I mentioned this before, that Skript is not always canon. So for the sake of this Skript, instead of Houssam and Hana doing their Walimah right after their Nikkah like they did in TUQ, they have only done their Nikkah, and are not able to appear together in public yet since they don't want the press to know about their marriage until after their Walimah*

This Skript was suggested by Witteewat :)

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*Houssam is flung across his couch, his feet hanging over the edge even though it is a rather long couch. He has his phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear, and he is frowning.*

Houssam: *whining* Hanaaaa!

Hana: *who is on her bed in her apartment, her phone on her stomach, her phone headphones in her ear* Whaaaat?

Houssam: I miss you.

Hana: *her cheeks reddening slightly even though he can't see her* I miss you too.

Houssam: *whining more. He tends to become a bit more of a whiner when he's talking to her or is around her* I want to see you! I haven't seen you in forever!

Hana: Houssam, I saw you Saturday!

Houssam: That was too long ago! I should be able to see you every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep!

Hana: *blushing again* Awww. Soon In Shaa Allah our Walimah is only a month away, and you will be tired of me!.

Houssam: First of all, I will never be tired of you! And secondly, only a month away!? That might as well be a year away!

Hana: *teasing* Would you rather it be a year away?

Houssam: *grumbling* No

Hana: Then don't complain!

Houssam: Fine, fine, but I do want to see you.

Hana: Okay, come over then and we'll watch a movie again.

Houssam: We just watched a movie Saturday!

Hana: Houssam, that's why I said again! How about I come over?

Houssam: You know if you come over Freddy is gonna pop in, and he is boring.

Hana: Hey, Freddy is very interesting!

Houssam: He is when he isn't getting in the way of me being able to kiss my wife!

*Hana blushes again*

Hana: Why don't we go out?

Houssam: Blah, you know if we go out together the press will jump on us. We agreed to have this last month of peace before they make things miserable for you.

Hana: *sighing* I know *jokingly* the only way we would be able to go out would be if we wore disguises!

*Houssam gasps*

Hana: Houssam? What's wrong?!

Houssam: HANA I'LL CALL YOU BACK I HAVE TO GO TO PARTY CITY!

***

*AN HOUR LATER*

*There is a knock on Hana and Ayah's apartment door, and Hana quickly pulls on her prayer scarf, before opening the door*

Hana: *thinking* I wonder if Houssam got me that new necklace we saw on Amazon on Saturday!?

Mailman: Delivery for Hannah Izmile

*Hana stifles a grin at the butchered pronunciation of her name, and signs his clipboard, before her eyes widen as he steps to the side to reveal a package almost as tall as Hana herself*

Hana: Woah!

Mailman: *lifting it up and struggling to hold it* Where do you want it?

Hana: *pointing to the hallway* Uh you can just put it right here, thanks.

*The mailman leaves, rubbing his back with a grumble, and Hana closes the door, before she grabs her kitchen scissors, and eagerly rips into the package, picking up the note that is resting on top of the bubble wrapped content*

Hana,

Here are an array of disguises and costumes! Once you have found something that you like, meet me at that Italian resturant we like. I have arranged for a private dining room, and all of the staff have been warned with threat of suing that they cannot leak anything to the press. However, we cannot go around and have every single patron there sign it, so to prevent anyone else from seeing us and taking pictures or alerting the vultures, our disguises are necessary! Can't wait to see you, I'll be the guy in the knight armor! Or the spy outfit, or the clown get up, or the gorilla suit...haven't decided yet! I'll be sending a car to pick you up at seven!

Love you!

Houssam

Hana shook her head in a mix of amusement and disbelief as she pulled out the costumes her husband had sent to her. Included in them were

1. A clown suit (obviously he thought they could match)

2. A long trench coat, fedora, and magnifying glass (was this like his spy outfit?)

3. A spacewoman outfit (how was she going to breathe in the helmet?!)

4. A huge embellished Mardi Gras mask (that took up half the box, and looked like it would break her neck if she tried to wear it!)

5. A gorilla suit...(but it had a huge pink bow on the ear as if to emphasis that it was for girls)

*She was not going to wear any of these! How did he expect her to wear her Abaya under a clown or gorilla suit?! No, she would just have to be creative. And that meant wrapping a plain black scarf around her face like a Niqab*

***

*THIRTY MINUTES LATER*

*Hana arrives at the restaurant, and after thanking the driver, she goes inside, making mad Du'aa that Houssam didn't seriously dress up like a clown or gorilla to go to such a fancy Italian restaurant...*

Waiter: *smiling* This way Madam, your party has been a bit delayed, and will arrive shortly*

Hana: Thanks.

Hana: *thinking as she follows him* Ya Allah, please don't let him be dressed up like a clown or gorilla! Ya Allah, please don't let him be dressed up like a clown or gorilla!*

*The waiter leads her up a flight of stairs, up to a private room that Hana hadn't known was even there, let alone had she even seen! They go inside, and she takes a seat at a fancy table laid out with a red tablecloth, fancy dishware, candles, glass goblets filled with their favorite raspberry iced tea, and an array of Hana's favorite appetizers.*

*She has just reached for a cheese quiche, when the door opens behind her, and she turns around, her hand flying to her mouth as she sees Houssam trying to stumble into the doorway as he's dressed in a giant suit of armor*

Hana: Houssam!

*He looks up at her, but the helmet visor falls back over his eyes, and she laughs, before rushing over to him*

Hana: *standing on her tiptoes even in her heels to lift up the helmet visor so she can peer into his eyes* Habibi! Did you really come through the restaurant in front of everyone dressed like this!?

*Houssam laughs*

Houssam: Of course not! I came through the employee entrance!

*Hana laughs, before helping him further into the room, closing the door behind him. She stands there for a full minute, watching in amusement as he tries to settle himself into his seat, made completely awkward by the bulky metal surrounding his body.*

Hana: Habibi, just take it off!

Houssam: *in a teasing voice* You'd like that wouldn't you?

Hana: *blushing red and hitting him on his shoulder* Houssam! I just meant because we are in the room now!

Houssam: Okay okay! *he lifts off his helmet and sets it down on the floor next to his chair, before he pulls off the arm cuffs.*

Hana: *putting up a hand as he starts to take off the rest* You are wearing something under that right?

*Houssam starts to laugh so hard he has to lean against the chair for support. Once he has regained his composure, he reaches out a hand to grip her chin, and drops a kiss on her lips*

Houssam: I didn't get to do that when I got here. And of course I am! *he quickly removes the rest of the suit, needing her help for a moment, revealing the black slacks, and white button down shirt he is wearing.*

Hana: *teasingly* Thank Allah!

*He laughs and kisses her again, before he pulls out her chair, waiting until she is sitting before he takes his own seat. They eat their appetizers, and talk and laugh, and by the time the waiter has returned to take their orders, Houssam has moved his chair and his place settings from across the table, to directly next to Hana, her hand clasped tightly in his own.*

Houssam: *taking a large bite of his lobster ravioli* Hey! What disguise did you wear?

*Hana laughs, and takes a dainty bite of her shrimp pasta*

Hana: I just wrapped a black scarf around my face like a niqaab, and wore dark black sunglasses!

Houssam: *teasingly* Darn! I kind of hoped you would wear the gorilla suit!

*Hana laughs and shakes her head at him, and they spend the rest of dinner laughing and talking, and making sure they are always touching somehow*

*Finally they have finished dessert, and Houssam leans back in his seat with a satisfied smile*

Houssam: Want to come over for a movie and some cuddles?

Hana: *blushing again* Sure!

Houssam: Okay! Let me just get my metal death trap back on and we can go!

*Hana watches her husband as he struggles with the armor, before she takes a step forward, and puts a hand on his arm*

Hana: Honey, don't put that on. Let's just go out like we are.

Houssam: *wiping a strand of his hair out of his face* But Hana, I thought you didn't want the paparazzi to bug you before it was necessary?

Hana: *giving him a smile* If it means we can only be together indoors, and we have to sneak around, and wear disguises to even have a simple dinner together then it's not worth it.

Houssam: Are you sure?

Hana: *nodding* Yes. I don't want to have to deal with any secrets or worrying about getting busted. *she gives him a smile* I want you Houssam.

*Houssam takes her hand, and kisses her palm, his signature lopsided grin almost blinding her with it's brilliance*

Houssam: Deal! But let's wait until morning to let it be known to everyone, and we will have Harold issue an official statement about our marriage. I don't want the first news of it to be from the press you know how they twist things.

*Hana nods in agreement*

Hana: Good idea. So that means we will have to leave seperately?

Houssam: *nodding* Yes. But I won't wear the suit. You can leave now with your niqaab and sunglasses, and I'll wait a few minutes and just go out as I am. At least they won't know we are here together.

Hana: Am I still going to your apartment?

Houssam: Yes! Do you have your key?

Hana: No, I forgot it.

*Houssam digs into his pocket, before dropping his keys into her hand*

Houssam: I'll see you at home! *a beautiful smile lights up his face again* I love the sound of that!

Hana: *blushing again* Me too! Are you going to be okay by yourself?

Houssam: *who is looking at the dessert menu again* Oh I think I can find a way to pass the time!

*Hana laughs*

Hana: Well don't eat so much you get sick!

Houssam: Okay, okay! By the way, did you look in the pocket of the clown suit?

Hana: *looking at him in confusion* No. Why?

Houssam: *grinning* There might be a special surprise jewelry sized box in there!

*Hana squeals, before she throws her arms around him, and after they share a few more kisses, Hana dons her 'niqaab' and sunglasses, and slips out the door, Houssam happily ordering cookies and cream fudge.*