He loved her so much.
She loved him even more.
But all of a sudden she couldn't remember all the love they both shared.
Only time can tell if the Forgotten love would come back.
**
He was dark chocolate in complexion his eyes where red and he smelt...
"Sorry I took so long. Ilham saw one of her auntie's so we were talking to her." Ihsan tells Abdullah who's mind was somewhere far from here. She noticed his absent mindedness, lightly tapping him on his shoulder.
"Abdullah." She called the third time and his head turned to her. "Sorry. You were saying?."
"Ah. Never mind. The food is coming-"
"I think we should go." His brows knotted but he wasn't angry.
"B-but we barely spent thirty minutes, And we haven't eaten." Ihsan pouted, placing a hand on Abdullah's thigh she was enjoying her time here she didn't want to leave.
He looks down at her hand on his white kaftan then his wrist watch seeing a minute to 9pm. "9:30?" He asked her, she looks down at her phone tapping on her screen she sees they had thirty more minutes, she smiles nodding.
"I have to go greet my Uncle, Mr Tambula." Mr Tambula was Abdullah's uncle's friend but Mr Tambula's wife Hadiza was his aunt from his father's side making the bride his cousin. His family was very large especially his father's side of the family. Abdullah was related to almost every elite family one way or another.
"Can i come?" She asked almost getting up.
"I feel it's best you seat, not everyone knows of your Amnesia." Ihsan knew almost all the people because of her social lifestyle but since she doesn't remember if would be tough trying to explain to everyone she doesn't remember who they were. He even thought making brining her here was probably a bad idea.
He stands leaving her and Ilham to there chit chat. He noticed how Ilham kept staring every time but decides to wave it off. Maybe she liked the kaftan or something.
As he walks to Mr Tambula’s table lots and lots of people turned to his direction others tapped those who didn't notice to see. Some stared because they knew he was a rich man whilst others only gawked at a very handsome man.
"Assalamualaikum. Uncle Congratulations." Abdullah spoke as his uncle's friend grinned raising to his feet.
"I didn't know you would come Mr Abdullah."
"It was my pleasure." They both shook hands. "Ah Mr photographer please take a picture of me and my son." A man with a camera around his neck rushed to take picture. Whilst some at the table took there phones out and took them. One after the other people joined the photograph until Mr Tambula had enough. And Abdullah's smile came falling down.
"Thank you for Coming. Abdullah." Abdullah Before he returned he met other family member which he stopped to greet before finally returning to his table which was now full. They had shared food now so they were all digging in. A waiter asked for his order but he shook his head. He wasn't hungry, He ate a slice of bread before coming.
He was doing all sort of stuff just to forget his meeting with Sau. For some odd reason he searched the room for her but found her seated one a table not too far from him sipping from her cup.
The bride and groom came down from there seats having there first dance, making Abdullah recall when he had his first dance with Ihsan.
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