MINE (EDITING)

chapter 27

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"Allah'm, I'm so tired," I complained as I gripped Muhammad's arm, resting my head on it. The journey from the airport to the hotel felt like it would never end, but I was excited. Finally, we arrived in Antalya, Turkey! It had been a long flight, and after spending a week in Hawaii, I was definitely feeling the exhaustion, but the thought of being in a new place kept my energy up.

Muhammad smiled warmly and wrapped his free arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll be at the hotel soon, and you're going to love it," he whispered, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek. His reassurances calmed me a bit, but the anticipation of the adventure ahead kept me awake.

I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I realized we were finally here. Antalya had been on my travel bucket list for ages, and now I was about to experience it with Muhammad by my side.

As we pulled up to the hotel, I straightened up and tried to shake off the sleepiness. "Merhaba benim adım Emre," greeted a young man with a grin as he greeted us in Turkish.

I didn't understand a word of Maltese, but I replied in Turkish with a playful smile. "Nasılsın Emrecim?" I greeted him warmly, knowing full well Muhammad couldn't understand a word I was saying.

Muhammad rolled his eyes with a grin and playfully muttered, "Show off."

He had been the one impressing me with his knowledge of the Hawaiian language back in Hawaii, so I felt like I had earned this little moment of victory. But now, in my turf, I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Emre led us to our honeymoon villa, and I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place. The whole area was so serene, with lush surroundings and views that seemed to stretch on forever. Once we reached the villa, Emre used a keycard to open the door and took our luggage inside.

I paused for a moment, simply soaking in the sight of the villa. "It's really beautiful," I said, turning to Muhammad with a bright smile.

"Yes, it is, but not as beautiful as you," he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. He always knew how to make me blush.

The villa was stunning, complete with a cozy living room, a spacious bathroom, a dining area, and a plush bedroom. As soon as Emre left, I collapsed onto the bed and let out a long, exaggerated sigh of relief. "What's up?" Muhammad asked, sitting beside me, concern in his voice.

I smiled up at him, my eyes gleaming with excitement. "The country is beautiful. It's always been my dream to visit here, and I can't wait to see the rest of the places," I said, barely containing my enthusiasm.

Muhammad chuckled at my eagerness. "Don't worry, we'll see everything either today or tomorrow," he said, mocking my tone as he sat up straight, knowing exactly what was coming next. I picked up a pillow and threw it at him, but, of course, he dodged it effortlessly.

He quickly jumped up and dashed away, clearly enjoying the playful game. I stood up and ran after him, determined to catch him. But in my haste, I slipped and landed directly on my backside with a loud thud. "Ow!" I cried out, clutching my ankle as I tried to get up.

Muhammad walked over quickly, his face etched with concern. "Layla, are you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside me.

"Do I look okay to you?" I asked through gritted teeth, clearly frustrated with myself.

He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, clutching his stomach as he did. "You made me fall, and now you're laughing at me without even an apology?" I snapped, my voice laced with mock annoyance.

"Sorry, babe," he said, still chuckling, "but it was so funny."

I huffed and rubbed my ankle, trying to ignore the pain. Muhammad finally controlled his laughter and extended his hand toward me. "Come on, get up."