Clueless Love

2 MONTHS LATER

It’s been two months since everything happened and life has been good. Fatima and Udar are married now, and I couldn’t be happier for them. Fatima has started her own company, and she is doing well. I am so happy for my best friend. Udar supported her all the way, and they are both happy together.

Emma and Austin are also doing fine. Everything is working out well for them and Emma has adjusted well into her family’s business, which is also growing. Austin helped Emma through her transition as CEO, and they are happier than ever. I am so happy that my friends are all doing well and have found their own happiness.

I have opened my own company and Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) I am doing well. Ismail has been amazing these past two months. He visits me in my new office every spare moment he has. Ismail made sure my office was not far from his, so he bought the building my office is in, just a few blocks away from his. He wanted me so close to him that, unbeknown to me, he made himself a shareholder of my company. I stopped accepting help from him, as he had already introduced me to the three investors now invested in my company. I did not know Ismail had a plan of his own.

At the beginning of this month, Ismail became a secret investor in my company. It was yesterday while we were having a board meeting that he came and introduced himself as the secret investor. At first, I was angry because he did it behind my back and I feel like he won’t allow me to grow on my own. But he explained that he couldn’t sit back and have the amount of money he has, and not help me grow the company I desire. He said he wants to see my dreams come true, and he wants to help me all the way. I love that man so much.

He showers me with so many gifts. There is not a time he comes empty-handed when he visits me at the office, or at the house, he always brings something. If it’s not a new novel or one of my favorite desserts, it’s a flower I like. He practically gets me anything he sees and thinks I would like on his way over. I had to tell him that if he did not stop, I would use one of the gifts to break his head. After I said that, he stopped buying me gifts every day. I love that man, and I won’t lie, there are times we fight. But like normal human beings, we resolve our issues and continue with life. My life is full of bliss, and it’s because of Ismail. I am also house shopping. I plan to move out of Waheeda and Aazim’s place by the end of the month. In Shaa Allah.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I am currently getting ready to go over to Ismail’s place. He said I should come urgently, that he really needs my help with something. I pray Ishaa (Night) prayer and change my outfit from a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt to a pair of faded blue jeans and a white sweater. I am not dressing up too much because it’s just Ismail’s house I am going to.

I walk downstairs, and I lock all the doors because there is no-one around. I wonder where they went. I walk into the garage and get into my car to be on my way.

When I arrive at Ismail’s house after driving for a while, I see Waheeda standing in front of Ismail’s gate. What is she doing outside? Maybe she and Aazim came to visit him with the kids. I drive over to where Waheeda is standing, and now I see that she is holding a few red roses in her hands. Maybe she got them for Aazim.

“Umit, how are you doing? Could you park outside? The main gate is being fixed,” Waheeda says once I roll down my window.

“I am fine, and sure I can park outside,” I answer, driving over to the side to park. I park my car and walk over to where Waheeda is standing.

“These are for you,” Waheeda says smiling while handing me four roses.

“Awww thank you, sis,” I smile, but I am a little confused as to why Waheeda would buy me roses.

“You should not thank me, you should thank the person who got them for you,” Waheeda tells me. If she didn’t get me the flowers who did then?

“Who got them for me?” I ask admiring the beautiful roses. They are my favorite.

“You will find out inside,” Waheeda smugly, looking a little excited.

“Alright,” I say, walking towards the gate, wondering what is going on. I walk towards the small gate, but once I open it, I stop in my tracks.

What is really going on? There are candles lined up, making a pathway to the back of the house. They have rose petals around them. The house is dark so you can only see the candles. It is so beautiful, but I am so confused right now. I don’t understand what is going on.

I begin walking down the path, and that’s when I see Fatima. What is she doing here too? What is going on?

“Fatima, what are you doing here?” I ask once I get to where she is. Like Waheeda, she is holding a few roses, but this time they are black. My second favorite flowers, black roses.

“I can’t tell you that, but you will see soon. These are for you,” she says, smiling and looking as excited as Waheeda is. She hands me three black roses.

“Okay!” I say walking forward, curious to find out what lays ahead of me. These flowers are so beautiful. I have a good idea who got them for me.

I lift my head from admiring my flowers, and I see Emma at the entrance of the garden. If she is also here, then there is definitely something going on that only I don’t know about.

“You also here? What is going on?” I ask getting excited to find out what’s going on because I can feel it’s something good.

“I am so happy for you. These are for you,” Emma says with the same expression as Fatima and Waheeda. She looks super happy about something going on tonight. She hands me five red roses.

“I really need to find out what’s going on, that you guys won’t tell me,” I say walking into the garden, happy I am finally going to find out what is going on.

I follow the candle path until it stops in the middle of the garden. Once I stop, the whole garden lights up with red and black roses everywhere.

“Oh My God, Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah) it’s so beautiful.” The place looks so gorgeous it brings tears to my eyes. I turn around and everywhere I look is beautiful. Why did Ismail do this to his garden? Is this one of his gifts, because if it is, I have to say it’s the best one so far.

“Umit,” I hear Ismail’s voice say from behind me. I turn to see Ismail standing with two black roses in his hands.

“Umit, I got these for you,” Ismail says handing me two black roses.

“Thank you, and I should have known from the beginning that it was you that got them for me. I love them. They are lovely, and so is the garden. Ismail this is beautiful, this is one of the best gifts you have ever given to me. I love it. I love it so much.”

“I am happy you love it, and Umit I want to ask you something,” Ismail says, sounding nervous. Why is he nervous? I love the garden already so what could he be nervous about.

“I am listening, Ismail,” I am curious to find out what is making him nervous. I hear something go off to the side of me, and what I see brings tears of joy to my eyes. Written with red and black roses are the words ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME’. Oh My God, Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah) is this really happening right now. I can’t believe I did not think of this when I first walked in. I am so happy right now words can’t even describe it. I have dreamt of this day happening more than anything else. I also understand why they gave me a particular number of flowers each. Waheeda gave me four flowers, which means ‘will’. Fatima gave me three flowers, which means ‘you’. Emma gave me five flowers, which means ‘marry’. Ismail had the last words and flowers, two words, meaning ‘me’. Wow, I would have never guessed that until now, Ismail is so amazing.

While I am in tears, Ismail goes down on one knee with a ring box in his hands. It’s like a switch button for more tears to fall.

“Umit, the love of my life, my everything, the woman of my heart, my one and only. Umit, I know we might not have started on the right foot, but it does not change what I feel for you. You are the piece that makes me whole. You complete me and make me a better person every day. Seeing you every day is Allah’s blessing to me. Allah has blessed me with an amazing woman like you. That’s why I am praying you will do me the honor and accept my humble request to be with me forever. Umit Isa, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Ismail asks with tears in his eyes. I can’t even form words right now, so I just nod my head, feeling like the happiest woman today.

“Y-EES-SSS,” I breathe out, finally able to form a word.

“I love you, Umit,” Ismail says, putting the ring onto my finger. And you won’t believe which ring it is. It is the same black diamond rose gold ring I told Ismail I would want for an engagement ring when we were in Europe. I can’t believe I was talking to the man who was going to propose to me. Things do always turn out for the best.

“I love you too,” I say smiling, about to burst with joy. I am so happy right now. I am finally going to be with the one I love.