CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Hello!" I replied with a smile on my face.

Ali and i were at his friend's house. He told me a little about him. His name is Fariq, a Pakistani, married recently, was also present at my wedding with his wife, Salma, an American.

"I'm glad you both made it." Salma said enthusiastically.

"Thanks!" Ali replied, his hand still on mine.

"Bismillah! Come in." Fariq said.

We all went in and took a seat. Ali was sitted close to me. After exchanging some pleasantries, Salma suggested it was time we ate.

I volunteered to help her with the food but she was nice enough to say there was no need.

It was a little embarrassing as Ali led me to the dining room, made me sit and even set the food in front of me. He even thrust the spoon in my hand, and whenever the soup spilled from my mouth, he would use a napkin to wipe it off.

"Take some water." I felt the tip of a glass cup on my lips and i felt heat crept up my face.