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This chapter is dedicated to nanatugirei Thank you so much Derdam.

"You better trash this your sleeping habit now that you're going to your husband's now. Make sure you don't go back to sleep after Salatul Subhi. Clean the house and make breakfast." Her Mother's voice echoed in her ears.

She sat up on the bed with a finger in her mouth. "Now that we're settled, I think this is the right time to play my role as a wife." she said to herself forgetting his threats.

She quickly rushed to the bathroom, had her bath, dressed then rushed out of the room.

Deciding what to cook make for breakfast became a problem for Azizah. She surfed the internet but she didn't have the ingredients to make all what she saw. She has no idea of some. She was left with no other option but the call Jay.

"Wow! Why don't you make bean cakes and pap? " he asked.

"For goodness sake Jay. We are in London and not in your home town. By the way, he doesn't look like one who eats that."

"Mmmmm! What about pancakes and with syrup or... "

"No Jay! " she cuts in. "You know how much I hate making pancakes. I end up getting burnt. "

After so many arguments, she decided to make pancakes with strawberry syrup.

After arranging the dishes on the dining table, she rushed to her room, bathed and spent some time applying her make up before she headed to the living room.

She tapped her fingers on the dining table patiently waiting for her husband to come out for breakfast as she ignored the pain in her stomach and the sounds coming from it.

Ten minutes gone, and there's no sign of Tahir. Twenty gone, thirty, fifty and then sixty but still no sign of him. She legit waited for an hour and then he still hasn't appeared.

"I'll wait for ten minutes more." she huffed. It was barely up to a minute when she heard the sound of the door. Her heart skipped a beat and she suddenly began to shake. Surprisingly, it wasn't the sound of the door to his room but the main door.

She couldn't lift her head to see him so she played with her fingers patiently waiting for him to approach her.

He began to climb the stairs when she spoke. "Good morning. Breakfast is ready." she said with her eyes on him.

Tahir stopped dead on his tracks for some seconds before he turned to look at her.

She could feel his gaze on her as she trembled in fear. "Why did I even talk" she asked her self.

He hissed at her and without a word, he left.

Azizah was stunned. That wasn't expected. She looked at the dishes, her hands covered with bruises and then back to the dishes. She felt something warm streaming down her cheeks and made no attempts to wipe it. So much energy and time wasted. She huffed. She grabbed her phone and without even touching the food, she ran to her room.

Meanwhile, Tahir sat at the edge of his bed with his eyes on his feet. "How dare she?" he huffed biting his lower lip.

After minutes of deciding on what to do, he picked his phone and dialed Hammad's number.

He would have called Habib on a normal day but he was in no mood for his preachings. He has made up his mind not to talk to Habib on anything concerning Ahsiya. Why does he keep calling her Ahsiya after Habib has corrected him. "Azizah" he said mockingly. The Ahsiya even sounds better.

"Baba yane (Guy how far) ?" he heard Hammad say.

"Kana gida? (Are you at home?)" he asked.

"No I'm not. But I'm on my way back. Any problem? " Hammad asked.

"Well, I guess it isn't a problem. Let's meet at our usual spot."

Sighing heavily, he threw the phone on the bed and began to pace when his phone rang.

"Daddy!" he muttered suddenly remembering the promise he made to his father. He had promised to call him when he's at home so he would speak to Ahsiya but then, he just can't keep to his words.

How is he going to face her. With one glance at his ringing phone, he turned and headed to the bathroom dancing to the ringing tone.

Ten minutes later, he was out of the bathroom. He tapped his towel on his neck and body but not his hair. He walked briskly to the mirror and stooped smiling at the person in the mirror.

His hair was dripping making him feel like star he has always wanted to be. He could feel the water on his body and with just a move, he wiped half of his body.

He spent no time deciding on what to wear as he settled on black pant, a dark brown cardigan and a gray coloured shirt peeking underneath. He looked absolutely dashing even though, his hair was left in its usual mess. His father would get mad and legit carry him to the salon if he sees him like this.

He was at the door of Hammad's house in less than ten minutes.

He was looking around the house suspiciously when he heard his friend's voice.
"Stop acting like this is your first time here. "

Tahir shook his head and sat on an empty chair. Hammad did same and now, they are facing each other.

"You've been smoking lately." he commented. "Haven't you? " he added.

Hammad sighed before a terrible cough took over.

"No I haven't " he replied mockingly. His eyes were blood red and his pink lips were starting to loose it's colour.

"So what's up. How have you been?" Hammad asked breaking the awkward silence.

Tahir huffed. "I think it's high time we part ways. For goodness sake Hammad, I don't think I can keep up if you refuse to do away with this bad habit of yours. What do you think you are doing with your life?"

Hammad sighed. "I'm so sorry Tahir. I promise it won't repeat itself. Just a minute. " he rose and headed to his room before coming out with packets of cigarettes.

"This is all I've got. You can go with them all. " he placed them on the table in between them.

"What do you want me to do with them? " he asked. Inside him , he was excited. He was happy about the fact that Hammad is finally giving up on his smoking habit.

"Trash them. Do whatever" he replied before a cough took over.

"Are you sure you don't have some. Hope you know, quitting a bad habit isn't as easy as it sounds. It a gradual process. "

Hammad sighed. "I know Tahir. But I'm ready to do anything to keep our friendship. I owe you a lot."

Tahir smiled b after muttering "Alhamdulillah"

"So tell me. " Hammad started. "What's up? You sounded troubled when you called."

Tahir sat up and cleared his throat before he spoke. "It's about the girl in my house. I'm confused and I don't even know what to do with her." He paused taking in deep breath before he continued.

"Daddy has already made up his mind and won't allow me to divorce her. I was kind of happy with the way things were going not before she woke up this morning and made breakfast"

Hammad chuckled before clearing his throat. "What's there if she made breakfast?" he asked.

"Can't you see. She's about to start crossing her limit. From breakfast alone, then lunch, then dinner and then she'll probably poison me. "

"Wow! " Hammad commented. "I don't think she's capable of doing that."

"Don't judge a book by its cover Hammad. By the way, you know I just can't stand girls. Every one knows that including my father but I still wonder why he choose to get me married."

"He loves you Tahir and he wants the best for you. "

"The best for me isn't forcing me to do what I don't want. He should have respected my decision. "

Hammad sighed. "So what do you plan on doing? " he asked .

"I don't know Hammad. That's why I came to meet you. I was thinking of getting her a house do we wouldn't have to live under the same roof. "

"I don't think that's a good idea" Hammad said wiping the sweat that formed on his forehead.

"I think I've got a good idea" Hammad said breaking the five minutes silence.

Dan Dan Dan

Pancakes with strawberry 🍓 syrup huh? 😂

So tell me. What did Hammad cook up in his head ?