She didn’t bother answering him. As he was about to walk past her, he turned back and said,

“I heard something about a blood test. Let me tell you now—nobody has the right to force me to do any test. You better warn them that no one should dare say they want to take my blood, because I swear I will stab the person they send with that needle.”

With that, he walked into his room, leaving her standing there, clueless about what to do.

Deeply worried, Didi said, “Oh God, bring me a solution. Omar’s troubles are too many.”

She heard her phone ringing. When she checked, she saw it was AbdulHamid—she knew he was outside waiting for her. She released a long breath and left the house without taking the call.

She found him in the car. She got in and sat down, exhaling loudly.

He looked at her and saw she was not okay. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

She sighed and said,

“Omar is this close to making my blood pressure rise to the heavens. Look at the kind of trouble he’s pouring on me as if he’s the one I wronged.”

AbdulHamid smiled and said, “Well, of course he’ll be upset. A marriage like this—unexpected, unprepared—he will naturally feel wronged.”

“Now listen to what I’m telling you: he swore by God that he will not go to his bride’s house. And I already knew he wouldn’t grant me two favors in one day. The first was forcing him to speak and accept the marriage in front of her parents. Since he agreed to that, I knew I couldn’t push him again to go to their house today. Maybe later.

And now they’re talking about the premarital blood test. He says I should tell them that if they send someone to take his blood, he’ll stab the person with the needle.”

AbdulHamid burst into laughter.

“Omar is truly something else,” he said.

“That’s funny to you?” Didi asked.

“Of course it is. But what will you do now? He should have gone to his bride’s house since he has already accepted the marriage.”

“He said she isn’t the one who should follow him—it’s him who should go to her. And since that isn’t happening, no one is going.”

AbdulHamid smiled and said,

“Well, this bride has really met her match. A husband with a temper and stubbornness like Omar—living with him requires serious patience. And with the way this marriage happened, he feels like she was just handed to him as charity. All we can do is…” (sentence cuts off)