth to wear, this is seriously stressful. With a ring on my phone, I checked it and Amal’s name and photo flashed across the screen."Hello," I said almost immed

Once I left Khalil’s room, I ran into Noor, she glared at me, starting from my head down to my toe."Did you do makeup and who’s cloth are you wearing?" She asked "None of your business." I rolled my eyes "Whose outfit is that!" She yelled Noor loves to yell, there isn’t a day she doesn’t yell "If you must know, it’s Amal’s outfit." I responded "I thought I was clear when I said I don’t want that girl in my house!"Her house! Is she drunk or what? "Amal is my friend and as far as I live here, she can come to visit anytime." "This is not_""My house!" I completed the sentence "I think you have said that more than a thousand times." I let out a short breath"Where are you going by the way." She asked; her voice filled with hatred and anger I ignored her question, and walking away from her she grabbed my hand. I just don’t seem to understand her, she tells me that she doesn’t want me to touch her and now she’s the one willingly holding my hand."Let go of my hand," I said "Where a

Once we arrived at Rayan’s house, he parked the car and walked towards the door, as the door opened, it revealed a lavish, well-decorated living room. There were a few people there, all were wealthy if not beyond. Everything and everywhere was beautifully decorated, I’m not exaggerating but even the waiters and waitresses smelled money. When Rayan talked about his uncle’s wedding reception, I thought it is going to be a simple but classy reception but what I’m seeing right now is beyond. I kinda feel like I don’t belong there, everyone here screams money and I just look like I don’t belong here.Rayan look at me, and he gave me a warm smile, it was like he noticed how tense I was. I smiled back and let out a breath. Whether I belong here or not, it doesn’t matter what matters is that I am here. Walking into the living room the first person we approached is a man that had a broad smile on his face "You made it! I’m so happy." He said Is he talking to me? "You look, great dear." He s