Abuja, Nigeria.
There are certain situations in life that make you wish the ground would open up and swallow you. This was exactly the case for Jalilah, who was certain she had stained the ash-colored bedsheet with her menstrual blood.
Meanwhile, Jalal was standing in front of her, completely unaware of her predicament, extending his hands to help her out of bed and guide her to her room.
"Um... Ya Jalal... I..."
"What's the matter, Jalilah? Is it the pain again?" he asked, concern lacing his features.
"No... it's not the pain... actually, I still don't want to get out of bed."
"It's already 10 a.m., and you haven't had your breakfast. I also remember you didn't eat dinner last night. Do you want to get sick?"
"No, Ya Jalal... I'm not hungry right now."
"Listen, Jalilah, you're getting out of that bed now and having your breakfast. You might joke with your health, but I can't risk it," he said firmly.
The next thing Jalilah knew, she was swept off her feet, and she tightly shut her eyes, silently crying in embarrassment. *Ya Allah.*
However, Jalal's eyes lingered on the stained spot for a moment before he refocused on her closed eyes. He chuckled softly, making her immediately open her eyes, but she quickly looked away when their gazes met.
Jalal could easily imagine how embarrassed she must be feeling, so he gently carried her to his bathroom, placing her in the bathtub.
"Take your bath and come downstairs for breakfast," he said. She nodded, her face crimson red.
As he was about to exit the bathroom, she called out to him.
"Um... this is your bathroom, Ya Jalal... I don't have my loofah here."
"There are three loofahs," he replied. "I use the two dark ones, but the blue one is a spare... I guess you'll be more comfortable using the spare."
"Oh! how I would love to use yours, Ya Jalal," she whispered to herself with a shy smile.
"You can use it all you want, Jalilah... I have no problem with that," he chuckled, then quickly left.
Oh no! He didn't just hear me! Jalilah groaned.
Meanwhile, Jalal changed the bedsheet with a fresh one and tossed the stained one into the washing machine in Jalilah's bathroom. He then went downstairs to reheat the breakfast he had made for them.
When Jalilah finished her bath, she joined him downstairs, and they had a peaceful breakfast together.
"I'm impressed! How did you learn to cook, Ya Jalal? This tastes amazing," Jalilah gushed, making him chuckle.
"During my university days... I used to cook sometimes."
"Mashaa Allah, you're a great cook! Husband material one thousand yards!" she teased, and he almost laughed.
"What's that?" he asked.
"It's our girl's thing," she replied with a laugh.
"Ya Jalal... won't you go to the office today?" she asked after a while.
"Nah... I'm working from home today."
"Sounds great! I can't wait to start university, Ya Jalal... I'm getting bored staying at home all the time," she pouted, and Jalal's gaze wandered to her lips, remembering their first kiss. Oh, how soft and sweet they were.
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