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JAWAHIR

Because of the terrible nightmare, I couldn't sleep. I prayed nafl to calm my nerves then read the Holy Quran till it was time for me to pray raka'atanil fajr after and then I prayed salatul subhi.

It's none of your business.

Stay out of it.

Stay within your limit.

It's the last one that truly got to me, it hurt a bit. I wasn't even prying, no, he seemed tensed and I wanted to calm him down but he snapped at me.

But I've learned my lesson, it's a sore subject for him, I get it. If there's one thing I know for sure is that people don't like feeling pressured to open up, instead they like to be allowed to do it on their own pace. There's always this underlying fear that rises whenever you try to open up, you do not want to be vulnerable or come off as weak or misunderstood, but one of the major reasons (to me) why people don't like opening is because they once did and those people left them.

But I can't help but wonder, who is this Manal? What is her relationship with my husband? Is she a threat? Perhaps she's the lady in the picture I once saw in his room.

I woke up again around seven am. After taking a bath, I wore a simple brown atampa gown and tied my hair in a messy ponytail. Since it's Saturday I know Aayan has gone for a run and usually returns around nine. I ambulated to the kitchen, my fingers are itching to knead a dough, just to come in contact with flour in general. Just like how people run off to the gym to loose some steam, or go for a walk, listen to music to calm their selves down, I bake.

Because of my mood, I decided to make a lemon sour cream cake. Not because it's sour but because of the name. I got my ingredients and got to work. By eight-thirty, I had my cake in front of me.

I proceeded to clear the counter then started washing the dishes. I felt him before I heard him.

"Mmmm what smells so nice?' Aayan asked as he walked into the kitchen, then stopped probably to look at the cake. My back was to him so I couldn't see him.

"Oo cake," he continued. "Honestly you're going to make me fat."

Still I ignored him.

Aayan sighed out loud. "Giving me the silent treatment, I see." I heard him walking towards me then I feel his arms round their selves around my waist. "Ana asif." He apologized placing his chin on my shoulder.

Still I ignored him, but this time it was hard to because of our proximity.

"It was uncalled for, for me to snap at you. I'm really sorry." He buried his face in the crook of my neck. "Don't bother yourself about it, sh—it's not important." He placed a kiss on the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

By this time, it was hard for me to ignore him still I stood my ground.

"You won't talk to me?" He nuzzled his nose deeper, inhaling. If not for his hands around my waist I would have collapsed to the floor, my legs suddenly feel like jello. "Ya Omri dinki ne fah, your Hayati, your Helo, your Rouhi." He peppered kisses all round my neck as he said that. "Tesoro?" Aayan called quietly.

"Mm." I finally mumbled.

"I really am sorry." I finally turned around, still caged by his arms. I placed one of my palm on his forearm. "It's okay Aayan. I hope you're okay now."

He shot me a playful glare. "What did I say about calling me Aayan?" I giggled. "Okay Ya Omri it's okay, I get it. And I'm sorry too."

"No need to apologize, it was my fault. And I am alright, I'm glad you understand, thank you," he smiled. " I'm so sorry." He wrapped his hands around my whole body and pulled me in for a hug.

I wasted no time in wrapping my own arms around his waist. "Who is she tho?" I couldn't help but ask, looking up at him.

"Someone in the past, rest assured you have nothing to worry about, I promise." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't like talking about it." He said quietly.

I nodded in understanding. "It's okay, I understand." I offered him a warm smile. "So.." Aayan started. "What kind of cake did you bake?" We walked towards the kitchen island and sat down on the stools. "Lemon sour cream cake." I responded.

"Why would you bake that?" He scrunched up his nose adorably. He looked so cute, I wanted to pull his cheeks.

"The title rhymed with my mood at that time." I grumbled and he chuckled. I picked two plates and a knife, I sliced the cake and place it on the plates, passing one to Aayan.

"It tastes good." He complimented. I smiled. "Did you expect it to be bitter?"

"Well considering the name, yes I expected that." He admitted sheepishly and I laughed out loud.

It turned out that Aayan enjoyed the cake sooo much, we fought for the last piece. Yes, yes we ate the whole cake at once. Aayan is right at this rate we are definitely going to get fat.

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On Monday I decided to visit my parents, I haven't seen them in a while.

"Jawahir it's good to see you. For a minute there I thought you've forgotten about these old people." Abu teased as I entered the house. I ducked my head down. I'm actually very ashamed, I kind of abandon my own parents. What kind of a daughter am I?

"Abu I'm so very sorry. In sha Allah it won't happen again, I promise." I smiled apologetically. Abu smiled. "Allah maki albarka; God bless you."

"Ameen." I don't think there's anything more joyous and satisfying than when your parent say 'God bless you' There's just this serenity and tranquility that accompanies the sentence.

I went to Mama's side first. I met Nai'a and Affan fighting over the remote, as usual. "Hey! Hey! What is wrong?!" I yelled stopping them. They all sharply turned around.

"Ya Jawahir!!" They all yelled at the same time. "Why are you fighting?" I walked deeper into the living room.

"It's Affan fault." Nai'a accused pointing at our brother. "It is not." Affan cried angrily.

"Shhh!" I shushed them. "Okay explain...." They explained and as usual they all want to watch different shows, I got to settle their case then walked to Mama's room.

"Ah Ah Mrs Jawjaw." Mama exclaimed with a teasing glint in her eyes. I just chuckled and walked into her open arms. I'm so used to them calling me by that name that I no longer get shy.

"Mama ina wuni; good afternoon."

"Lafiya qlau; fine Jawahir. How are you?"

"I'm fine Alhamdulillah."

"And Aayan? How is he?"

"He's also fine Mama. He sent his regards."

"Ina ansawa." She smiled.

I stayed for about thirty minutes before going to Mammie's side. I climbed the stairs to Mammie's room. "Mammie habibty." I exclaimed excitedly jumping into her arms the minute I walked into the room.

"Off you big baby. Turidu kasran eizamiun; do you want to break my bones?!" I giggled. "Kayf yumkinuni kasar ammi alghaliati; how can I break my dearest Mom?"

"Who knows?" She shrugged teasingly. "Kayf halik azizaty; how are you my dear?"

"I am fine." I smiled widely and so fakely.

"Jawahir." She called sternly, in a way that says she knows there's something wrong.

How do I say it? What do I say? There is this lady that I think is a threat to my marriage? My husband might still be in love with her? Am I suspicious? By Allah to be very honest, I kinda am. I know! I know! I know it's wrong but I can't help it. I know nothing about Aayan, his past and everything. I know the basis like where he schooled, age, family definitely and his work although not that much.

So you tell me, what am I suppose to think? To assume? And it doesn't help that I once saw a picture of a mysterious yet beautiful lady in his room, beside his bed.

But if there is one thing I learned or observed from my Mammie is that you never go around talking about your marital problems with others, not your family; especially your family. All these years that Mammie has being having problems with Abu's family—still is—not once did she ever tell her family, sometimes they do notice but she never once open about it herself. No third parties!

And compared to Mammie's dilemmas, mine is nothing. I don't have in laws that dislike me, a lot. Instead mine adore me and treat me like their own daughter; my mother in law is one of a kind, best in laws a girl could ever wish for. My mother in law didn't give an ultimum; divorce or second marriage.

When Abu got married again, Mammie treated Mama like her own sister, she welcomed her with open arms and a geniue heart.

But will I be able to do that?! Especially when I think she's the one he loves not me.

Jawahir you're going out of proportion. Nobody said anything about second marriage.

There is a possibility. A huge one.

Ya Allah!! What do I do?!

"Jawahir!!" Mammie called, snapping me out of my scary and deadly thoughts. "Azizaty are you sure you're okay?" She asked, concerned laced in her voice.

I so want to tell you Mammie. Instead I said, as always. "I'm fine."

Mammie smiled and pulled me in for a hug. Being enveloped in her warm and soothing embrace makes me want to spill everything yet I didn't. "Ya bint sabr. Whatever it is it'll pass. Just keep on praying, bi izinil Allah everything will work out well."

I just hugged her tighter. It is true when they say nothing escapes a mother.

I spent half of the day with my family. I miss them so so much. Mammie and Mama gave me advices I never knew existed. They had me blushing throughout, I won't be able to look at them in the eyes anytime soon. They were so thorough, like basu ji kunya ba ko kadan; they weren't one bit shy.

I was driving back home when I received Aayan's call. "Hello?"

"Tesoro hey! Where are you now?" He asked.

"I'm going back home right now." I put the call on speaker and kept the phone on the passenger's sit.

"Can you please come pick me up. I just realized I have a flat tyre."

"Okay no problem."

"Yawwa nagode, se kinzo; thank you, till you arrive."

"Okay, Bye." With that I hanged up.

I don't know the way to his office because I've never been there, I do know the location. It's in central area or something, anyway I typed in the location using my Google map and some minutes later, I arrived. I parked my car in an available space even though it says 'reserved', but hey I'm the boss's wife so why not.

I stood in front of the tall, glass and sparkly building, with AA CONSTRUCTION COMPANY written in bold and flowers trimmed perfectly to read also AA CONSTRUCTION COMPANY.

I walked into the building, people were roaming round doing their work. I have no idea which way to go, since it's my first time here. "Excuse me please." I said to a lady dressed in a black suit.

"Yes, how can I help you?" She asked.

"Where can I find the CEO's office please?" I politely asked.

She shot me a look that says 'why the hell are you looking for the CEO's office?' but she answered nevertheless. "Take the elevator to the last floor." With that she left not giving me the chance to thank her.

I ambulated to the elevator but before I could step in the door has already closed. And there's no way I'm taking the stairs. I sighed deeply, I then noticed an elevator that read 'private.' Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

I obviously take the elevator, I can hear a voice yelling at me to stop but I paid no heed to him. I pressed the 40th floor button and my oh so long journey began. The elevator finally stopped and I stepped out. This floor is also busy but the people are not as much as the people on the first floor.

I walked straight to the receptionist/PA's table.

"Hello?" I greeted. "What can I do for you?" She replied in a bored tone.

"I'm here to see Aayan."

"Do you have an appointment?" She rolled her eyes.

"Well no, if you could just tell him that Jawahir is here."

The lady scoffed and kept the book she was holding down then rolled her eyes, yet again. She then proceeded to glare at me. "And who do you think you are? Do you honestly think you can just saunter in here and demand to see Mr Aayan?"

"Miss, you're mistaki...." I started to say.

"I'm not mistaking anything." She swiftly cuts me off.

"I'm his wif—" Before I could complete the sentence she cuts me off again. "I don't care what or who you are to him or how you're related. I've seen shameless ladies like you. You have no shame in following people. Don't you know that he's married!!"

Okay this woman is crossing the line. I get that she's doing her job, and they haven't met Aayan's wife AKA me. But that doesn't give her the right to disrespect people.

"Miss.."

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave before I call security." She stood up to stand in front of me. "Please Miss, leave."

She's kidding me right? She then started to push me.

"Get your hands off her before I break your fingers." A voice boomed from behind. The lady swiftly turned around. "Sir, this lady here....."

"Shut up!!" He yelled and she flinched.

"Do you know who she is?" Aayan asked her. "Do you?!"

"N-n-no S-sir." The lady stuttered, visibly frightened.

Lord! Even I will be frightened if I was subjected to that.

"That's MY WIFE." Aayan declared proudly. "MINE!!"

That made something bloom in my chest, him declaring all this proudly. By now we've gathered quite the audience. All  of them seemed shocked to finally see the boss's wife.

The lady paled, the color draining out of her face. "Wallahi tallahi I didn't know. Sir I had no idea." She turned to look at me. "Ma'am I'm so sorry. By Allah I didn't know please forgive Mrs." She begged desperately.

What do I say???!!!

Aayan walked up to me and wrapped his arm around me. "Azizaty I'm very sorry about that." He placed a kiss on the side of my head.

"It's okay." I replied. We started walking towards his office then he halted. "Abida clear your table, you are fired."

Abida gasped out loud before she started crying. "Mr Aayan please I'm sorry. Wallahi I had no idea she's your wife. If I knew I wouldn't have d—"

"It's not about her being my wife. You know the rules. Under no circumstances should you treat anybody like that."

"Please Sir. Please it won't happen again, I promise."

"I want you gone, NOW." With that Aayan walked us into the office the door closing behind us.

"Don't you think that was harsh?" I asked taking a seat. "No it wasn't." He replied taking a seat beside me. "Yes it was. Just give her a warning and it will suffice."

"No. My decision is final." He stated firmly. "She disrespected you." He spatted.

"Ya Omri min fadhlik. I get that she made a mistake, a big one but think about it, she might be the one supporting her family or something like that. Just give her a comeuppance you think suitable but please don't fire her."

"Ugh!!" Aayan threw his head back and groaned. "Why do you have to be reasonable?"

I smiled cheekily. "Let's go?" I asked.

"Actually..." Aayan said, standing up. "While waiting for you I started working on something and now I'm already half way I will have to complete it," he squatted in front of me. "How fast can you type?"

"Relatively fast?" I replied unsurely.

"Great. Can you pleeaassee help me?"

"What? No wa—"

"Oh common please. Pretty pleeeaaassseee with a cheery on top."

How can I say no to that? He is giving me the puppy dog eyes and he's freaking pouting, Ya Rabbi!! Oh heart be still!!

"Okay fine." I sighed.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "You're the best." He placed a kiss on my cheek before leading me to his table. He showed me what I'm suppose to do then went back to lie down on the couch.

The door was suddenly pushed open and a nonchalant Uthman walked in. "Kai balaraben nan so nawa zan fada ma ka......" He halted when he saw me. "Amaryan mu? What are you doing here?"

"I'm helping." I shrugged.

"And where's Aayan?" He asked and I gestured to the couch. "He is sleeping." Uthman deadpanned. "Lallai ma Aayan dinnan," he mused shaking his head. "So this is what it's like to have a wife. She does the work while you take a nap. In that case I need to get married ASAP." He stated seriously making me giggle.

"You do." I agreed, nodding my head.

"Gaskiya." He hummed.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Ana bikhayr." Uthman replied with a smirk.

"The lessons are coming along I see." I chuckled.

"Yes," he replied. "Idan wannan mashiriricin ya tashi please give him this file." He placed the file on the table before walking out. "I'll see you when I see you. Bye." With that he closed the door.

"Bye." I whispered shaking my head.

An hour and a half later, I finished everything. I cannot feel my fingers and my butt is kinda sore. Wallah suna 'kokari; they are really trying. I yawned and stretched my body. I noticed that Aayan is still sleeping peacefully.

My poor baby. He must be really tired.

I quietly walked to couch and squatted in front of him. He looks so peaceful and serene. I couldn't help myself, I used my index finger to trace his features. His eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, his cheekbones, and his lips, his plumpy luscious red lips and those damn sideburns and beard of his.

My man is one fine specimen!!

May he be yours alone forever and ever. My subconscious mind said.

Amen sister, amen.

Then I racked my fingers through his soft curls, I couldn't help it. They are so soft.

I'm so weird, wallah.

I cupped his cheeks and placed a lingering kiss on his forhead, like he always does to me. I was so entranced in what I was doing that I didn't realise Aayan has woken up.

"Madha tazunnu nafsaka faeilaan; what do you think you're doing?" Came Aayan's husky voice.

I gasped out loud, very startled. "Uh uh, uhmmmm—" I stuttered nervously. I then started pulling back.

"And where do you think you're going?" Aayan teased, holding my hand in place, on his cheek. "Continue what you were doing Azizaty."

Oh my God! What did I get myself into?

"I-I I wasn't doing anything." I said nervously, my gaze roaming round not meeting his.

"Oh really?" Aayan raised a brow, he suddenly yanked my arm. It made me fly forward, landing on top of him in such a way that the upper part of my body is sprawled on top of his.

"Uh... A-Aayan w-what are you doing?"

"What did I say about calling me Aayan?" He breathed to my face. His breath caressing my skin making it tingly.

"What... What ... What if someone walks in?" I gulped.

"So? They should. I'm not doing anything wrong am I?" His voice dropped an octave.

"Uhhh....."

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He whispered seductively.

A tingling sensation ran through my body, igniting the butterflies—no not butterflies, the whole zoo— in my stomach.

"Anti jamilatun jiddan; you're so beautiful." He unpinned my hijab and let my hair out of it's pony, making a curtain around my face. "So so beautiful." He breathed, tugging my hair behind my ears, revealing my face again.

My eyelids fluttered on their on accord, it feels like I'm drunk, drunken on everything Aayan.

"What are you doing to me?" Aayan breathed his breath hitting my lips before I could respond—not that I was capable of— he placed his hands on my nape and pushed my head lower, connecting our lips.

The fervent, delirious, incandescent, perfervid and passional feeling is one I've never felt before. I wanted to open my eyes and savor the raw passion in Aayan's eyes but the vehement feeling wouldn't let me so I kept them close to relish the rhapsodic feeling.

After— as cliche as it sounds— what seemed like forever, we pulled away but my eyes were still shut. I need a moment to come down from this euphoric high.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me Tesoro."

I think I do Aayan. I do, I definitely do.

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After our little....uhmmm.... office romance, we left. I couldn't look at Aayan in the eye, I'm beyond shy.

"You know..." Aayan started to say from the passenger seat. Yeah, he made me drive. "If you're this shy, I wonder what you'll do when I do....." He trailed off, clearing his throat. "Other things."

I think he's on a mission, a mission to see the limit of how flushed I can get. I said nothing and nervously bite my lips.

"Can you not do that." I said after a few minutes.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"Looking at me that way."

"What way?"

"Like you want to devour me."

"Maybe I do....." Aayan responded in a deep, husky voice.

Oh my Allah!!!!

I awkwardly cleared my throat. Can he stop please talking that way. This is beyond awkward.

"My Aunt, Baba's sister, is at the mansion right now. I was thinking we should drop by to greet her." Aayan said changing the subject completely, which I'm very grateful for.

"Okay, but aren't you tired?"

"I am." He replied, resting his head back. "But I figured we should just do it now because I don't know if I'll be able to go out again once we get home and I have very busy days ahead." He explained.

"Okay then." With that I changed to route to AA's mansion.

"Which Aunt are we talking about?" I asked Aayan as I parked the car.

"Aunty Hassatu, Binta's mother." Aayan cringed and I grimaced, recalling  the last encounter I had with her daughter.

Let's just hope she's nothing like her daughter.

Aayan and I walked into the house side by side. We headed to the main living room that is Baba's parlor, where the family normally sit. And there's three more for his guests, each according to your—uhh no offense— standard. He also has a majlis outside. Then Ammiey's main one, other two for her guest also......you get the gist. Then there are about three upstairs.

Everyone was seated in the living, the elders chatting amongst themselves but I clearly noticed that Ammiey is uncomfortable. Kausar and Maheera were also chatting, Binta is on her phone and Amal is watching a show on Disney channel.

We said our salam, gaining everyone's attention. Amal ran to me and I squatted a bit to hug her. "Masa' alkyar Ya Jawjaw." She beamed. "Afternoon Amal, how are you?" I took her hand and we walked deeper into the room.

Aayan and I squatted in front of Baba and Ammiey, they are sitting on the same couch. "Ina wunin ku; good afternoon to you all."

"Lafiya lau." They chorused. "How are you doing?" Baba asked.

"We are fine Alhamdulillah." Aayan responded. "Masha Allah, Masha Allah." We turned to Aunty Hassatu, she's sitting on a single couch across Baba and Ammiey. "Ina wuni Aunty, an iso lafiya?" Aayan greeted.

"Mun iso lafiya Alhamdulillah."

"Good afternoon Aunt." I chimed in, my head a bit down.

"Lafiya lau." She said indifferently. I stood up and quietly made my way to my sisters. "Al akwhat." I said in greeting.

"Hey Mrs Aayan." Maheera grinned. I chuckled. "Soon to be Mrs Fahad." I grinned back.

"Toh rub it on my face kunji, rub it on my face." Kausar said in mock anger, rolling her eyes.

I giggled. "Uktul zawj." I pulled her for a hug.

"Vesfren." She cheekily smiled back.

"Why don't we go upstairs?" Maheera suggested after a while.

"Yeah we should, this little family session is over." Kausar mumbled under her breath.

"Baba, Ammiey, we are going upstairs." Maheera informed them.

Baba nodded and Ammiey smiled and said. "Take Binta with you." She still looks a bit uncomfortable though.

Binta looked up when she heard her name and Ammiey asked her to join us. Maheera discreetly rolled her eyes.

We went to the girls living room, a modest sized living room with three rooms, one for each of the girls, yes even Kulthum has one. We left Binta in the living room making a call, and walked to Mahee's room.

"I've never liked them, never have, never will." Maheera said in annoyance, plopping down on her bed.

I shook my head and chuckled.

"I'm serious. Like I just don't get why the husband's family has to dislike the wife. Is it a norm or something? More than 30 —and counting— years of marriage isn't enough for them to get over it already? That just proves how strong their bond is and nothing can come between them." Maheera ranted in an annoyed and frustrated tone. "Wai dangin miji." She scoffed.

"At least Goggo (Baba's mom) adores Ammiey, and if I'm correct it's just three to four sisters that don't like her?"

Maheera nodded her head.

"Hajiya doesn't like Mammie, she literally made Abu take a second wife, Alhamdulillah though 'cuz Mama is the best step mom you could ever wish for. And the rest of his sisters, except Aunty Amina never liked her either."

"Poor Mammie." Maheera mused.

"I do have the best dangin miji tho." I said cheekily.

Maheera chuckled. "I mean duh, of course you do." She flipped her hair. "I hope I get good in laws too." She added quietly.

"In sha Allah." I squeezed her hand.

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We spend the rest of the day at the AA's. We— as in I, Kausar and Maheera— discussed a few things about Mahee's wedding six months from now. After that I helped Ammiey make dinner, we made chicken biryani. I had fun bonding with my mother in law more and of course, I made dessert. I made fruit custard.

We were all having our dinner quietly might I add, when Aunty Hassatu made a comment.

"Jawahir?" She called, gaining not only my attention but everyone else's.

"Naam." I answered, almost quietly.

"Shouldn't we be expecting good news by now."

The sound of a spoon being dropped echoed through the quiet atmosphere. And the sound came from my side where Aayan is sitting down.

I looked down uncomfortably, I hate being put on the spot like this. Why did she have to say that?

"Everything goes according to the way HE plans." Ammiey replied instead, a bit firmly.

I heard Aunty Hassatu scoff. "Naga an kusa shekara."

We've been married for 6 months, for crying out loud. And it's not like we had a love marriage, we literally knew nothing about each other back then. They didn't expect us to jump to bed immediately right?

"Hassatu...." Baba said in a warning tone and she finally dropped the matter. The rest of the dinner went by uneventful.

We were about to leave when Aunty Hassatu made yet another comment.

"Memuna." She called Ammiey.

(A/N: I hate it when people call me that😂😂, wai 'Memuna'😒🙄I'm like my name is MaimunaTU with a 'TU' at the end. Seriously the name makes me seem old. And even if you must remove the 'TU' then make it a bit stylish, "Maymunarh" you know with all the consonants, vowels, kalkala and even gunna on point🤣🤣 I mean how hard can it be??!!!😐😑 sheesh! Ok I am sorry, rant over😂😂😂💔💔)

"Anyi bikin da gaggawa bamu samu munga gidan amarya ba; the wedding was done in a haste we didn't get to see the bride's house. So I was thinking, we should go spend a few days there."

"Uhh—" Ammiey hesitated a bit, not knowing what to say.

"Ko ya kika ce Jawahir; what do you say?" She turned to me.

I HATE being put on the spot, and this woman has been doing just that all day. She surely knows that I cannot say no, especially with everyone present.

I had no other choice but to say. "Whatever you say Aunty."

"Madallah." She said with a smug look, knowing fully that I had nothing to say except yes. "Binta go bring our suitcase." She instructed. With that the mother daughter duo made their way to one of the guest room downstairs.

Ammiey sighed and looked at me apologetically. I smiled to tell her it's okay. I looked at Aayan and from his expression, he's also not happy about it. I looked at him helplessly. There was nothing I could do.

The duo came back with this humongous suitcase that got me wondering just how long they plan on staying with us.

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