Someone Else's Diary

16. Hundred pounds for shoes.

Mariam

'stop touching me now just sleep, Mariam.'

'stop touching me now just sleep, Mariam.'

'stop touching me now just sleep, Mariam.'

Did he really mean to shout like that?
Is he going to be grumpy like this?
Maybe it just takes time for our love to grow. I can definitely wait, I guess.

I stayed still in the bed, and before I knew the Adhan had gone just then I realized I had stayed up till Fajr and he was peacefully sleeping.

I pushed away from the duvet and got into the en-suite bathroom, I did wudu and brushed my teeth.

I heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"Yeah one sec," I yelled softly.

"No no take your time," He said in a deep husky voice.

I opened the door and he stood there yawning, His hair sticking out in all directions, I wish I could run my fingers through his hair.

I opened the prayer mat and started my Salah. I completed it and went to the dressing room to apply some kohl just to hide my sleep deprived eyes.

I walked down the spiral staircase which was fully decorated with roses.

I headed to the kitchen and to my surprise, almost everyone was there.
Chatting on the kitchen island.

"Assalamu Alaikum Mariam sweetie," My mother in law Nihaya Mami gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"Walaikum asalam you're all awake?" I asked adjusting my stole across my shoulders.

"Yes Bhabi if we don't pray fajr we don't get food in this house," Ameerah chuckled.

"Oh that's actually nice," I said pinching her cheeks.

"By the way did you sleep well? Were you comfortable," Nihaya Mami asked tucking my stubborn strand behind my ear.

"Oh Alhamdulillah yes I did," I smiled.

"So on the first day itself, you made her come into the kitchen," Juweria chaachi ( Zahran's Chachi) asked crossing her hands across her chest.

"Hey it's fine I just came after praying," I said taking the fruit platter out of the fridge.

"Mariam darling take rest, the maids can do this," Nihaya mami told taking away the platter from my hand.

I pleaded that I at least make a fruit salad and she gave up.

"Okay, I'm taking these bowls to the dining hall," Wafa and Isha.. daughters of Juweria mami said, taking all the bowls to the main dining hall.

I washed my hands and tied my hair into a very messy bun and I walked out with Nihaya mami.

We all set the table and waited until all the men came so we could start our breakfast.

Zahran walked down the staircase with a grey V-neck t-shirt and some track pant. His biceps were so evident as his as t-shirt hugged his muscles and even his collarbone was seen from his exposing t-shirt.
I just looked away immediately when he caught me staring at him.

We all paid our salam and sat on our seats, while Zahran came and sat across me.

"So did you sleep last night," Ameerah pinched his thighs making him jump.

"Of course I did, What doubt," Zahran smirked.

"Ameerah pass me the chickpeas bowl." Ibrahim uncle said with a small glare, And Ameerah closed her mouth. I smiled at her as she looked abashed from her dad's glare.