SOMEONE FROM THE PAST.
"Get dressed, mami. We'll stroll around the estate today. Greet my parents and then get some chocolates." Zayn said to Nana who was watching him as he comb and straighten his hair. She never gets tired of looking and touching his hair. She touched his hair at any giving opportunity and he doesn't know since he's sleeping all the time. Or so she thought.
"Yay!" Her eyes lit up when his words register in her mind. She was busy looking at the beautiful specie to even hear his words. Thank goodness she caught his words or she'd never hear the end of it.
"Stop shouting like a bairn! Now get dressed, I hate tardiness you know." Zayn settle on the white couch that's sitting at the other end of the room to wait for her.
"I don't know." She sassily replied before pacing to the closet to get dressed. If she talks to him, they'll keep bickering l
HIS WORDS OUT.Zayn could see from the side of his eyes as his wife kept fidgeting on her seat at the passenger's side. She's itching to ask questions and trying to hide from her previous action which he very much liked. Her innocence is back with full force even before they left the place and that is just intriguing him to her every time. She's just full of do many things but she didn't let herself get too comfortable. He needs to change that, and that too soon. First, she'll ask him so many questions as soon as they settle in the house, he'll make sure she asks him. He's not ready to answer the answers I details but he wants her to ask him that will show how much she cared.You can't just see someone calling your husband baby and won't get jealous about it."Stop fidgeting." He rolled his eyes at her when she shot a glare at him. His feisty wife is back and he's welcoming her with open arms.<
HIS PAST."That girl was my wife." Even though Nana wanted nothing to do more than keep quite and listen more closely and reckfully, she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her mouth. That proved that she's in autopilot. That filthy woman was his wife? Why the heck did he marry her and why is she sounding so jealous herself? Well, she's his wife after all. She has all the rights to do that."She wasn't like this before or so I thought." He answered her unquestioned question but that didn't stop the jealousy from consuming her being. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" He chuckled when she frowned, she looks very cute but he wants to see her smile, so he trace his hand to smoothen the furrow around her brow and then draw a smile with his index and thumb fingers he continued when the smile didn't move.For some odd and unbeknownst reasons to him, he wants to tel
GETTING DRESSED.After doing her morning routine -bathing, washing hair, brushing, drying her hair, wearing on a mustard light dress, with ruched waistband and crossover detail at the bust, she put on bakhoor, gab-gab, sandalwood and al khanjaar everywhere in the house and then walk into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them. Not knowing how to cook, Nana halted at frying Irish potatoes, sausage, samosa and egg sauce for them. She set everything in a different medium size cute warmers after she was done, before orchestrating the dining table. "What do we have here?" She heard her husband's deep voice from behind her and that surprisingly brought a huge smile to her face."Breakfast, I cooked!" She beamed, forgetting that he didn't kno
LUNCHEON.As soon as she set her feet on the red carpeted floor, the aircon hit her face making her shiver a little before adjusting to it. Zayn noticed that and remove his hand from her waist to wrap it around her shoulder, gently tucking her into him. Weird but she's liking the heat his body radiates. She lean into him also, blushing when he crane his neck down to look at her. She's getting so comfortable with him and that's what makes his day bright and hopes nothing will ruin their time together. Just more prayers that he gets to make her more comfortable and she should learn to love him. She's already over her meticulous self, so he'll start trying the other side."You always take my breath when I look at you." He whispered to her as they continue to walk on the endless red carpet. The sincerity is clear as a day in his voice that she almost melted."Cheesy!" She teased,
POEMS.Zayn messaged his sisters immediately before rushing to the car, tugging his wife by his side, the sun is about to set. He sent a quick message to Mashhub also before starting the car and straight to the hospital. He kept mumbling any du'a that comes to the tip of his tongue, underneath his breath as he looks restless and sad. This can't be happening, his father should not keep suffering for something that isn't his fault. He should better stop with the worries before it ends his life sometime, it's getting too much and now it's affecting their mother and them.Zayn knew that his father is thinking about his deceased sister who died in a car accident. She was on her way to their house when it happened and he thought it was because he pressured her to visit them that it happened. He thought that if he hadn't pressure her that time, she would've been in the hotel room she's staying at and nothing would've happe
HAIR.Nana hissed underneath her breath when the dove hijab she's tying around her head didn't sit and she has been doing the same thing for almost ten minutes which she normally does in a minute or two. She has been putting pins around the thing but it isn't budging and it's getting really on her nerve. She glared at the veil from the mirror whilst looking at the outfit she's wearing today -cotton blend colour block stripe maxi dress- to go to the hospital as she insist on going with Zayn.She can see that he's trying his very best not to break with all the stress drowning on him. She can't afford to leave him alone when he needs her even though he's not saying it, she can see it. He's trying to leave alone to the hospital knowing fully well that he's going to meet the doctor himself and will likely hear what he doesn't want to but he's still acting strong whilst he's anything but strong. She's mentally saluting hi
KISS.After the little comfort hug Nana gave Zayn, they both went back to the private room not before filling the paper the doctor gave him. Alhaji Khattab was discharged immediately and Zayn said he'll drop Nana at her home before he went back to his father and meet up with Mashhub to talk about something -as Mashhub insisted. Nana wasn't really happy about the whole arrangement but she kept mum. He's doing it for her but she wanted to stay with him and share some of his grief. Her husband can be very hard headed sometimes and he's trying to leave everything to his sisters and go enjoy himself with his best friend.Currently, Zayn is driving them to her house with Qur'an playing softly in the background. Zayn as usual, didn't let her hand go even after much attempts from her that she wants to adjust her hijab. He'll send an innocent look her way before continuing to drive. She narrowed her eyes at him but still kep
SURVIVING.She can't seem to get what her sisters are saying. Her mind is somewhere faraway from them and they kept bringing her back to them. She wants to explore the kiss more so she closed her eyes and think of the kiss more closely and keenly. She can't afford to be the one following the lead all the time, she should learn how to do it as she knew they'll be a lot in future. Her husband is the romantic type of guy from what she could see but darn it, she's not at all kvetching.She thought it'll be very cliché for a husband to always be wrapping his arms around his wife's waist but when the situation yawed back to her, she could see that sometimes they're just not able to suppress themselves. She's seen her brother doing it to his wife and thought of it as cliché stuff but now that she also likes the feeling of having her husband around her, she knew the feeling and want to spend all her time relishing it