Married To The Gateman

17: A Morning Promise

He walked back into the room with the rosary in his hand while he supplicated. He found her curled up on the bed as she slept the way he left her before he went to the mosque. Well, maybe not exactly the way he left her. Because he would say he was both amused and surprised when he found her head resting on his shoulder when he woke up, and he knew even if he was going to tell this to her she would keep on arguing with him until they fight about it. Mujaheed softly shook his head and moved to the bed, "Fareeda," he called out, and she didn't move a flinch.

He sat down beside her while he stared at her sleeping face, she looked so peaceful. She looked calm and innocent as well. Well, if he could be a little true to himself, he could say that she looked cute that he didn't want to wake her up if not she hadn't prayed. He tapped her shoulder, "Fareeda, you should wake up, okay? It's past praying time."

She softly groaned and mumbled, "Will you please leave me alone? I'm so tired."

"Fareeda, you have to wake up. I'm already back from the mosque. You can sleep all you want after you're done praying."

"I'll do that when I wake up. Will you please leave me alone?" She mumbled softly and pulled the duvet up to her face. Mujaheed knew for sure being soft on this girl wouldn't yield a good thing, he might have to act a little tough on her.

He pulled the duvet away from her body and seeing that her gown had lifted up as well, revealing her thighs, he quickly threw it over her body and groaned, pinching the bridge between his eyes. "Fareeda, you should wake up this minute or else I'll have no choice but to take you to the bathroom myself, okay?" He called out strictly and he saw as she squeezed her eyes.

"Will you please let me sleep? You're really annoying me this morning, Mujaheed." She said through gritted teeth, not even making an attempt to wake up.

"You've left me with no choice then, because there's no way I'll let you sleep without praying, Fareeda." He leaned forward to where she was laying down and lifted her head into his hands, he fixed her glass on her and she sluggishly opened her eyes on his face. "Good morning," he voiced out softly, because seeing her eyes as fresh and soothing s they were after she woke up was the best thing he had ever seen in his whole life.

She was still being held by him whence adjusted the glass and her lips naturally curled into a pout, "What is this, Mujaheed? I had a long day yesterday, won't you let me sleep, please?" She softly begged, her voice sounding as mellifluous as Mujaheed had always known it to be. But this morning voice was something he had never heard.

He lifted her and she sat upright before he pulled his hands away from her, because holding her at the proximity might cause something he didn't want to happen in his life. "Stand up and go perform your ablution, the sky is already turning to blue, Fareeda. You want Allah to set your affairs right, don't you?" He asked, and she rolled her eyes lazily at him before she pulled her legs down, pulling her gown to cover up her thighs, he quickly took his eyes away.

She didn't say anything to him as she walked to the bathroom and after she came out, she met him on the sofa as he read the Qur'an silently in his mind. She quickly prayed, and all her thoughts were nothing but how she would go back to sleep, whatever was happening currently in her life could wait, couldn't it?

"Wait, what are you doing?" He asked when he saw her taking her hijab off as she tried to hop back on the bed. She rolled her eyes at him, what did it look like she was going to do for Allah's sake?

"I'm going to sleep, what else should I do? Watch you as you read the Qur'an or what? Will you please take yourself out of my affairs and let me live my life, Mujaheed?" He asked, and Mujaheed just stared at her. She stood up, folded the hijab and the praying mat before she hopped on the bed and laid down, pulling up the duvet to her chest.