Hafsa

Eight

I woke up the next day to the sweet aroma of pancakes. I walked sluggishly downstairs to check who was cooking. I was having a very bad headache cause I've been crying throughout last night.

I walked in and met Aasim making Blueberry Muffin Waffles with Cinnamon. "Hey cutie, you're up." he smiled at me. I was stunned that moment.  "I thought you were mad at me." I said in a low voice. "Yes, I was but..." He paused and sighed. "Look I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday. Please forgive me." He held my hands. "Why will you think that I'll ever cheat on you. You know how much I love you."

"Yes babe I know. I was just scared and furious at the same time." He sighed. I smiled and pecked his lips. "Scared of what?" I asked.

     "Losing you." He murmured. I smiled sheepishly "In Shaa Allah (If Allah wills)  you'll never lose me."

      "So am I forgiven?" He asked. "Hmm!" I scratched my chin looking at the ceiling. "Yes." I grinned. I can't stay mad at my husband. "Thank you, I love you." he kissed my cheek. "Do you remember when I told you I'll make it up to you?" He asked. My stomach made a backflip when he said that.

"Yes." I nodded. "Well get ready, we are going on a honeymoon and we'll be leaving tomorrow evening, Insha Allah." He announced. "Really? Omg! Where?" I squealed. "It's a surprise!" he winked. "For how long are we going to be staying there? And what about my school?"

"Three weeks. And don't worry about school, I've already talked to them." He assured. Oh ya Allah, I'm so lucky to have him as my husband. "Oh!Okay then. Lemme go take a shower and start packing." I said getting off the stool. "No go take a shower, eat and get ready because we're going out to my house and yours." He informed. "Yay! Lemme go get ready!" I squealed and ran upstairs.

I took a quick shower and got dressed in a blue blouse and skirt Ankara and headed downstairs. We finished eating and went out of the house and headed to Alhaji Mukhtar's house. It was a short drive to the house. We walked into the house hand in hand. "Salamu alaikum." We both said. "Waalaikumus Salam" they all answered.

I exchanged pleasantries with ammi and baba before I sat close to ruqayyah and nafeesah. "Yaushe ne tafiyan naku? (When are you guys leaving)" Baba asked. "Gobe Insha Allah (tomorrow by god grace)" Aasim answered. "Which country are you going to?" Baba asked again. Aasim looked at me and smirked. I gave him an evil smile. "Or haven't you told her yet?" Baba asked "Yes" aasim answered. Darn it! I was so close to knowing where we are going.

"But you're using your private jet, right?" Ammi spoke this time. "Yes ammi everything is ready." Aasim answered. 

Hold it!

What?

Private Jet?

Oh my god!!! I can't believe My husband owns a private jet. I'm really impressed. Alhamdulillah.

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It was a bit after Asr when we stood to leave. We said our goodbyes and left for my house. "You own a private jet and you never told." I started a conversation immediately we got into the car. He chuckled "Okay, I own a private jet. Happy?"

I ignored him and picked his jet black iPhone 7 Plus. "What's the password?" I asked. "Your name" he answered. I typed in 'Hafsa' and it unlocked. I checked his photos and all I could see is my pictures and some of his pictures. I glared at him and looked at the picture again. "Why do you have shatu's picture?"