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CHAPTER 18.

Dianna

The music box was filling the emptiness in my heart and my small house. It was the melody I never could get enough of. A cordial smile formed on my lips, waiting for my husband to come back home. He was taking a long time today and I wasn't blaming him. The local market was in rush today, he must be stuck somewhere. Small streets where people can't even walk, tiny stalls and shops make them even narrow to move and if vehicles pass by so it took people more than half an hour to get out of it including vehicle.

I just prayed he came back safely.

My chain of thoughts broke when the door opened after a small cracking sound of wood. I smiled, ear to ear. " As-salamu Alaykum. " I greeted him, who just entered. His scent filled the room our small heaven. A fresh scent of cheap soap, and fainted colors' but for me, it was rich and expensive.

" Wa-alaykum s-salam. " He greeted back, his tone was cheerful and full of love. My cheek heated up with the mere thought, he was staring at me. I heard a sound, probably he was putting the remaining paintings in the corner. I felt a little worried, that not all of them were sold.

" Don't worry, only two remain. I'll sell them tomorrow, inshallah. " His soft tone and confidence, make me feel at ease. I nodded before standing up from the place. I pour water into a glass and walked back to the mattress which was the only place to sit, he was probably there.

" Are you tired? " I asked before searching for him, but he took the glass from my hand.

" Not much, come sit with me. " He said, tenderly and I obeyed taking place beside him. " It seems like you love the music box more than my expectations. " That was when I noticed, it was still open and the melody was still echoing through the walls of the room along with our ears. I hummed before searching for it, a hand came forward and give me the box making my smile even wider.

" It's precious to me. " I whispered, closing the box. At the time, my hair was brushed by him as he stroked the string, fixing it behind my ear. My heart bloomed at the tender touch, it was strange that even after six months of marriage I melt in his small touch and word. Always it felt like the first time.

" Dianna, " He called my name in worry, maybe my smile was slipping. " Are you happy? " I snap my head up, with little anger. How could he even doubt that I'm not happy? I really don't know why he was insecure about it again and again.

" Eden. I told you so many times. I'm happy. I can't even describe how much you mean to me. Why you always ask? "

" I don't know, I'm just scared to disappoint you. You know, we're facing problems that you don't deserve to face. Sometimes I think if I never had taken you with me then your life could be less hard and probably happier. But at the same time, It hurts to even think you are apart from me. I'm selfish but not that much to deny your life should be...." I search for his face and rested my finger over his lip, preventing him to speak further.

" Eden, I don't know what you want me to say but I'm happy and my life isn't hard it's just a phase of life. We'll pave the way. " I clutched his hand and bring it to my chest where my heart was beating, for him.

" We'll. " I heard him say, a smile peeking through at his tone.

There was a confronting silence for a while.

I was about to speak something but a gasp escaped, instead. The only thing I remember was Eden. His lip. His hands. His breaths. His heart beats. His everything.

" Eden. " My breaths were heavy and soaking with the touch. His touch. As we were laying on the bed, naked. He hovered over me and I clutched his shoulder tightly. His mouth dip to the crook of my neck and kissed me there.