THE NEXT MORNING, Ahmad woke up for Fajr, tried as he might, he couldn't woke up Aysha, she was very stiff and refused to wake up, despite his protests.
After praying, Ahmad recited his favorite surah from the Holy Qur'an, he recited suratul Mulk and stood up, he made his way to the kitchen, he thought of making breakfast as a means of apology to his wife.
After preparing the breakfast, he moved to the room and shook her awake. She opened her eyes, blinking once, before her eyes settled on Ahmad. Seeing the tray of food on his hands, she sat up and he placed the tray on the cabinets behind the bed.
She made an attempt to take the tray away from the cabinets but Ahmadstopped her. "You have to pray and brush your teeth first" He ordered and she pouted her lips.
"But I'm so hungry!" She lamented abd he nearly pinched her cheeks for been so cute.
"Play with anything habibty, but never with your prayers." He adviced and with a sigh she stood up and went to the bathroom.
After praying two rakah's, she sat back on the bed and he placed the tray on her legs.
She made to fed her self, but Ahmad stopped her and proceeded to feed her himself, slowly she opened her mouth and he fed her the fried eggs with Irish potatoes.
After eating, she proceeded to lie down again, which came as a surprise to Ahmad.
Why isn't she going to work today?
He moved his hand and held her still. "I'm sorry for shouting at you yesterday habibty, I was just so worried." He apologized again and she nodded her head in affirmation to his apology.
" You have to understand that sometimes my work will have to require my presence even if it's late at night, just like yours might, we both know the nature of our job before this wedding, it shouldn't be a problem." She sighed and he nodded his head.
Maybe the way he acted was irrelevant.
" I understand that and it's not a problem, I promise, you just have to know that I expect whenever I call you, no matter how busy you are that you will pick my call no matter what, just to put me at ease." He bargained and she agreed with a smile.
"Aren't you going to work today?" He questioned, when he saw her lying back down.
"No!" She groan into the pillow. "I'm feeling so sick, no matter how I wish I could go, I can't. "
"Do I need to get medicines for you, what's wrong?" He Questioned concerned and moved to touch her head to feel if she's burning up.
"No, I just need you to allow me to rest." She said with zero energy. Still worried, Ahmad asked again.
"ohhhh just go!" She screamed out making him flinch.
"Fine!" He screamed back, then muttered underneath his breath. "Grumpy. "
"What? "
"Nothing!" He replied and dashed to the door, Aysha looked up and smile, she'll show him what grumpy means.
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