After I do's

Chapter 5

Hamzah attempted to give me the silent treatment, and I let him. I was amused to see him ignore me purposefully and had to fight back to keep the smile appearing on my lips. At times, I had to face away from him and laugh silently. His gaze was down most of the time and he busied himself with any task rather than talking to me or acknowledging my presence. 

For the first time after the first night, we both went to sleep without spending our special one hour together. I flipped to face the ceiling reminiscing the variety of videos we watched together to the time we both installed tik tok app, but couldn't do much than stare at the screen blankly because first, we were too shy and second, we were half lying, half sitting on bed, so there was not much to do. I let out a little laugh at the thought of him acting like a swagger. 

I looked towards him. He was facing away from him and lying in a fetal position cuddling a pillow. I slid towards him lying sideways with my hand holding my head up. Craning my neck, I peeked to see, if he was asleep. To my dismay, my short arms didn't lift my head high enough to see his face clearly. Groaning and cursing my genes internally, I laid beside him facing the ceiling when my arm gave out. My head partially fell on his pillow and half on the sheets. 

The sudden dip in his pillow, alerted him and he turned to look at my face that was covered with my hair. I rolled my eyes at the back of my eyes, so that only my sclera appeared. He was startled for a second before he deadpanned. I smiled at him sheepishly. He turned back making me frown. 

I whispered, 'You're amazing. Do you know that?'

He turned to look back at me shocked.

'Buttering me won't make up for it,' before turning his back to me again.

I put my hand on his shoulder, whispering, 'You are the best man, any woman could ask for. You respect elders, children and women. You are passionate about the things you love. You are faithful and pure. No matter how much I thank Allah, it'll still be insufficient.'

I pulled my hand away before guiltily saying, 'And.. I might have taken things too far today. I am sorry that I judged you.'

I looked at his back for a nod, or any sign of assurance. Seconds passed, before I slid away from him to my original spot. Then I suddenly remembered, how it is so cliche for one of the couple to confess while the other falls asleep. I sat up and crawled towards him to see his eyes closed.

'Unbelievable!'

In that moment, I felt like strangling him and punching something. I huffed and got out of bed to drink water. Moving to the mini fridge in the other corner of the room, I felt a chilled breeze pass by me. Shuddering, I opened the fridge and took out a bottle to drink pouring it into my mouth without sipping when I suddenly choked causing the water bottle to pour water down my cheek and continuing to soak my shirt. 

Mentally face palming myself, I walked to the the wall closet to grab a dry shirt to change into. The noise of opening and closing of wall closet woke an irritated Hamzah up. 

'What the hell?'

Meanwhile, I was still in the middle of changing the shirt. My head frozen inside the shirt and now I was panicky with my breathing rate pacing up. He was opening the side lamp. I scurried to get my head out, but the cloth had collected at my back and now was stuck. I made a mental note to never buy myself a fitted shirt again. 

Hamzah noticed my distress and lazily got up to be by my side. He pulled the mass of fabric that had stuck onto my back. I slid into it easily. Tossing the soaked shirt into the laundry basket in the bathroom, tiredness got to me and I was feeling drowsy. The light had been switched off. Hamzah had gone to sleep most probably considering how pissed he was. I tucked myself in the blanket, before I felt a hand around my waist, his knee touch my thigh, and a familiar scent of his minty shampoo with his perfume lingering.