AREEZAH✔️

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Areezah's point of view.

I don't know how I'm facing him when I woke up but I sure as hell don't want to leave this mini bliss, at least let me spend some thirty minutes more. Despite the Air from the AC being too much, I still didn't want to unhook myself from Jameel's comforting arms. Sure his body provided heat in the early night but he he also seems to be getting cold now.

Maybe I'll have to get up afterall. I don't want my husband boyfriend to catch a cold or even worse become sick.

Reluctantly and steadily, I untangled myself from Jameel and switched off the AC, the room would take at least five hours to get warm. We could switch it on after. Or He, since this isn't my room basically. I took one last look at Jameel and drape the blanket over him before leaving his room making sure not to make any sound.

I find myself in my bathroom performing ablution, I guess I woke up on time since I havent heard the call of Adhan. As if on cue, it was called.

I had wanted to wake Jameel but it was too cute of a sight seeing him sleep peacefully. But I definitely have to wake him up now.

"Jameel," I call softly patting his shoulder in the process. He stirs and turn before saying "Hmm."

Such a heavy sleeper.

"Jameelll," I drawl like a kid this time and didn't even get a reaction from him.

"Jameel!" This time, I yelled like someone who is really offended and his eyes went flying open.

"So only a shriek can wake my husband boyfriend up?" I tease as he rubs his eyes.

"We have like 10 minutes before the prayer," I warn him as he groggily stretches Jameel Isn't a morning person at all.

"I'm not that hard to wake, you could easily wake me by giving me a peck," he said in his hoarse voice while tapping his cheeks for gestures.

"I had called you twice, you only stirred if I had pecked you you wouldn't even make a move." I say almost defensively, ignoring the thoughts that wants to invade my mind about me pecking him so early in the morning.

"I don't know but trust me I'd always prefer a peck while being woken up." He dismisses before going into the bathroom.

I didn't want to think too much over his words. Before I could go back to my room he was already out of the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" He asks me adjusting the rolled up bunch of clothes over his arms.

"To pray,"

"Let's pray together." He suggests, the fact that Jameel isn't demanding at all makes me smile. He hasn't forced me to do anything ever since my stay here.

"Okay." I didn't have a reason to deny.

Jameel took his time to pray, that too gently while I follow suit. Both of us read out the Qur'an out taking turns, he had complimented my voice and I did thesame. He denied the compliment, saying that his voice is too deep and I told him I liked it like that.

He laughed at that and whispered 'how can a lady make me blush with a small compliment' To I which I pretended not to hear, I didn't want to embarrass him further.

I'm now standing at my big kitchen, neatly tidied by me seconds ago. I owe it to Haj Fatima for teaching me how to manage my kitchen and all.

Just as I was rummaging through the top drawer for spices, I hear footsteps and the owner who I assume is Jameel walks in. Not like there's any other person apart from me and him.