Chapter 12.
S's P.
"Shall we?", We head inside.
Masha Allah.
The house it so huge and spacious from inside, beautifully decorated with shiny Marbelous flour and ceiling with small crystallic chandeller, modern lights stuck on the sides of the wall.
Cosy sofas everything about here is grey and white and a huge T.v hung on the wall infront of sofas, with long stairs on both sides.
"I hope you like it", He says staring at me as i roll my eyes.
"I'll never take this as home", I grumble as he clench his jaws.
"Lemme show you your room", He lead the way as Alinah's yawning on his shoulder.
"Alinah come", I extend my hand as she jumps on my arms and lay her head on my shoulder.
Youseff stares at me biting his lower lips.
"Here", He opened the big white door as a huge room..
Wait, Everything about here it's huge so never mind. Sighs*.
A king size bed with a huge space and sides are the some two sofas and a table in mid a dressing table with small drawers beside the bed.
This only one room is equal to my entire house.
Everything about in here it darked coloured with cream and brown nude.
I like the colour combinations tho.
But can't get warmly and homely feeling in my home.
"Mommy", I look at Alinah staring widely at the room.
"You wanna get down?", I ask her as she nod twinklin her big doe eyes.
"Alinah come", Youseff takes Alinah somewhere leaving me in here.
'What's use of big house?.
Someone can feel lonely in a small place and this?.
No matter how big the cage is it's still remains to be a cage.
I sound of a door closing made me turn and find youseff leaning against the door.
"How did you like our room?", He take steps closer to me as i cross my arms over my chest.
"You are my wife and you do know what that means", He smirks.
"It all your dream Youseff, don't expect me to do what you want cause all you gonna get is No", I raise my voice.
"I am not your wife", I say abit cooly as he came close.
"Say what you want but i am gonna take what's mine", He caress my cheeks as i push his hands away.
"Stop it Youseff", I again push his hands as he grabs my waist and pull me close.
"Youseff lemme go", I try to push him as he buries his head on my neck.
"Shit! Sumaiyah", He murmmers snuggling onto me as i try hard to push him.
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