From tears to tiara

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Khalifa's temperature subsequently went down.
Alhamdulillah, for a moment, I felt very scared.

I just finished making catfish pepper soup for Khalifa. God bear me witness I didn't want to but what can i do, I'm tied to this marriage.
I had to keep reminding myself that Khalifa is rich and that kept me going. After all, I married him for his money.

Shh..... that's a secret.

"Khalifa, no more fish in this house." I announced.
"If that's the case, I'll ask my PA to be making them. The other day, I saw her eating it, and it smelled good."

"Unbelievable." I scoffed.

"Princess, you can't blame me, I mean, you know how to handle fish very good, the ingredients always blend in, and it tastes exclusive." He hummed to justify his satisfaction.

"That's more of a punishment than a compliment." I murmured.

I'm supposed to rest at home, I mean, I'm off, but it seems Khalifa has been summoned to disturb me. This man won't allow me to read a complete chapter without asking irrelevant questions.
In the end, I left the living room and went straight to my room. I didn't forget to lock it, though.

I can finally read in peace.

I was later craving for fried yam and Nutella. I know it sounds strange, but the thought crossed my mind, and I suddenly felt I wanted to eat it.

I saw Khalifa on his phone, and he seemed busy because he didn't notice me.

"Hey handsome boy, what are you doing." I felt giddy.

He burst into laughter.

"I'm deciding the price I want to sell my house, the one Aisha was staying before." He explained.

"Have you spoken to her, I'm just curious as to what condition she's presently in." I nervously asked.
"We've not spoken, and I don't plan on keeping in touch with her." His tone was getting higher, and I can point out he's getting angry.

"Khalifa, don't think too much about it." I kissed his forehead before I went to the kitchen. I fried my yam and dizzled Nutella over it.

"No way, absolutely no way, how on earth will you eat fried yam and Nutella, princess, are you okay? Should I be worried." Khalifa was trying so hard not to laugh.

"Khalifa, that's what I feel like eating." I walked past him.
I didn't regret making it. It tastes so good.

I saw Hanan's call.
"Hi sister."
"Jidda, I have good news, faiza just delivered a bouncing baby boy."

"Masha Allah, I'm so happy for her, I'll tell Khalifa right away, tell Amma we will come over within this week."

"I'll let her know, bye I have to go."
I had to go downstairs to talk to Khalifa.

"Faiza just gave birth to a boy."
"Masha Allah." He said brightly.

"So when are we going to Zaria."
"I'm sorry, Princess, I don't think I'll be able to go, I have to start working on my new project, and I haven't checked the site yet."

"Haba Khalifa, we haven't gone home since our marriage." I miss Zaria.

"I'm not stopping you." He blurted out.
"Forget it. I'll go alone."

I informed the hospital that I need 3 days break, and my request was granted, but with the condition, I'll work when I'm off. It's not a bad idea. I packed my clothes and necessities in a cute mini box.

"So soon." Khalifa leaned on the doorframe with his hands in his pocket.
Jidda, he's distracting you. Don't look at him.
God, he looks effortlessly handsome. I managed to ignore him successfully. I heard his footsteps, and with every step, my stomach tightened. He engulfed me in a hug from behind.

"You know I love you right." He said in a low, gentle tone.
"Ye...yes." I whispered.

"I've explained to you why I can't go so please don't be angry."
"I'm not angry." I said softly.

"Good, I'll ask the driver to take you tomorrow, Insha Allah. Is that okay with you?"
I nodded.

Khalifa excurted me to the car in his pajamas. I had to get ready early so that we'll be there on time.
"Princess, make sure you call me at all times."
"Ok, husband." He kissed me on the forehead.

"Be safe." He pecked me on the lips.

The road wasn't that bad, but I had to deal with Khalifa's constant calls. I would have stopped in our house but it won't be right, so I asked the driver to take me to Amma's place.

"Welcome, welcome." Amma dragged me into a hug.
"Come sit, you must be tired."

"Good evening, Amma."
"Evening dear, how was the journey."

"Alhamdulillah, I'm just feeling nauseous."
"Are you okay." I nodded.

She casually touched my wrist. It was as if she's trying to get something. She called out for somebody, and it turns out she's an elderly person.

"Please touch her hand." I passed my hand to the woman.

"Your Highness, I know what you are thinking, and it's true, she's in her early stage. Not many can detect it now. She's pregnant."

Wait, I'm what?.