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50~ Just A Month!

Habiba's POV:

I got up early today feeling naturally happy; the weather was nice, my mood was in check, and I would affirm that I was glad to return to my matrimonial room, where I truly belonged, just as Grandma quoted.

I stood gazing at my reflection in the mirror, turning from side to side, I observed I'd gained weight just by the look of my puffy cheeks.

"Ma'am, where should I keep these?" Emma walked up to me with piles of books that were struggling to remain in her hands.

"Drop it by the shelf, I will arrange them later myself."

"Okay, I'm done packing, what else can I do?" She asks.

"Nothing, leave the rest to me, you can have the rest of the day to yourself."

"Thanks," She mutters yawning out of exhaustion.

Tracing all my things brought back to the room, I realized I had emptied my belongings while leaving, only a few of my things were left back in the room.

Najib had left early for the office even before I woke up, and since then, I've been busy packing back to the room with the help of Emma.

I began to gather my things off the floor to where they belonged while humming a song.

I'd replaced everything where they belonged, leaving my pile of books behind.

"I need his permission to stack this." I hummed to myself and began to dust everywhere, which looked occupied with dust.

I ended up engaging in in-room sanitation, and by the time I was done, the room looked new and sparkling clean. while cleaning, I found his broken wristwatch still lying where I'd kept it.

I picked it up, recalling that I had planned to repair it; tucking it into my school bag, I decided to repair it later today.

I just rounded up cleaning and glancing at the clock; it says 2; I decided to shower and take a nap.

Feeling lazy and tired, I dragged my feet to the bathtub, once I got in, I scanned everywhere like it was my first time seeing the bathroom, which made the memories of our moments together in the bathroom flood back.

I felt my cheeks burn as I recall him bathing me after we had Sex.

"My first." I beamed at my thought while grabbing my sponge and shower gel to bathe.

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Najib's POV:

"Zaitun, you can't keep throwing tantrums, and I had warned you not to get involved with that home wrecker, didn't I?"

"You don't get to order me around, and so I'm now the one throwing tantrums, huh, Najib? You don't see your actions but you question my reactions?!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take her name, and isn't this topic old?"

"It isn't!" She retorts.

"And You can't tell me not to get involved with Aunty; she is the only one who genuinely cares for me in this house; you no longer care, so why shouldn't I share my pain with the only person who understands me?"

"You're mistaken; she doesn't care for you; she only uses people, and please stop this; I love you, and I care for you."

"No, you don't care for me, and neither do you love me; it seems you've diverted all your love and attention to that village wife of yours... She burst halfway into tears.

Zaitun has always been a crybaby in every situation, and it gets on my nerves just like now.

"Zaitun listens, will you?"