From tears to tiara

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"By the way, where were you staying all this while." I asked.
"My guesthouse." He muttered nonchalantly.

"Haba, Khalifa, what would people think of me? Why on earth would you stay in a guesthouse? It's called guesthouse for a reason." I uttered.

"I wanted to give you enough to think." He paused typing and locked his gaze with mine.

"Khalifa communication is the key in every marriage. We shouldn't run from our problems."

"You sound sensible, whoa, I'm proud of you."

"Khalifa." I glared at him.
He chuckled before he continued typing.

Khalifa later rounded up his work so that we could go home.

"Khalifa, my car is here."
"Don't worry, just give me the keys. I'll ask my PA to bring it."

"Male or female." I placed my hands on my waist.
He rubbed his temple before replying.
"Female." I scoffed.

"I can't believe you have a female assistant, do you know how many books I read where the PA ends up with the boss, Khalifa girls are not to be trusted and there's no way that girl would drive my car."

"Ok, if that's the case, I'll send somebody to bring it, a MALE to be specific."
I smiled before handing him the keys.

"Sir, are you leaving? I just compiled the new project." A lady in her 20s approached us.

"Is she your PA." I asked, and he nodded.

"Good day mame, you look absolutely beautiful in person."
I was frowning at first, but I ended up smiling because of her compliment.

"Thank you." I smiled at her.
"Send it to my email." Khalifa said directly to the girl.
"Ok, sir."

"Can I still give her the car?" He asked.
"No." I answered back sharply.

I asked Khalifa to stop at a supermarket because I wanted to buy fish.

The moment we got home, I changed. I really don't like wearing ankara for a very long time, especially if it's in the house. I usually wear tank tops, baggy shirts, crop tops, sweatpants, or shorts.
Those are my stay at home clothes.

Today, I wore my usual tank top with shorts. So I saw a grilled fish on Instagram, and that fish really looked good. I don't like fish. In fact, I hate fish, but still, I decided to make it for my darling husband.

I started by placing my zobo on heat, I added pineapple, lemon juice, cinnamon sticks, and cloves.

I burnt some Bakhur in the house before starting. I tied my apron, and I made sure to wear gloves. In my defense, I don't want my hand to smell.

I placed my phone on the wall so that I could video everything.

"What is my princess making."
"Good, you're here. Please be my camera man." I pouted and repeatedly battled my eyelashes.

"Ok, fine." He said defeatedly.

After washing the fish, I pat it to dry and then add olive oil on both sides. I seasoned with pepper, lemon juice, thyme, garlic, ginger, paprika, and other seasonings. I placed the fish on the grill and allowed it to cook on both sides.
When it was ready, I squeezed some lemon over it and garnished it with lemon slices, chopped parsley and basil. I later added chopped tomatoes and green pepper.

I burnt Bakhur when I was done.

I set the table for Khalifa.
"Oh, princess, I totally forgot you don't eat fish."

"Don't worry, I'll cook some noodles." After making my noodles, I joined Khalifa in the dining room.

"This is really good, I love how everything blends in, and your zobo is top-notch." He winked at me.

"Thank you your highness I'm always at your service." I lightly bowed my head.

After we were done eating, I cleared the dining. Well, I think it's high time I get a maid. I had my bath before I joined Khalifa in our room. He had his MacBook on his lap.

I crawled on the bed and placed my head just beside his MacBook. He kept it on the bedside table and cuddled me.

"I miss this." He whispered.
"Khalifa, I think I'm ready to have a maid."
"Princess, we will discuss it tomorrow. Let's sleep."

I was sleeping when I realized Khalifa's body was burning up. I peeled his arms off me and placed my hand around his neck. His body temperature has elevated.

I repeatedly used a wet cloth on his neck and forehead, but his temperature wasn't going down. I checked the time, and it's past 2. It's really late.

Khalifa, please get well soon.