Sacred Love ✅

14

Bida, GRA

Mujahid! Mujahid! Mujahid heard Aliyah hollering his name. Aliyah furiously walked to the kitchen and quickly turned off the gas.
Mujahid! Aliyah thundered.
Mujahid promptly flutter his eyes open.

Are you Okay? You fall asleep while cooking. Do you want to burn the house? Aliyah fired.
I'm sorry, I'm so tired that is why I fell asleep. Mujahid muttered.
You haven't done anything and you are tired.
You will eat this burnt food and prepare another one for me. Aliyah muttered in an authoritarian voice.

Aliyah, this food has completely burned I can't eat it. Mujahid muttered opening the pot of rice.
Who are you to tell me what you will eat? Aliyah muttered and slapped Mujahid.

Mujahid was flabbergasted beyond shocked.
Aliyah, you slapped me? Mujahid muttered with wide-eyed and mouth agape.
Yes, what will you do? Will you slap me back? Aliyah fired.

I'm your husband. How can you slap me? Mujahid muttered blinking back his tears.
You are no more the husband in this house but I. Aliyah muttered with an evil smirk.
Will you do what I ask you to do or I do the worst thing to you? Aliyah muttered.

I will. Mujahid muttered.
Good. You are such a lovely husband. Aliyah muttered and pecked Mujahid on his lip.
I will be expecting the food by 8 am. Aliyah muttered.

Mujahid shook his head after Aliyah left the kitchen.
He walked to the cabinet and opened it then took out ten Irish potatoes. He peeled them and sliced them with a knife.
Mujahid wash them off with a sprinkle of salt then turn on the gas cooker.
He placed the pan on the gas and poured a little content of oil into it.

Mujahid fry the Irish then make scrambled eggs.
He prepares tea for Aliyah.
Mujahid quickly puts some on the plate. He quickly eats it up despite how hot it is but he doesn't care at the moment.
Mujahid finished eating the Irish and washed the plate then wiped off his mouth with the wipe so that Aliyah wouldn't find out he had eaten some.

Mujahid arranged them on the tray and saunter out of the kitchen.
He walks to the living room where Aliyah is sitting typing on her phone.
Sweetheart, your breakfast is ready. Mujahid muttered.
Aliyah glanced at him and continued typing on her phone laughing at what she is doing.

Aliyah, your breakfast is ready. Mujahid muttered again.
If you don't know where to keep it, drop it on my head. Aliyah muttered glaringly.
Mujahid shakes his head and drops the tray on the table.

Have you eaten that food? Aliyah asks him.
Yes. Mujahid muttered curtly.
He turns to leave but Aliyah stops him.
Mujahid, where are you going to? Aliyah asks him.
I'm going to my room to prepare for work. I'm getting late. Mujahid muttered.

You will not go to work today. My friends are coming over and I want you to prepare what they will eat. Aliyah muttered.
Babe, why are you doing this to me? Have I ever wrong you? Mujahid asks Aliyah.

No, you didn't. But I want you to be a good husband material. You know I love you right? Aliyah muttered with a smile.
Common baby, I'm not tormenting you. I love you. Come here let's eat this together. Aliyah said to Mujahid with a smile.

No, thank you. Mujahid muttered and started walking upstairs.
I know you didn't eat the food and you ate some chips. I'm watching everything you are doing in this house because I have two eyes at the back of my head. Aliyah muttered taking the chips to her mouth with the folk.