*720 hours later, Afrah had drawn up a schedule which detailed every single detail of how Adnan spent his day. 4:50am - Wakes up from sleep. 4:55am - Slides off the bed after staring at the wall for five minutes straight. 5:00am - Sneaks into Afrah's room and wakes her up for Fajr. 5:00:44am - Kisses Afrah on the forehead. 5:10am - Prays Fajr with Afrah behind him. 5:20am - Showers and gets ready for work.5:30am - Sits on the balcony and reads until the sun rises. 6:30am - Has breakfast with Afrah while holding her hand 7:00am - Stands on porch and kisses Afrah on the forehead again. Waves goodbye before leaving. 1:00pm - Calls Afrah to ask what she's up to. 4:00pm - Calls Afrah to ask if she wants him to get anything on his way back. 4:01pm - Asks if she's sure she doesn't want anything. 5:30pm - Drives into the house. 5:31pm - Opens the front door, says "Assalamu alaikum" before yelling "Marco!" 5:31:23pm - Smiles when Afrah replies "Polo!"5:32pm - Follows the sound
*Afrah almost moved into the new painting room. Almost. If it weren't for the fact that it was too far away from Adnan's room, she would have done so. But for now, her choice of where to sleep remained unchanged. Most days however, she would sit in the room, occasionally staring at the backyard for hours on end. It soon became her dining room/study/sanctuary. She had brought a few books into the room, and she read them usually with a cup of coffee beside her and a bowl of noodles. The view was great, and Adnan had started a small garden beside the wall, where he kept several potted plants whose names Afrah didn't know. He watered them everyday before leaving for work, and he instructed Aliyu - the new security guard they'd hired - to water them in the afternoons. Mostly though, Afrah stared at the blank canvases and the paint brushes. The first day after Adnan showed her the room, she had spent hours running her fingers over the brushes and smiling like a little girl. She picked
*They left on a Sunday, buoyant smiles on their faces and fingers interlaced throughout. Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport was fairly busy that day, and in the sea of ordinary humans, the two were soon lost. With the prospect of over twenty hours together, the journey seemed like it would be an aggravating one. But they enjoyed each other's company, and they had a four-hour layover in Istanbul so at least they wouldn't be crammed in the plane too long. "It's going to be cold in New York this time of year," Adnan told her the night before. "Keep a sweater at hand."Their packing had been minimal. Seeing as they would be spending the next few weeks traveling all around the world, it didn't make sense to pack so many clothes. Besides, the climates were much different and what might be perfect for one would become absolutely horrendous for another. Imagine wearing a coat in the Mediterranean. They would buy their clothes along the way. The decision had been made unanimously. Th
*Their suite was on the fifth floor, with a large living area and a small bar off to the right. The sight baffled Afrah, until a closer look revealed that all the drinks were nonalcoholic. Adnan had called ahead to request that the room be 'sanitized'. Their room was airier than Afrah had imagined it would be. It was off in the hallway to the left, with tall windows which afforded an alluring view of 57th street below. The bed was king-sized, gigantic and right in the middle of the room. There was a private terrace, with an indoor jacuzzi, an en-suite bathroom and a plush grey rug which covered the length of the room. A faint scent of pine hung over the room, its source untraceable. "That is the most beautiful sight in all of existence," Adnan sighed behind her."I know you're not talking about me," she laughed. "Would you please move?" He playfully shoved her aside. "You're blocking the love of my life."Afrah clutched her sight, laughing at the sight of Adnan as he ran into the
*They headed to the McDonald's on 3rd Avenue, just two blocks away. Adnan ordered a 'Double Pounder with Cheese Deluxe', while Afrah ordered the 'Quarter Pounder'. They also got 'Hot Caramel Sundaes' to go with the burgers, and a side of fries. "You should have gone for a 'Big Mac'," he said, eyeing her 'Quarter Pounder' with a look of disdain. "Don't trash-talk my burger," Afrah said as she took a bite. "You and I have very different stomachs."Adnan turned his nose up as he took a bite from his own burger. "Anyway," he said, "I was hoping we could take a tour of Fifth Avenue today. If there's still time, we can head over to Central Park afterwards. We can go to the zoo, the lake, or Strawberry Fields. I'm sure you'd love them.""What about Chris?" Afrah raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her irritation at the thought of him butting in on their honeymoon. "Don't worry about him," Adnan waved dismissively. "We'll be done with him in a short while. Then you and I can spend the entir
*Afrah had never been a nag.Throughout her childhood, she'd seen her mother constantly become the stereotypical nagging housewife. There was always something to complain about. It was either the fact that their father came home an hour too late, or he had forgotten to buy something she'd told him about in the past. Sometimes she even nagged over trivial matters, like the way their father chewed his food, or the way he couldn't seem to drink water silently. Either way, she had witnessed firsthand just how much her mother's nagging had ruined her relationship with their father, effectively pushing him away and putting a damp on their marriage. She had sworn an oath one day, in the confines of her bedroom, that she would never become a wife that nagged. No matter how bad things got, or how awful she felt, she would never complain about something indirectly rather than confronting the problem head-on. She had always been proud of that particular decision, and throughout the years, she'
*As suspected, Afrah had returned to the hotel. Relief swept over Adnan when he called the front desk and found out that she had arrived just over an hour after she left him - abandoned, rather - on the street. Before heading back, he googled 'How to appease an angry wife'. One can never be too sure, especially when it came to women. If indeed Afrah had spoken to Chris about what he thought they had spoken about, then he was definitely in deep trouble. As the cab took him back to the hotel, Adnan stared out the window solemnly, wondering if he wasn't re-enacting a scene from a sloppy romance movie Afrah had made him watch. Any minute now, the background noise would fade out, to be replaced by a sad and slow tune, most likely Alan Walker. The subtitles would probably show '(Sombre music playing)' at this point, and he'd be forced to lean his head against the glass and watch the streets of New York zipping past, random strangers hurrying about their business without paying any atten
*The next morning was spent in the confines of their suite. Adnan called for room service, and breakfast was a stately affair of omelettes, oatmeal, garlic bread with hummus and strawberry-flavored tea. They ate on the terrace, their silence occasionally broken by the clink of cutlery on ceramic. Below, the ever-constant turmoil of a thousand cars, buses and dreaded cyclists rumbling past reminded them that sooner or later, they would have to dive into the chaos at well. Afterwards, the remainder of the morning was spent touring the Upper-East side. Still looking to appease, Adnan took her to every jewelry store in the vicinity. Tiffany and Co. was their first stop, then they swept over to The Crown Building for a pitstop at Bvlgari, lingering just long enough for Afrah to choose a pair of diamond earrings. They crossed over to Trump Tower, where Adnan insisted on taking Afrah's picture before they headed into the Ice Cream Parlor. They popped into Gucci afterwards, where Afrah got