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20; Stuck With You.






Yasmeen cleared her throat, her eyes moving away from Asad's before the man would say something that will start an argument. And knowing him, he would. Blinking repeatedly, her lips parted she blew out a small breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

She was so certain that something is wrong with her. Perhaps, she should go and see a doctor? Yeah, she definitely should.

Asad tore his gaze from Yasmeen, who's apparently his 'wife'. This whole thing is just an unbelievable to him as it is to her. Perhaps, it's because it's first time he's seeing her since the nikah, but a part of him was starting to accept the whole thing.

Just a small part though. The smallest, tiniest, teensiest, part of him.

Now resting his gaze on his friend, Imam, he offered the man a small smile. "Thank you for helping out." Since he couldn't make it early as he had to round off his work and all, he opted to ask Imam to help since he's the only one he could trust with the task.

Imam was quick to shake his head, waving off the words of gratitude. "No worries, man." His lips too were stretched into a small smile. "It was an honor to meet Mrs. Captain." He didn't look at Yasmeen, but they all know he's referring to her.

At the use of the term, Asad narrowed his eyes at Imam slightly—an unvoiced warning to not start this whole teasing thing of his. The man may be an adult, but he sure knows how to tease when he wants to.

Since he doesn't know the circumstances in which the two got married, to him, they got married out of love. Had her voice his belief out, both of them would've laughed at the absurdity of the concept.

Them, love? Nahi, inji yen India.

Yasmeen of course didn't miss the slight glare Asad sent Imam, and for a moment, she couldn't help but wonder whether he's ashamed to call her his wife hence, the glare. She was quick to push those thoughts away though. And as always, being the first to instigate drama, she spoke up for the first time since he arrived.

"Hello, husband." Had it been it was just the two of them, she would undoubtedly say, 'Sup, bros? How far now?'. She couldn't help it. It's just her thing...it's their thing.

However, considering there's his friend there, she refrained from calling him that not wanting a repeat of what happened with Ama.

The minute those words left her lips, Asad found himself turning around with a slight quirk of his brow. What is she up to again? He couldn't help but wonder. Because, from the small knowledge he has on the woman, she's always up to something.

Is he safe?

As if knowing the thoughts running in his head, her lips stretched into a wide grin—that exact one that horror movie dolls sport. Not giving him a chance to comprehend what she's up to, she stepped closer to him and then placed her trolley beside him, right beside his hand.

"Thank you very much. As you can see, I am extremely jetlagged and can no longer handle such heavy stuff. Like the good husband you are, you wouldn't mind helping out your dear wife, right?"

'Good husband?' She said. 'Dear wife?'

That's it. She's after his life.

For the next few seconds, Asad simply stared at her incredulously. Ikon Allah! What has he gotten himself into? He couldn't help but wonder. He wouldn't mind helping her but the way she put it, he knew he's not safe.

Remind him again why he chose to spend the rest of his life with her?

And what did Yasmeen do? She held his gaze with the biggest grins masking her features. She isn't willing to back down either. A part of her could only guess he sent Imam earlier since he had work, but another part of her, the one that's constantly in look for trouble wanted to give him an earful for making her almost get lost in a foreign country.

She couldn't exactly rant his ears off at the moment, but that doesn't mean she won't do other things.

A slight snort came from Imam, who was watching the two in amusement. He couldn't help it. They look comical, like something straight out of a webtoon that would made into a movie or something.

He picked up something from the little exchange though. He could tell from the dazed look masking Asad's features, to Yasmeen's nearly creepy grin that there's more to the story that what it seems.

When Asad told him he got married, to say he was shocked will be an understatement. He had known Asad for quite a long time, and it's been a while since he'd seen the man take interest in anyone.

So, for him to go home for a break and return with a wife...he wanted to believe the man somehow fell in love.

But, as he stares at them, he knew there's definitely something. Seeing the way Yasmeen is, he could only imagine her becoming the light in Asad's dark life by fire or by force. Yes, she doesn't seem like the type that would give up like that.

And about the trolley...did she just say she was tired? Didn't he offer to help her but she declined it?

For her to ask Asad to take it though, she's playing her cards well—and Imam was enjoying the show. As much as he is though, he knew he needed to give the two time alone so he cleared his throat to gain their attention. It worked, because both of them swiveled their heads to look at him.

"Uhm...I'll get going now." He focused his attention on Asad. Taking a step forward, he tapped the man's shoulder. "Good luck." The man would definitely need it to handle what will come his way.

Asad could only shake his head, but eventually offered his friend a nod.

"Thank you." Yasmeen voiced out, making him spare her a glance and a small smile.

"Don't mention it. I'll see you guys soon." And with a slight wave, he turned around and disappeared somewhere Yasmeen has no idea where it is.

With him gone, she clasped her hands together. "Alright then, let's get going." She then took a few steps forward, only to stop when she realized she has no idea where she's going, and Asad isn't following. Turning around to look at him, she found him still staring at her incredulously.

This woman won't kill him.

She has no idea where to go but she's already heading in whatever direction.

He wanted to see how far she'll go, and luckily for her, she didn't get too far before realizing her mistake.

"Right..." She dragged the word, seeing the look he gave her. Retracing her steps back to where she was initially, she then added. "...lead the way."








~*~







He ended up taking her trolley, not that she would have it any other way. She wanted to rant on their way to his—well, their—apartment, but she truly was exhausted and only wished to see herself there so she could rest.

Much to Asad's luck, the drive home was silent. He prefers it that way. Yasmeen is a chatterbox, which is not something he seems himself getting used to any time soon but will have to learn. Even he could see that she needs rest, but somehow, she still has energy left to bring up issues when she wants to.

Yasmeen couldn't exactly tell how long it took to get there. She was too enthralled by the beauty of it all. She gets to live here? Oh, God. She doubts she would want to return to Nigeria after all this because...ah!

When he pulled up in the parking lot of a building she could only guess is where he stays, her gaze fell on the other cars there—no doubt, belonging to the others residing in the various apartments there.

Asad was the first to get off before she did. By the time she rounded the car, he had already pulled out her trolley, and locked the car. Wordlessly, he then led her to the elevator where they both got in, and then he tapped the 9th floor. With a ding, the doors closed and then, they waited patiently.

When the door dinged again, the doors slid open this time signifying their arrival at the floor. And yet again, he stepped out, dragging her trolley around and she followed closely behind. Walking down the corridor, all she could see were doors that looks exactly the same. If not for the numbers that shows each apartment, she couldn't help but believe she would get lost if she comes back alone.

He came to a stop by yet another identical door. Tapping the keypad, he inserted whatever the pin is and then a beep sound came. His hand then moved to the handle, turning and pushing the door open with a salaam.

She copied his action, closing the door behind her as her eyes instantly took the place where she will be living in for Allah knows how long. Walking past the small corridor, they reached the moderate size living room. It wasn't big or extravagant...but seemingly perfect for one person, or two people to live.

Two L-shaped couches filled one side, facing the curve flat screen TV. On one side, there was a huge curtain that Yasmeen could only guess accompanies the window. A small, glass coffee table sat perched amidst the living room. The small chandelier right above it lit the whole place along with the LED ceiling lights.

Yasmeen didn't get the chance to fully look at the place as Asad took a turn to the right, down another corridor and she could only follow him quietly. There were five doors there, all looking alike—three on one left side, one in the middle, and another by the other right side. He stopped by the third on the left, right beside the one in the middle and then turned to her.

"This is your room. It's already been decorated, but you can change it to suit your liking."

Yasmeen pressed her lips together, nodding as she spared the door a glance. She then blinked, and looked up to meet his eyes. "Wait, so we aren't sharing the same room?" She tried to hide the excitement in her tone. That is the last thing she wants.

Asad doesn't know what exactly to think of, regarding that statement. Nonetheless, he pointed a finger at the door he's standing by, "This is my room." He answered, and was about to drop the topic when he decided to add something.

Crossing his arms over his torso, making that snug uniform make his features stand out yet again, he questioned, his voice dropping. Was it intentional or not? She doesn't know but it did it work well. "--Do you want to stay in there? You're always welcomed." He then offered her a not so innocent smile, only to add; "I can't guarantee leaving though." In a way, he means it—she is always welcomed—but in another, he wanted to see how far she will go.

Is she all talk? Or can she bark too?

Of course, he's simply pulling her leg.

Wherever her mind drifted to, her eyes instantly widened, and without much thought, she blurted out. "Astagfirullah!" Her, stay in the same room with a man? No, nada. No, thank you. Especially Asad? She doesn't trust him, not one bit.

Who knows what would happen?

Living in the same apartment alone is already pushing it.

Remember when she thought he's a kidnapper? Yeah...well, with him saying he won't guarantee her leaving—what if he actually is one and ends up killing her?

It sounds absurd, but hear her out. What if that actually happens? You can never be sure with psychopaths.

Or...what if something else happens?

Subhan Allahi! She was quick to chase away those thoughts with her new slippers. God forbid bad thoughts.

Too flustered to even throw a remark as usual, she all but snatched her trolley out of his hands. In a flash, she had pushed the door to her room open, stepped in, and closed it behind her. She couldn't stand there anymore—not with her mind throwing ideas that aren't normal.

With her out of sight, Asad couldn't help but chuckle. Shaking his head, he came to a conclusion that indeed, there's something that shuts that mouth of hers. He would keep it in mind for the sake of his peace.

Blowing out a small breath, he turned around and retired to his room too—needing a long bath to wear off the hours of work exhaustion and get some shut eye.

Yasmeen on the other hand blew out a shaky breath, her hand reaching to where her heart is only to feel the poor organ beating faster than usual. See, this is honestly not normal. How can he make her feel that way twice, on her first day there?

Iyalawo...it's still her again. Nice one, old woman.

She wanted to brush away those words from her mind, she truly wanted to. But, all she could think about is how she's stuck with this man. Is she safe? Because Asad is after her poor heart, and he doesn't even seem to realize he's doing it.

Reaching her other hand, she patted her burning cheeks and then took in a breath, reminding herself that he is playing a game or whatever. And, she fell right in it.

This is how she'll live the rest of her life? Akwai aiki a gaba.









~*~











Yasmeen loves her new room. It was a bit bigger than that of hers at home, and it certainly is more stunning. She could tell it was renovated though, or do rooms here come like that? Nonetheless, she doubts she would need to change anything. Perhaps, in the future but as of the moment, she loves the way it is.

After she had prayed, she hit the bed and was quick to doze off. How long did she sleep? She wasn't sure but by the time she woke up, it was still dark—so, morning is obviously yet to come. She tried to go back to sleep, but it has evaded her and what more, her stomach was rumbling—reminding her that she hasn't eaten anything aside from the tidbits she had on the plane.

So, still a bit sleep induced, Yasmeen picked up a veil to cover her head loosely with and trudged out of the room in search of something to eat. She was still yet to register what is fully going on in her surrounding, and all she could focus on was getting something to eat.

The hallway was dimly lit, supplying just enough light to walk without disrupting her sleep. She has walked down this path for years, yet something was different about it this time. Did Mama change the lighting or something? She didn't give much thoughts to it.

Dragging her sore body in the direction of the kitchen, she stopped when she reached the living room. The lights were turned off, but the brightness of a certain device lit a particular area. Is Nusaiba on the phone with her husband again in the middle of the night? Yasmeen wondered.

So, with a slight hiss under her breath, she reached her hand out to switch on the lights, but the switch wasn't there. Huh? Where did it go again? She wondered, her hand tapping the spot repeatedly as if that will make the lights magically turn on.

A yawn escapes her parted lips, just in time the lights came. But, she wasn't the one that turned it on. Through her slightly blurry eyes, her gaze instantly fell on the figure on the couch, making a small scream escape her parted lips almost instantly.

"Nashiga uku!" Did the sleep wear off instantly? Yes, it did. Eyes dilated to the maximum, and mouth hung open like a gaping fish, she took a few seconds to register the sight. Then, she blinked repeatedly. "What are you doing in my house?" She questioned, eyes slightly narrowed; a hand on her racing heart.

She nearly had a myocardial infarction.

Asad didn't look up from his Macbook; whatever it is he's doing on it. "I live here." He stated, as if that would snap some sense into her.

And it did.

He lives where again?

"Excuse me, what?" Moving her gaze from him, she looked around the place only to realize she wasn't at home indeed. To be honest, since she woke up, in the back of her mind, she thought she was still in her father's house. Of course, everything was different but she was too sleep induced to give it much thoughts.

So, imagine her surprise to see this man in her house in the middle of the night? Yup, she nearly had a heart attack. Exaggeration intended.

As the sleep wore off, she suddenly remembered everything. "Oh...right." Her voice dropped, just in time her shoulders slumped. So, she just made a fool of herself? Okay.

Nice one village people...nice one.

Iyalawo 1, Yasmeen 0.

Remember that hunger that woke her up? Yasmeen suddenly no longer felt it. Wait, that's a lie. She still is hungry but embarrassment filled her up, and for the nth time that week, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

Clearing her throat slightly, she thought of quietly going back to her room and hope that he won't say a thing more that would make her more embarrassed than she already is.

She should've known that Asad wouldn't do that. Since when has been the one to turn a blind eye? He's still the same man she met under not so favorable conditions.

"I do have a question though..." His voice came, before he looked up so his eyes met hers. "....do you always look like that?" He questioned, his head tilted to the side slightly as he gave her a onceover.

For a brief second, Yasmeen wondered what he meant before she looked down and realization instantly flooded her. Here's the thing; like she's always used to at home, she donned an oversize spongebob top, and baggy matching bright yellow pants that she had to fold up so she won't walk around, dragging it.

What can she say? She likes being comfortable. Why would she bother herself?

That's not the end of it though.

Albeit, she picked up a veil to cover her hair, it was still loosely wrapped. And, that means her hair was half covered now, especially because of the slight jump from earlier due to how startled she was to see him. She has this stubborn curls that are hard to tame. So, she tries to brush through it and tie it up before she sleeps.

But, the scrunchy always ends up somewhere, and her hair always resembles a bird nest. It's exactly that same way at that moment.

And to finish it off, her face. Well, let's just say she looks like a banshee or like her village people.

Realizing how she looks, she looked up to meet his eyes. For a few seconds, they only exchanged looks and when it all dawned on her, she sprinted back to her room in record time.

Shikenan! She thought. Tawa ta qare.












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Not me laughing by the side like mad.

Yasmeen, sis, I feel you! I'm sharing your embarrassment like this. Sannu koh.

Amma Asad did you have to point it out? Kai ma bawan Allah da neman Magana.

Toh, nidai these two won't kill me. I don't think I've ever had characters that are making me laugh like these two. They're giving those in '24 Hours' a run for their money, and that book is comedy.

Yasmeen my love, what will you do now, ehn? If I were you, I'd dig up the ground and bury myself like this. The embarrassment is too much now.

30 chapters to gooo. Yes, I've started counting down. Daman my books are fifty chapters so it's the same here, maybe even less. Who knows?

All I know is, I'm going to laugh my hijabi off because of these two.

Alrice, albeans, good night.

Love, Jannah.  

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