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“I hope it goes well,” I mumble, standing beside Zahir, watching my family members leave.

Under the sky that is veiled with darkness and diamonds that keep kissing it, I watch our family members leave us for an urgent matter that calls their presence. They wave at us one more time, smiling softly.

However, Zahir is still with me.

It is only a family function they need to attend, yet very important from their perspective. They invited Zahir and me, too and we reasoned that we would be there on the very day of the celebration, because we were invited fifteen days before the grand celebration of the union in another town by my father-in-law's brother's family.

Dad told us that it was his brother's, youngest daughter's marriage.

I was excited to go with them but Zahir, as grumpy as he is, refused to go with them. He said, ‘Dad, I have work.’ Like we do not know, ha?

Then Dad said, ‘Am I unaware of this?’

Then Zahir said in a monotonous tone, ‘Of course, you are not,