A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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Ameey_Hashim -your enthusiastic energy amuses me!!!

Previously on IELB.
In the previous chapter, we had seen how muneenah vented her anger on poor strawberries and faruk who held her hand on every opportunity he gets, weird nah? And we had learnt about a box, a mystery box, what could be inside it? What could be the thing he was hiding?

Read on,

One step forward,

Two steps forward,

Six steps backward.

Her eyes blinked open,revealing her bright ebony hazel elites,

Her long heavy dense lashes shadowed against her upper cheek,

Few thongs of her lashes peaked making it hard for her to see things clearly, she slowly rubbed her eyes making sure her vision became clear before she sat up in her bed,

After her subh salat:early dawn prayer. she managed to get some sleep, which she knew would either be for the whole week, or even the whole month.

for muneenah, one of the hardest things other than socializing with human beings was actually falling asleep,

moving her eyes to the owl shaped side bed clock by the side cabinet, she gasped after noticing the time, it was almost ten AM, her sudden hard intake of breath though, was due to the shock of her waking up that late.

The highest she's ever slept would be till 8:00AM, which was rare and on days she either was home alone, or was seriously ill.

Now, waking up to a timepiece that read 9:45, she was surprised, but more, doubtful, a pricky thought somewhere in her mind wondered if omar dropped a soporific spray on her because she touched his 'private stuff', talking of which, why did he seem affected just because she touched that box.

Keeping that thought securely at some corner of her mind, she stretched her arms in a relaxing manner before getting down and into the ensuite for a morning bath.

After her shower, which improved her mode because she even smiled at her reflection on the mirror, which was new, she settled for something black, it was a simple and free long dress, by settle, she wasn't rummaging for something perfect to wear, rather, she was only picking out something from the hundreds she saw hanging on the bridle irons.

She wanted to stay up in her room, and look out through the window or just sit and talk to her self, but her current mood, which was neither entirely mariya-ish ,as in, overly happy or cheerful, nor faruk-ish ,as in psyched up and not-rude! Made her skip down the stairs,

Making her nose the illecebrous aroma of something, knowing quite sure she was alone in her house, she levelled her foot steps as she approached the kitchen.

Not because she was fearful, but because she didn't want to scare away the being, if it was a mysterious being.

As she approached the kitchen, her hopes all crashed down when she saw none other than omar, she as well had to grip the door frame for support for what she saw,

When she had that imagination of faruk been in that ivory tower beating drums and all, she didn't view him stirring something in a pan, and tasting it with a spoon, and smiling then nodding approvingly at his whatever it is he was cooking.