Chapter

Nabil

Another morning came by in a blur. Today is the day I'm starting my mission, I was dressing up as per Papa order when my annoying but lovely sister decided to grace herself into my room.

"Good morning-"

"Wow, brother have you change your way of dressing?" She said not completing the greeting she started. I turned around after I'm done applying the hair lotion to my black silk hair.

"How do I look?" I spoke up. Fa'iza is the best in fashion. She knows when something is off and not. She scrunches her face in thinking.

"Nah brother, you look like someone who is going to the village. What're these dirty clothes? Totally not your type" she blabbered inspecting my dressing. Fa'iza doesn't know about all our plans, it's better if we don't involve her in it.

"Yes, I'm going to the village. Now go to school if you don't want to be late" I said changing the topic. I'm glad she didn't ask any more question.

"Are you going to marry a village girl. After all the matching making I'm trying to do with one of my classmates. Do you know her name is Nabila. Nabil and Nabila perfect match" she blabbered. I stuffed my hands inside the pocket watching my sister go on and on about hooking me up with her classmates.

"So you used my phone yesterday just to matchmake me with the small friends of yours" she pouted.

"This one is not. Well she's not my friend but kind of my friend's friend and she's 23"

"You this girl ko. Now don't spoil my mood this early morning just go to school" I ushered waving her off with my hands.

"Sure brother but expect a call from... You know..." She trailed off with a wink, shutting the door. I shake my head at her silliness. How I wish she would understand I'm not in the mood of dating anyone at the moment. I have important things to do. And this is my first step. Checking my reflection one last time in the mirror. Gosh, I hate this. I look like a total village man. Dressed in an oversized T-shirt with almost faded blue jeans that reached down the knee. My once fair and shiny face which I'm feeling myself with now turns to a bit dark and pale as if someone who woke up from the hospital. I laughed at my own silly joke.

Talking my phone and the piece of paper underneath, I made my way downstairs. Papa was already waiting for me at his usual seat.

"Good morning Papa" I greeted. The man watches me from head to toe with a pleased look on his face.

"Morning Papa's boy. I can see you're ready" he stated.

"Yes Papa"

"Alright remember all that we spoke about last night. This is your first step" he ushered patting my shoulder.

"Insha Allah"