IN TWENTY ONE DAYS

66; CHANCE.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"Why did you have to go see him without me?" Amir kvetch, his hands gliding up and down her knee to her toes as she complained about the dull ache.

"I had to see him before he leaves. This is a one time opportunity for him and I'm never going back to New Zealand so, I did have go." She shrugged with a cheeky smile which he could only shake his head at trying to hide his jealousy.

"Well, continue praising him in my presence. I also get jealous, you know." He lowered his eyes down to her feet so she won't see the possessiveness that blared in his eyes. Seriously, he's been trying to suppress his feelings since she told him about going to meet her so called foreigner. It doesn't matter whether they share the same religion or not, he does not like her with other men, periodt.

"Wait, raise up your head. C'mon, Amirr." She drawled, taking her feet away from his lap and scooted closer to his side, using both her hands to risen up his head so they could stare into one another's eyes. She saw the jealousy and possessiveness in his eyes, very fierce and dangerous like peril.

"Can you see that? It happens whenever I see you with another man, the past or present, it still does." She knows what he means with the past and present. He meant when she was with Mika'il, she gulped down, her eyes still meandering around his. Her breathing is now shallow because for some odd reasons, it turns her on seeing that immense intense jealousy in his eyes. He is was more jealous than Mika'il, far more.

His jealousy is on another level, she can see that in his eyes making her wonder how he's managed to suppress it when she was with Mika'il.

"I didn't know. I'll take note from now on but it doesn't mean I also don't get jealous. Since it's time to confess, I don't like how those girls were flirting with you during Murad's sword crossing." She rasped, her hands moving to her lap like an obedient student but she is still looking in his eyes. It showed blazing hatred for those girls, it brought a wide grin to his lips in an instant.

"Oh, I didn't know my wife was jealous. Ha, you should've told me and I would've shooed them away immediately." His hand wound around her waist and brought her closer to his strong body. She sighed in contentment and breath out. She loves when they confess what the other person did wrong, it's always memorable. And makeup sex, superb!

They've had couple fights two times already and all of them are irrelevant. First, because she left the house in the morning without telling him for it has slipped her mind to do so leaving him home with Anaan. That was the day Murad dropped the bomb of getting married to Hanan on their mother and she couldn't handle it so she called her. She left the house while he was asleep, forgot her phone at home. He was worried shitless about her when he awoke to Anaan's loud cry from the monitor beside him. He called her mother to inform her that she isn't home when he found out she was there at her house.

When she came back, he couldn't stop scolding her even if he wanted to. The worry and concern was palpable in his eyes as he kept going on and on about it for a whole hour. She apologized a whole lot before resulting to seducing him to bed for a makeup sex which worked perfectly. The guy is always insecure, he worries a lot.

And the last time was when she got mad a girl called him up from his college to 'congratulate' on his marriage so when Bushra took the call first, he was in the bathroom, she heard the girl calling him Maan and she lost it whole. Her head literally banged at the sound of the pet name she gave her husband and the fact that her ex-husband was given that name by her. She hung up the phone and instantly started yelling at the top of her voice, he galloped out of the bathroom immediately to see her yelling.