Their Compatibility

Chapter Three

Their Compatibility :

Three:

The tears stopped, the sniffles eased and a new beginning came to be... Diya was welcomed into her new home with love and warmth radiating from her in-laws. The overwhelming feeling making her wish that the afternoon and evening never ended.

Mikaeel was glad to be in his own territory, he felt more at ease and actually became playful. The kids that surrounded him were his nieces and nephews from cousins and friends. Diya noticed how they loved him and how he loved them right back.

"I love kids." his words made Diya smile because she loved kids herself.

"I love them too." she responded softly and Mikaeel grinned.
"So, we're going to have a living room full of them?"

Diya's eyes widened the slightest before she shrugged.
"If that's what you want." she allowed herself to feel comfortable with him, and was glad of it when later they were back in their room and the nervousness threatened to take over.

"I'm glad we don't feel like total strangers meeting for the first time after our wedding... It's nice to find a friend in your spouse...don't you think? " Diya felt the need to speak before awkwardness set in.

Mikaeel lifted an eyebrow at her before walking towards her.

"Friends?" his breath caressed her cheek ever so slightly and her insides melted.

"Yeah, friends... You and I. It's always the first step in any relationship, unless you already have a friend and you don't need another..." her gaze twinkled up at his.

Mikaeel thought for a moment before nodding.

"Aside from Gafoor, I have no other friend. I think... You and I will make good friends indeed. Friends forever?" his voice was deeper all of a sudden.

"Friends for life!" Diya held her hand out for him to shake but he just looked at it. He was not going to touch her, not yet... He was not ready for that kind of relationship.

Diya rolled her eyes before grabbing his hand anyway.
"I'm your wife, you're allowed to touch me you know."

Mikaeel remained silent but Diya was not going to stand for it. She pulled his tie towards her and he had to lean forward to avoid being strangled...

"If we're going to have a living room full of kids, you're gonna have to touch me. You know that right?" she twirled the tie around her fingers and pulled a little more.

Mikaeel was mesmerized, he was thrown over, he was drowning in his wife's eyes and he was... Ya Allah he was feeling things he didn't dream of feeling.

"I'm going to make you fall so deep in love with me that you will forget this distance you are so intent on keeping... But for now... We have some Sunnah to complete, so stop staring at me like that and get going. Wudhu first, everything else later." Diya stuck her tongue out at him before releasing his tie from her hand but Mikaeel just stood there dumbfounded.

What have I gotten myself into? Mikaeel wondered silently as he removed his shoes.

Diya, who was already hijaabless, watched her husband through the mirror. He was so 'stuck up', she thought sadly... How was life going to be for them if she was the only one that was going to make effort to break the ice? With a sigh she picked up a few of her things and headed towards the bathroom.

The night was long, it was calm, yet the tension between husband and wife seemed to heighten. Diya stayed on her side of the bed, feeling like an outsider while Mikaeel fell off to sleep instantly, as though he had no worry in the world. The dim light from her bedside lamp was the only distraction for Diya because she made it a rule not to keep any devices near her place of sanctuary.

Life, she thought... Was this the kind of life she was looking forward to? Was this what she dreamed about? No, it was not at all the way she pictured it to be, but things will settle, things will get better... She hoped deep inside. Sleep finally caught up with her and her eyes drooped closed, the bedside lamp still casting a golden glow on her side of the bedroom.

His morning alarm that was set for Fajr rang loudly beside him, making Mikaeel groan out as he grabbed the phone and hit the snooze button, but the light from the other side forced him to get up.

It was only when he was standing at the bedside table that he remembered that he was a married man now... But there was no sign of his wife. Where was she?

As if in answer, the bathroom door silently slid open and there she was...her face still wet from wudhu. She still hadn't spotted him so she took her time in dabbing herself dry with the scented face cloth she had grabbed from the basket on her dresser.

Mikaeel stared her down right until her gaze flew to his and she smiled brightly.

"As-salaamu-alaikum..." she greeted, her voice still husky from her sleep.

"Um, Wa-alaikum-salaam..." Mikaeel averted his gaze before striding toward the bathroom.

Diya rolled her eyes expressively before she neatly set up her musallah in the direction of the Qibla and sat down with her burka on.

Mikaeel reappeared just as soon as the Fajr azaan began and he hurriedly dressed into his Kurta.

"I will see you in a bit. You can go back to sleep after salaah, uh, if you want..." with that said rather awkwardly, he was gone and silence followed his departure.

"Hmph! So much for a goodbye kiss or even a little smile!" Diya mumbled just before reciting her duaa after azaan.

With salaah prayed and sleep evading her, Diya decided to make an early start to the day, her first day as a married woman. It didn't feel like she was married, it just felt like being in a strange place after an evening of nerve-wracking excitement.

So what if he had the voice of a dreamy companion? It didn't make him the perfect husband in any way. But there was no way she was going to admit that to anyone just yet... Not even Fatima. She decided that patience was indeed beautiful so she would be patient for awhile.

But for how long? A voice begged to know.

Ayesha Ally
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