𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮

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JAMIL KHALIL'S RESIDENCE,
JABI.
JANUARY, 2022.

Jamilah had slept in, remaining in bed long after Jamil had gone out for work.

The quietness of the house didn't do anything to quell the noise in her head.

For one, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the mirror.

She kept looking at herself, staring at herself too see if they were any changes.

But while she hadn't noticed any difference in her appearance, she certainly felt different.

She couldn't help but replay the events of the previous nights.

How did the entangling of mouths make someone lose their senses?!

Everytime she replayed the kiss she'd had with Jamil, her skin would flare with goosebumps.

She couldn't help glance at the clock throughout the day as she busied herself with cleaning the house.

She hoped Jamil would round up whatever work he had quickly, that he would come home early.

Her thoughts caused embarrassment to clothe her, but she couldn't deny that she wanted Jamil to come home.

She couldn't help but think that the concept of honeymoons weren't as ludicrous as she'd once thought.

When the females in her father-in-law's house had teased her about it after her nikkah, she couldn't quite grasp why people would want to seclude themselves far from everyone else.

Sure, in theory, they'd explained it to her......and what an awkward moment it had been.

But in reality, it'd seemed like it was unnecessary.

But now......

Now, she would like nothing more than her, Jamil, and his pair of lips secluded from the rest of the world, especially before her sessions resumed.

Her therapist had taken some time off because of the wedding preparations, but she'd resume sessions with her before the week ran out.

***
Jamilah was becoming bored at home.

The phone Jamil had left for her just collected dust, she still hadn't grasped most of its uses.

Most of the time, she was at the gazebo. It was a replica of the one in the Khalil residence, just a bit smaller since their space wasn't as large.

The only difference was that in theirs, Jamil had put fish in the opposing fountain.

The fish were beautiful, mostly having hues of red and orange but some of them had dots of blue on them.

Jamilah sat there, book in hand. She only left when she had to pray, use the toilet or eat, and then she'd come right back to finish her stories.

She'd got a good grasp of her words now, and even without knowing some words, she found that she understood them when she saw them in the texts.

When the sun was beginning to set, and it was becoming increasingly harder to make out the words, Jamilah went back inside.

And when she looked at the time again, her giddiness returned.

She spent a longer time in the tub, only getting up when her fingers started to prune.

Her hands combed through her tresses, detangling them before she finished up with the comb.

When she'd finished all she had to do, she slipped into a comfortable white gown.....the one that looked prettiest.

And then, she went to the living room, waiting by the chair closest to the door.