BOUND TO MY NEMESIS

14 ~ A Glimpse Of Heaven

I turned away swatting whatever was bugging me from my sleep, for a second it seemed to have stopped then it started again this time with feather touches on my thigh, what if it is a jinn, I heard they played such tricks with people they’ve possessed, I bolted up in fright hitting my head on something hard. “Aw” our voices yelped in unison, I looked up to see him holding his forehead, he had a sly smile on his lips and I couldn’t help smiling myself after the pain had dulled, “Aw” I yelped again when I felt a rush of pain zing through my head “Sorry, I didn’t want it to swell” he apologised gently blowing on the side of my forehead , after he had massaged it, it felt tender and I pray it wouldn’t swell. I smiled looking down at my fingers that were still holding on to the duvet like my life depended on it, my subconscious seems to be working on overdrive, I’m not yet at that stage where I can dress up or down for him, he doesn’t seem easily pleased and I’ve had too much of cold water poured on my head after several attempts on “trying” to please him, I’m in no way going to be swayed by being called “honey”. I’ll be lying if I say my heart doesn’t skip a beat when I remember that moment, it was engraved in my mind every fiber of my being and soul, to top it up he featured in the series of dreams I had in my restless sleep last night and I was still feeling tingly all over, my eyes closed at their own accord as my mind released pictorial snippets of the dream, the promises of sweet nothings I hope I’d hear with my ears even if they were lies.

I complied raising my head when I felt his fingers under my chin, “Hey, no need to daydream about your dreams when you have the real deal here” he said his voice taking a husky tone, “Open your eyes” he urged his fingers still under my chin. Did he really expect me to open my eyes and look him in the eyes while he is holding my face up? No way, and how did he even know I dreamt about him I half-pursed my lips and slowly pushed it out, my head was not so gently yanked up again my mind couldn’t register anything I felt his lips hardly on mine forcing my lips to open, I held on to the sides of his head my lips conforming to the pressure on them, it took minutes, hours, days, my over exaggerative mind: I reasoned shaking my head as I brushed my fingertips slowly on my tinging lips, I looked down to where it was snatched surprised he was still in the room. He licked each of my fingers releasing it with a pop then pulled the duvet off me rising me up with him.

I’m lucky I’ve always brushed my teeth at dawn before praying fajr this would have been the most embarrassing moment, a smelly mouth in a make out yuck.

I looked down when I felt air on my legs, this was what I have been avoiding, I clenched my eyes wishing I had at least tied a cloth around my waist, I’ve never been a fan of sleeping with lots of clothing, I shred my negligee in my sleep so I opt for boy shorts with negligee vest, “Hey, put me down!” I exclaimed flicking my limbs in the air to break free from the bridal style hold “Stop struggling or you’ll fall” he reprimanded in his usual cold voice I stilled fearing the man I knew was back, I wished I had more time with this loving man though explore him further to see how far he was willing to go.

A divorce might be in order. I wanted to to wrap my dangling hand around his neck but when you have a bipolar Dan, become thoughts become stagnated, I closed my eyes enjoying the not so comfortable ride as doors opened, thumped and squeaked.

My lips flew open a squeal escaping them when I felt warm liquid on my body, my lips dropped in awe as my eyes wandered around the room ticking the appliances that were missing in mine, I might either share or snatch the room just so I can enjoy the amenities of this lovely bathroom to the fullest, the jacuzzi had a massager! I wanted to scream, I almost moaned in delight when it started purring as it massaged my back. I looked up and there he stood in all his glory a smile adorning his lips, the smile that did things to my insides, my heart: dancing to every step of kizumba and tango, my stomach wasn’t just filled with butterflies I’m quite sure there were thorny shrubs pricking my insides to keep me on my toes, my body was lit alive by his presence, he started walking and my unblinking eye followed his every move till he squatted leveling his height with mine, “I’d have washed you up but I know you’re not ready yet” I looked down and realised I was in my now wet “night clothes” I’d be crimson red if I wasn’t dark, perks of being dark and gifted with melanin, how could I have faced him with these clothes on, why did I let him pick me up in the first place, I’ll be sleeping in a thobe tonight and maybe every other night?, I’m not sure it might seem difficult but I’ll try .

I was tempted to raise my head when patters of shampoo or whatever liquid it was dropped into the foamy water.

My eyes roved around the room looking anywhere but at him, he must have sensed my discomfort, I heaved a sigh when I heard the squeak slide of the door and slowly fluttered my eyes open, my lips widened in a smile who knew things would work themselves out this fast, slowly I sank deeper into the water shimmying out of the shorts then removed the vest.

My mind and heart were in harmony a peace I never knew existed enveloped me, I closed my eyes resting my head on the cushion headrest of the jacuzzi.

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I stared at myself contemplating on what to do, I despise makeup and anything makeup related, I couldn’t tell the difference between a foundation and a contour and now this video I’m watching is asking me to mix a light and deep shade foundation, Lord have mercy what am I suppose to do, I questioned myself staring at the clueless girl in the mirror, I tsked for the gazillionth time biting my lower lip in nervousness.

I should have opted for an evening outing but I haven’t seen mom in forever and waiting to eat breakfast will be a waste of time, anxiety clawed at my insides.

I shuffled everything on the vanity holding the brush like my life depended on it, the door squeaked, “Are you not done yet?” he asked looking straight into my eyes through the mirror, I lowered my gaze biting my lip once more, it was either to lie or tell the truth and the truth didn’t seem so pleasing right now, he would explode if he finds out I’ve wasted the past hour on nothing but how to figure out which brush and paste to use on my face.

My hands tightened around the brush as he sauntered into the room, what would he think of me, tears welled my eyes I should have stuck to my normal mascara, kohl and lip gloss, who was I trying to impress, I can’t be the sophisticated girl men die and kill for, but doing a nice makeup would have been nice, mom would be happy to see me and being made up will have her over the moon, will it? mom is so unpredictable it can be annoying sometimes, she might even make fun of me.

I closed my eyes when I felt his fingers under my chin, “Hey what’s wrong?”, I heard a creak “hun open your eyes” I slowly opened them, and turned my head “no don’t look away, look into my eyes and tell me what’s wrong I can’t bear seeing you like this” “I’m so sorry, I-” “if you don’t want to go today there’s always tomorrow that’s if we live to see it” he uttered his lips stretched in his hypnotising smiles, I vehemently shook my head angrily throwing the brush on the vanity “I can’t do my make up” I admitted bowing my head in shame.

I stole a glance at him when I didn’t hear a reply, this was the part he was supposed to do the belly clutching laugh, his lips were stretched the sides dipped showcasing his side lips dimple, how could one person pull off such looks and still act like he doesn’t even know it.

“Let’s see” he huffed rubbing his palms “what do we have here”  he asked rhetorically as he rummaged through the mess I had made on the vanity, my brows creased when I raised my head ‘what was he going to do?’ I questioned my clueless mind, I watched dumbfounded as he arranged the monster tools with ease WTH was happening my mind screamed in question, “where are the wipes?” he asked I pointed to the box on my bed passing it to him because I was closer to it, he pulled some out holding my face between his fingers, with gentility I never knew he possessed started wiping off the masquerade “makeup” my work would have possibly transformed me to.

My eyes widened when he started brushing my eyebrow, what kind of woman was I, lady luck played seems to be always frowning at me, how can my husband know more about makeup than me? I’m I the only makeup clueless woman I wondered.

He wore a stoic expression on his face as with great expertise he flicked the strange brushes on my face, I wish he would relax the expression on his face a bit so I could ask him the questions fighting to be voiced, my heart was singing a different tune though it gleamed with joy we might not have started on the right foot but the future looked promising, the road might not be as bumpy as I thought, I couldn’t help singing the praises of my creator in my heart Alhamdulillah bini’imatihi tatimus-sualihat “Praise is to Allah who by His blessings all good things are perfected”

This perfect moment was sure to be etched in my mind and soul for eternity.

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