“Ooh, look at you, married woman,” teased a woman in a peach lace dress as she approached Inaya.
“Hehe, hurry up and catch up with me, La.”
“Ah, I still want to be free,” replied the beautiful girl who was none other than Inaya’s best friend, Laila.
“What, is getting married like going to prison?”
“Well, not literally prison. But there are a lot of rules, hehe.”
Inaya could only shake her head at her freedom-loving friend’s answer. Laila had been Inaya’s best friend since childhood.
“Ina, even though you’re married now, don’t ever forget me, okay?” Laila said sadly.
“What are you talking about, La? There’s no way I’d forget you.”
“Usually, once people get married, they immediately get busy with their personal lives,” Laila argued, unwilling to accept it.
“La, whether I get married or not, you’re still my best friend. So don’t hesitate to talk to me whenever you need to vent,” Inaya replied, reassuring her closest friend.
Laila hugged Inaya tightly. She loved Inaya like a biological sister. Her eyes grew teary as she said goodbye to her friend. It was so hard to accept that Inaya had to leave her behind and follow the man she had chosen.
“Don’t cry...!” Inaya patted Laila’s back as she began sobbing, trying to hold back her tears.
Without warning, clear tears also gathered in the corners of Inaya’s eyes. Her chest felt tight at the thought of leaving her childhood best friend.
Alfiq yawned, fighting off sleep as he watched the sappy scene between his wife and—well, some woman he didn’t know. His eyes searched for the loudspeaker. He wanted to shout for all the guests to leave the reception immediately. He was exhausted and fed up. The wedding preparations had drained him, and the reception only made Alfiq grumble irritably.
“Fiq, why aren’t you keeping Ina company?” asked a middle-aged man, snapping Alfiq one hundred percent awake.
“Ina needs some time with her friend, Abah,” Alfiq answered carelessly. He was only making excuses.
“Get back over there. Didn’t Abah tell you that when you have a wife, you’re supposed to take good care of her?”
Alfiq gave a hollow smile and reluctantly walked over to Inaya, who was stretched out on the sofa.
“Move over. I’m tired too, not just you,” Alfiq complained, giving Inaya a cold look.
Inaya immediately shifted over so Alfiq could sit beside her.
Inaya stole a glance at the man next to her. Her heart reacted once again. Alfiq really was handsome from every angle.
“What are you looking at?!”
“There’s something dirty on Sir’s cheek.”
Alfiq immediately rubbed both cheeks at once. He didn’t particularly care which cheek had dirt on it.
“It’s still there,” Inaya added, still watching her husband.
“Oh, yeah?” Alfiq began to panic.
“It’s on Sir’s left cheek.”
Alfiq stared blankly at Inaya, who was messing with him. Can a husband throw his wife away? he thought.
“This is a mole, a birthmark. It’s not dirt!”
Inaya grinned at Alfiq as he struggled to hold back his anger. She truly hadn’t known that Alfiq had a mole on his left cheek. What a sweet little birthmark.
“Sorry, Sir.”
The way Inaya addressed him made Alfiq put his hands on his hips in even greater exasperation. He was still young enough not to be called Sir. He was also far too handsome to be considered a father of one.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not your father, kid!”
Inaya scolded herself for still not being used to the presence of the man who was now officially her husband. She was still accustomed to calling Alfiq Sir, just as she often did when addressing the male teachers at school.