Just the two of us (EDITING)✔️

Thirty Three~Second plan?! 😈

Afaan's POV
I couldn't shake off the lingering humor in Hamma's last message. Where could she possibly be?

"Abba," I attempted to say something but my voice caught in my throat. I swallowed hard and tried again. "Abba, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise."

"Madalla, Yaron abba," he replied, his tone serious. "It's not that I chose my daughter over you, Afaan. It's just not safe to leave her alone, okay?"

"Yes Abba," I mumbled, still feeling the weight of his words.

"Then secondly," he continued, "your dad said I should discuss your honeymoon with you. Do you have any place in mind?"

I looked down, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Uh, Abba, I haven't thought about it."

"maybe you're shy, It's okay! Go home and discuss it with your wife. I know she'll call me.

I exchanged pleasantries with Harri and Ummi and left the house, my mind racing.

Where is Afrah Let me call Zara. I know they're usually always together. I parked and dialed her number. She picked up lazily.

"Ya Afaan, Ina kwana" Zara greeted, her voice thick with sleep.

"Zara, are you still sleeping?"

"Umm, no. Ya Afaan, I even wanted to call you and let you know that we were coming over today. Please inform Afrah because I've been trying her number and it's not reachable."

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't tell her that I didn't know where my wife was, so I forced a smile and replied, "Okay," before dropping the call.

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Meanwhile
"First plan, check!" I exclaimed, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

"Afrah, Afrah ,ya Afaan is calling!" Zara came running, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Pick it up and tell him what we revised," I instructed, barely able to contain my laughter.

She answered the phone and executed our plan perfectly. After a brief exchange, she hung up with a satisfied grin. "He dropped the call. Mission accomplished!"

"Second plan in progress," I said, smiling sluggishly.

I switched on my phone, eagerly awaiting his call and he called immediately.

"Hello," I answered, trying to sound calm and unimpressed.

"Yes, hello," he replied, his voice laced with concern. "Afrah, it's Afaan. Where are you? I just left Abba's place, and he said you're not there."

Oh, who's trying to play cool now? I thought, knowing very well that I could hear the restlessness in his voice while talking to Zara.

"Excuse me, sir," I replied mockingly, "I'm no longer yours. I'm the promise that you broke, so please don't disturb me."

"Listen to me, Afrah," he urged, desperation creeping into his voice. "You're still my wife."

"Wife?" I cut him off, letting out a laugh that was half incredulous, half bitter. "I ceased to be your wife the day you chose that piece of shit over me. Your wife is at home with you, not me, Bye ." I dropped the call, my heart racing.

I needed to catch my breath, and I flopped back onto the bed.

For real, I wasn't in love with ya Afaan, or maybe I was, but every time I thought of him with Anisa, it felt like a stick was poking my chest.

I got up from the bed and slipped into a loose black jumpsuit, feeling the fabric flow around me like a protective shield.

Just as I was finishing tying my brown hijab, my phone rang. It was Bullz, Afaan's cousin.

"Hello, favvvv in-law!" he greeted in his heavy British accent, sounding overly cheerful.

"Hello, Caftain Filot, You've forgotten about us?" I teased, knowing fully well how much he hated it when I called him that.

"Me? Forget you? how could I? I saw your call earlier. We just got back and were thinking of coming over on Thursday for dinner. Is that okay?"

"Of course it is. You and who?"

"Well, you're one lucky woman; you're getting the whole "three Ms" squad over. I called your husband and told him we're coming over for dinner next week, and he dropped the call after calling me an asshole. Typical Afaan and his mood swings, Maybe he doesn't want his wifey to suffer," he chuckled.

I laughed heartily. Could it be true?

I shook off the feeling immediately. "I'll be glad to have you over. Ineed your help, that's why I called you in the first place."

"Okay, what help?"

"It's about Afaan."

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Some days are just bad days, that's all. You have to experience sadness to know happiness, and I remind myself that not every day is going to be a good day, that's just the way it is! Life is short, and if we enjoy every moment of every day, then we will be happy no matter what happens or what changes along the way.