When I was 5, Father bought me and Khalid 2 movies, mine had to do with something about princesses, and Khalid got a Lion King movie. While mine remained perfectly sealed, I watched Lion King almost twice daily. Khalid even gave me the tape just to stop bothering him.
My favorite part was how Kovu and Ciara met after he was exiled from the pride. "Love will find a way" and they depended on love and their natural instincts to find each other. Ciara stepped away from her family fought literal war, just so that her father would accept Kovu to be with her.
That movie had a great impact on me, I promised myself that if it was real love, it truly will find a way. That promise made it so easy on me.
When it came to love, I never took the matter into my own hands. I believed in love at first sight, I believed love existed, but here I knew it, arranged marriage was only fate.
No one ever met before getting married here, and girls who have tried dating never got married. It set shame upon a family for that to happen! Even though the younger generation take it much more lightly.
Fact was, I had my own Kovu, we were both still holding on, both against dating, I really did hold on to believing that love will find a way. In some twisted way, it did..
Kovu was that one person, who had been connected to me, mind and soul. I never spoke a word to him, yet I knew everything I needed to know.
After countless praying, in hopes of God protecting dear Kovu from harm, God taught me all I ever wished to know about him without a word being spoken.
The relationship was.. Visionary? Since all I had to do was look into his eyes, and I saw everything he had to say in 2 seconds. Those 2 seconds built an entire conversation, the rest was left to our imagination.
A relationship like that was beautiful, our imagination left us saying all we expected to say to each other. No arguments or fights, no problems, no shame to be set upon both families.
Every school day was such a delight to wake up to, knowing that on my way to class, he will be, as always sitting on the bench, either having breakfast, studying, or wearing his socks after his driver had gotten upset that he did not wear his shoes before leaving the house.
I've always called him kovu, the first reason is to drag anyone far away from his real name, second was it was a cover up story, so I can say that I admire the character, the type that would fight for the one he loves.
And that was my Kovu..
That's why I didn't care about what Saif had to say to me, I just threw my phone on the bed and went to the living room. I saw Khalid sitting there, he seemed lazy, like he just had lunch. I went and sat beside him, then gave him a big hug.
Khalid was a very calm guy, never in anyone's business, and never did he talk much.
Khalid: what's up with you!?
Me: I haven't seen my father since so long, I missed him!
Khalid: I just had my lunch, I warn you! I'd burp at any moment
Me: Khaaaliiiiiddd!!
Khalid: I'm just kidding!
And he gave me the biggest hug <3
Me: May God be with your wife, you kill any kind of romance.
I thought out loud by mistake, killing the moment.
Khalid: Wait, what?
Me: What? Nothing! I said nothing.
Khalid: Mother told you?
Me: Told me what?
Khalid: What? Nothing! I said nothing.
Unfair!!! That was my move, & what did mother not tell me!? As I wondered, he got up and went to his room. What was that all about!?
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