Two months later
Second person p.o.v
Its been two months since khamila and zayn have been trying to put thier relationship on track and to everyones suprise they really did.
On the othe side, jamila struggling with been 4 months pregnant and fahad handling the family business, did i tell you that zayn is a full house husband, oh yes he is,khamila ie enjoying her love life and Hajiya salame is very happy hearing the changes in zayn and his married life she just couldn't wish for more than that.Its a cold Saturday, khamila woke up in the middle and checked her alarm clock which turned out to be off, her phone was also off and she didn't know whatthe time was, she wanted to wake up for tahajjud( mid night prayer)she always had this particular time of waking up every day at 3am to pray,today her phone is off she didn't know the time and didn't even know where she tossed the phone.
She finally decided to go ask zayn,What if he is soundly asleep,khamila just go back to your room
She thought in her head,she didn't even know she was already at his door holding the door knob waiting to twist, she the decide to just let it go and sleep off,as she turned she felt a little dizy which she almost fell but she adjusted her balance,she took another step and felt more dizziness than the last one,she finally turned back to zayn room laid a soft knock on his door.he didn't answer , she knocked again and still nothing she finally gave up and turned to leave when she heard a sob sound coming out from zayns room, she came closer to be sure,she heard it again, this time she didn't knock she just opened the door and went in.
"Yasalam captain..." she exclaimed
Zayn was sitting on the side of his bed sobbing, she looked to his clock and saw it was 2am in the morning,he then quickly cleaned his face looking like he has been crying for the whole night
"What happened capt, did someone die?is everything okay?"
"Nothing" he shrugged
"Come on, tell me why are you crying, a grown up man crying for nothing, oh please"
" it's nothing" he replied this time all cold holding back another sob which betrayed him and escaped , khamila ran to him
" hey hey hey, look at me, zayn are you alright?"She asked all worried
He was silent , she pulled him for a hug and lasted for almost an hour were he wet here pjs with his tears,he finally got tired of crying and finally decided to speak up
"Thank you" he whispered
" okay thats it?',capt what's wrong? Please tell me"she almost pouted but then remembered its a serious situation
"Khamila its me, Wallahi i am soo bad, i am a very bad person khamila, its been a month since Hajiya talked to me, baba don't even want to see my face, khamila my brother don't want to look st me, khamila everyone hates me because of what I did to you, and whats hurting me the most, is that you the person i hurted ended up loving me.khamila everything is soo messed up, i am done I just wish i can take my own li..." she cuts in, by putting her hands on his lips
"Subahanallah capt, why are you saying stuffs like this?Why are you saying this, zayn be it every one hates you, you have Allah he doesn't hate you ,believe me I don't hate you , fatiha , fahad and hajiya , nobody hate you my love, just cheer up for me please"
"Khamila its not easy, its not easy for me to know i have offended the one woman i love the most, hajiya doesn't pick my call, and Alhaji dont get me started on him, he blocked my number khamila, that means i am dead to them, this is eating me up, and here you are instead of hating me you love me immensely khamila, what did i do to deserve you?"zayn paused
"Thank you so much" he added
" capt please stop, again nobody hates you and everything will be back in place, you are not supposed to be crying you know, you are supposed to pray, tell Allah your problems zayn, ask for his forgiveness, Allah never gets tired of hearing of pleas."
" okay"Zayn went to the bathroom and perform his ablution and assembled back to the room where khamila has already spread the prayer mat, and kept the quran beside her.
After they prayed four raakats with two salam,he rested his head on the bed and prayed silently while he allowed the tears to stream down his face.30 mins past and they are still in same position.
" can you do me a favor khamila?" Zayn asked
" sure capt, what do you want?"
" can you recite the quran for me?"
" zayn i am not a good reader capt."
" I heard you the other day, dont say no please"
" okay"
Khamila adjusted her sitting position and decided to read suratul 'Rahman' for him, her voice calm him down , zayn didn't really know the meaning of the verses but he found his self being calm and feeling all the pain he was feeling subsiding...
" sadakallahul azeem" khamila said whn she read the last verse of the holy book
" jazakhallahu khairan khamila" zayn looked at her and side hugged her, they remained there same spot same positions, khamila feeling overwhelmed and zayn smiling down at the holy quran,
They finally adjusted there sitting position back to the nude colored sofa in zayns room, with zayn holding the quran and decided to read a little too, he finished then turned to khamila smiling " what?" She asked
" nothing, i am just lucky I have you in my life, thank you soo much, I forgot when last i recited.thank you khamila"
He smiled at her, and she also gave him a sparkling smile." mr ameer you do know i will melt if you keep staring right??"
"What can i do, i have found love"
" where?" She asked
" here" he replied and was still smil at her
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Later that day
Khamila was in the kitchen making chicken potatoes soup when she felt like someone was staring at her, she clearly knew zayn went out for a stroll,she didn't know when he got back, she murmured her dua and turned holding her spatula ready to go for the hit, and zayn caught it
" you scared me"she gasped
" you look beautiful" he said
" when did you get back?"
" just a while ago, what are you cooking it smells nice"
" just nice"
" okay delicious"
" it's chicken soup"
" oh wow, guess we have to keep it for dinner" he said
" why?"
" we are eating outside."
" wow zayn, to what do i owe this nice gesture"
" lets we are say paying for not having romantic dinner, and dates before we got married, we are paying each and every missed part of it miss"
" okay where are we going"
" the garden , just across the street"
" seriously?" She asked not so delighted
" wait this you see it miss ameer"
" cant wait"Khamila and zayn left for the location, it's daylight and not so sunny but a great weather to have a cute lunch date, they finally finished eating and khamila suddenly remembered fatiha
"oh my God zayn"
" what"
" fatiha, we didn't tell her we went out"
" oh please, I thought its something , she will figure it out, and did i tell you green looks nice on you?"
" and you look good in milk zayn"
" how about habibi or something romantic babe"
" oh we are giving nicknames? Well i gave you captain"
" it sounds formal"
" okay habibi, or gidado am"
"okay now you are using a fulani nickname?, what does it mean and i love it"
" its means my love"
" cant you just save yourself the stress and say my love instead"
" I want to call you gidado am, gidado"she added
He stared at her and blurted
" I...thank you khamila"
" I have being hearing that for 2 months now "
He side hugged her and they continued there lovey dovey doveyy•••••
This two will sure be the death of me😩when did zayn become this soft, i miss Asma they are too happy for me,i think asma should be back dont you think?
And khamila dizziness huh, are you thinking what i am thinking ??????
Wellll lets dive into jamila and fahad what do you think?
As for me
I will soon drop my iv you are all invited to the wedding and please come along with the groom for me, tell him he is taking long😭😩Ghost readers i hail una
I lovee you all
Xoxo
Milarh___xx
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