"...I've been on my own for long enough
Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe..."

The Weeknd--- Blinding Lights

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Muhammad was in deep thought as he went about his rounds, Ummul Khair was with him and she noticed how distant he seemed. She'd tried cheering him and getting him into a conversation but he'd either given her one word reply or dutifully snubbed her.

Unable to hold it in anymore, she finally asked, "what's wrong with you?"

Without glancing at her as he scribbled on his pad, Muhammad asked, "how?"

Ummul Khair huffed in annoyance. "You know how. You're grumpy and quiet and you have that look on your face."

"What look?" He asked looking up at her questioningly.

"I hate the world and everyone in it kind of look."

"Very funny." He grumbled and began to walk away from her but she quickly caught up with him.

"Is it your wife again?"

"No."

"Your wife it is then. Tell me, what'd she do this time? That she hasn't done before of course."

He murmured something inaudible as he increased his strides.

"What was that?" Ummul Khair asked practically running to match his stride.

He paused and held her by the shoulder. "I appreciate your concern but it's none of your business, that was what I said." And he continued on his way back to his office leaving her staring behind him.

She was tired of chasing him around, he was too stubborn and too in love with his stupid wife.

"I wouldn't be interested in him if she even cares about him." Ummul Khair murmured with a roll of eyes. She cursed  fate for letting Amirah and Muhammad cross paths, no one deserved to suffer in love.
Love was meant to make your smile broader, make your days brighter and make you generally happier not make you suffer as Muhammad was. She promised she'll get him for herself and show him what he was missing by being with that woman, it was a promise!

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"The best husband in the world coming through with pasta, chicken wings and ice cream." Muhammad announced stepping into Amirah's room. Her room was how he'd seen it this morning and if not for the fact that she'd changed out of her pyjamas from earlier into a blue one, he'd have said she'd not left this bed today.

His smile dropped a little as she didn't even turn to acknowledge his presence, she was staring up at the ceiling absentmindedly. Muhammad dropped the package on the table and climbed on her bed next to her.

"Hey." He said softly and she flinched before turning to stare at him wide eyed.

"When did you get here?" She asked confusion written all over her face.

He smiled sheepishly. "You were thinking of me so what choice did I have than to appear by your side, that's among one of my qualities that makes me the best husband alive."

She rolled her eyes and then turned away from him murmuring to herself about his self appreciating ass.

"Day four of not going out of your room, how does it feel?"

"Leave me alone." She grumbled.

"And I'm guessing you didn't go for your session today, right?"

She refused to answer him, Tara had called him to ask about Amirah and he'd told her she was fine because what else could he say? He didn't know anything else, she'd been in her room since Monday and he still was shocked that she didn't lock the door and keep him out.

"Time to eat ma'am." He said pulling her to sit up.

"You're such a pest." She said under her breath.

"The good kind I'm going to assume." Muhammad said unwrapping the food. He passed her the pasta and a fork before bringing out the chicken wings and setting it on the bed between them then the cups of ice cream.

"Where's yours? And don't give me a sappy line of if I'm full, you are." She asked eyeing him.

He grinned. "If you're full, I am."

"May Allah help you." She said shaking her head at him.

"I ate already, it's all for you. And you seem to be getting better since you've finally started noticing I don't eat here with you."

She turned her face away. "I only asked because I can't eat all of this alone."

"It's not because you care?" He asked as he nudged her before wiggling his brows, a small smile lingered on her lips at how silly he looked.

"Eat up, eat up. I have plans." He said excitedly.

"Count me out." She immediately said.

"I should count you out of a plan that revolves around you? Not happening."

"We'll see." She said proceeding to eat her food.

Minutes later...

"Noooooo, leave me alone." Amirah said holding her bedpost with both hands.

"You're so stubborn, let go." Muhammad said pulling her by the leg

"You're the stubborn one, why can't you let me be?" She questioned over her shoulder still tightly holding her bedpost.

"Wallahi I'll break your leg if you don't leave that bedpost." He threatened in a serious voice.

In a hopeful voice she asked, "if my legs get broken, does that mean I don't have to go with you?"

"Oh Allah you're impossible." He said letting her go.
He moved towards the door as if leaving before running back and he began tickling her, Amirah screamed and swore at him as she finally let go of the bedpost and he successfully dragged her out of the room, crashing a few things along the way.

"You're so annoying, you don't understand the need for privacy, you're an invader and..." Her words died on her lips as they got into the sitting room.

The parlor was lighted with neon glow lamps, an air mattress was set on the floor and on it was different throw pillows and two big bowls of popcorn.

"When did you do all of this?" Amirah asked with tears gathering in her eyes but he couldn't see them.

"Trust me, it was very hard setting this up quietly." He said smiling proudly.

"And where'd you even get the air mattress?" She asked falling into it, popcorn spilled from the bowl.

"It has always been in the store room and any popcorn you spill is what you're going to eat dummy." Muhammad said moving towards the TV, she threw a pillow at his head.

"You're the dummy." She said before putting a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

"There goes the thank you baby I was expecting." He muttered.

"Why didn't you tell me we weren't going outside? I wouldn't have been so against it."

"Yen yen yen abeg shut up, that's how you kicked my stomach when you were acting your drama."

"I was being defensive. You should be proud of me, that shows I can't be easily kidnapped."

"If I was a kidnapper and you kicked me like that, I go break your head."

She laughed, a high pitched melodious sound that Muhammad had strangely missed hearing. He turned to look at her, she was engrossed in the popcorn.

Amirah looked up at him. "What are you even doing?"

"Making tuwo." He answered as he put the disc into the cassette player.

"You're not okay." She said laughing. Amirah was overwhelmed with the effort Muhammad had put into getting her out of this mood, no one has ever done something like this for her, no! Scratch that. She'd had people do this and more for her but it was when it was done that matters and Muhammad had done this at the right moment.

Amirah found his efforts sweet and no matter how much she wanted to deny it, she was beginning to fall for him. He made it hard not to.

A/N:

This is definitely the sweetest I can be, I'm surprised at me.

Don't we all want a Muhammad?😍

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