Married To A Captain

Chapter 18

Muhammad and Fatima sauntered along the sandy shores of Beijing, their feet sinking into the warm grains with each step. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over everything it touched.

As they walked, they spotted a group of surfers riding the waves in the distance. Fatima's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Hey, Dan sarki, what do you say we give surfing a shot?" she suggested, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

Muhammad chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Sure, why not? Let's see if we can stay on the boards longer than a couple of seconds."

They rented a pair of surfboards and waded into the crystal-clear waters, the cool sea breeze ruffling their clothes.

But as they attempted to catch a wave, Fatima lost her balance, sending them both tumbling into the water with a splash.

They surfaced, sputtering and laughing, their wet hair plastered to their faces."Whoops! Looks like we need a bit more practice," Fatima admitted, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Muhammad grinned, splashing water playfully. " Ke ce dai Baki iya ba and kuma practice makes perfect, right?Let's give it another go."

They paddled back out, their laughter mingling with the sound of the crashing waves. The scene was too beautiful and loving.This time, they managed to catch a wave, riding it towards the shore with shouts of Fatima and joy.

As they reached the shallows, Muhammad helped Fatima off her board, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of pure happiness and bliss.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.

Fatima's heart swelled with happiness as she looked at Muhammad, her hand finding his as if by instinct. "I'm so glad we're here together, experiencing all of this," she murmured, her voice soft with emotion.

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ithout a word, Muhammad leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Fatima's lips.
There was a sweetness to the kiss, like the taste of ripe strawberries on a warm summer day.

An undeniable electricity between them, a simmering heat that ignited their passion. His kiss was a tantalizing blend of desire and longing, sending shivers down Fatima's spine as she melted into his embrace.

It was a moment filled with sweetness and warmth, a simple yet powerful gesture that spoke volumes.As Muhammad slowly withdrew from the kiss, he savored the moment, his lips lingering on Fatima's before parting.

Feeling a rush of shyness, Fatima instinctively buried her face in his neck.Muhammad loosened her scarf, allowing her hair to tumble down in a cascade of softness.

His fingers gently traced through her hair, each strand a tender caress against his skin. Leaning in, he placed a kiss upon her hair, his lips brushing against the silky strands with affection.

But overwhelmed by her bashfulness, Fatima playfully pushed him away, a mischievous giggle escaping her lips as she turned and darted off, her laughter filling the air.

Muhammad watched her go, his heart brimming with something undescribable.

As Muhammad caught up with Fatima, she kept running until he gently stopped her.

He helped her tie her headtie, his touch tender as they shared a moment together. In that instant, all Muhammad wanted was to enjoy the simple joy of being with her before any troubles came their way.

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Muhammad and Fatima walked together through the lively streets of Beijing until they arrived at the art gallery they were excited to visit.

Inside, they were greeted by a vibrant array of artworks that caught Fatima's eye, leaving her in awe."It's so beautiful," she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder.

Muhammad beamed with pride, glad to be experiencing this with her. They wandered through the gallery, admiring each piece, with Muhammad taking pictures of Fatima as she admired the art.

"Muhammad, enough with the pictures!" Fatima giggled, blushing a little at the attention.

But Muhammad couldn't resist capturing her beauty on camera. They stumbled upon a captivating exhibit and decided to take a photo together, their happiness evident in their smiles.

Snap, Koh ince kilit.

As they exited the gallery, the lively energy of Beijing's streets enveloped them once more, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the cityscape.

Arm in arm, Muhammad and Fatima strolled leisurely, relishing the afterglow of their art-filled afternoon.
Muhammad and Fatima wandered to a nearby bakery, enticed by the smell of freshly baked doughnuts.

They bought a couple and found a bench to sit and enjoy them.Fatima took a bite of her doughnut, savoring the sweet taste as a smear of cream clung to her lips.

Muhammad noticed and reached over, gently wiping it away with his thumb, his touch tender and affectionate. Fatima smiled gratefully, feeling a rush of warmth.

"Thank you," Fatima murmured, her voice soft with appreciation. Muhammad smiled, his eyes sparkling with tenderness. "Anything for you, my dear," he replied, his thumb lingering on her lips for a moment longer before he withdrew his hand.

With a contented sigh, Fatima took another bite of her doughnut, savoring the sweetness as they continued to enjoy their afternoon together.

Later that night, Muhammad brought up Fatima's schooling, mentioning their upcoming three-month stay in Maiduguri before heading to London.
Fatima nodded silently, lost in her thoughts. Without saying a word, she got up and went to bed.

At dawn, Muhammad gently tried to wake Fatima for their morning exercise, but she refused, groggily resisting his efforts.

Determined to get her moving, he resorted to pouring cold water on her, hoping it would shake her awake. Fatima jolted up in anger, shooting him an annoyed glare before begrudgingly getting ready.

They left their hotel and began their jog, but Fatima quickly grew tired, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She stopped to catch her breath, sitting on a nearby bench while Muhammad continued his run.

When he finished, he returned to the bench, expecting to find her there, but she was nowhere to be seen.Panicked, Muhammad rushed back to the hotel, hoping to find Fatima there, but she was not in their room.

Fear gnawed at his gut as he realized she was missing. Frantically, he searched the hotel, calling out her name, but there was no sign of her.
His wife was gone.

Ramadan Mubarak!

Jama'a wai na baceeee!!! Allah karabani da wahala😅

Dun!!!! dun!!!! dun!!!! Matar captain tabace..Abunta.

Atunaninku ina taje? Who can guess?

It's so surprising at the rate Ramadan ke gudu, Allah ya sa mudace, ya amsa mana Kuma.

May Allah bless our lives with barakah and Noor. Ya gafarta mana kurakurenmu, yabiya mana buqantunmu.

Please do include me in your prayers. Jazakumullahu Khairan as you do so.

Allah yabiya mana gabaki Daya.

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