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Chapter 8 - Mixed feelings

This is dedicated to @Ayeeshaah @Minahbash ❤❤ thanks loves
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La ilaaha illallaah Subhaanal-Malikil-Quddus.

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I sat on my prayer mat reminiscing about yesterday's encounter with bahijja. I can vividly recall all that happened, it was like a scene from a badly planned out nollywood movie.

When I got out of shock bahijja continously apologised saying she didn't mean to touch me but she couldn't resist. She had been celibate for two years. That's quite understandable because her husband was old and didn't think she required attention. She was married off to one of her fathers friends, almost the same situation as mine. Hearing her story I couldn't help but feel pity for her but what she did wasn't justifiable, it was haram!

I decided I wouldn't see her for a while, well at least till I get over how she almost raped me but frankly that would be impossible since we're next door neighbours.

Binta! Binta!! Binta!!! I called out but she didn't answer so I decided to go to her room. She looked so tired, I'm sure she must be, trying to keep the whole house tidy all by herself. Maybe I should suggest getting another person for her, preferably a young boy for hard jobs.

I closed her door and decided to explore my mansion. It was a six bedroom duplex with a bq which was situated in the heart of maitama. The rooms were carefully furnished from top to bottom leaving no spot untouched. The only parts of the house that were furnished by me were the main living room, my room and the kitchen as per my husbands request. I think he was just trying to be modest.

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I woke up feeling so hungry that I couldn't take my bath or do anything. I just got out of bed wearing my shorts and a matching top which gave my breasts more volume. My hair was flying in every direction and my face was totally oily.
I walked out of my room and walked through the long corridor, through my steps I hit something very hard and I already started to wonder who moved the furnitures till I opened my eyes and met with another pair of eyes examining my body from head to toe.

*JAMALS POV

I was walking hurriedly to my room while trying unbutton my shirt to get changed and leave for work so I don't get late for my meeting with major investors.
The hall way was dim so I couldn't see what was ahead of me and suddenly I felt something soft against my hard build, it was Zahra.

She was dressed in a pink polka dotted pyjama top and bottom. The top was almost revealing as the top was netty. She paired it with shorts which stopped half way before her knees. Did she always move around the house this way?
Just as I was examining her she looked up sleepyly and when she realized I was the one standing before her she used both her hands to cover her chest. I mentally laughed because I had seen it all.

I cleared my throat and she started to stammer as if she were trying to say something.

Uh..sor... umm.. Good morning "she finally said" and turned to go back to her room.

I tried to lower my gaze but it was impossible. She had the type of body that would make you look twice, it's a good thing she's my wife if not I would feel bad whenever I think of what I saw.

* Zahra's POV
I covered my face in shame as I thought of what happened some minutes ago. The hunger I once felt has now vanished.

I just decided to have my bath and get dressed since Jamal was back. I wore a sleeveless summer dress since the weather was getting humid.

I went out and used my eyes to scan the area to find Jamal but he wasn't anywhere. Maybe he was in his room.

I knocked on the door twice and helped myself in the third time since there was no answer.

I was welcomed with a strong male cologne which I couldn't seem to place. His room had a cream and green wallpaper with very simple furnitures which made the room look comfortable. By the window side, he had two cream chairs and a brown coffee table. I turned to the left and saw a door which I guessed was the bathroom. I walked confidently towards the bathroom door and just as I was opening it, Jamal came out with a towel tied dangerously low around his waist. Any wrong move and it will drop to the ground.

I suddenly became speechless because I couldn't explain why I was in his room, about entering his bathroom. I quickly turned to leave and just before I got to the door he called my name. I stopped! My heart racing, I felt as though it would explode then I summoned courage to turn.

'I'm sorry about what happened this morning, I took out my contacts so seeing was taskful for me' I said before he could even say anything.

'It's okay, I'm also sorry too and I wanted to tell you that I'll be travelling for a while. So don't bother waiting for me, When I return I plan on getting a divorce because I have someone I love and I can't marry her as a second wife so you should enjoy your status as Mrs Jamal Isah before I return and I got you a driver and another househelp to assist binta. You may leave.