ALWAYS ZAYN

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His cologne. . .

Nana was asked to get dressed the next day. Her mother didn't tell her much about him, only his name. That didn't bother her. She's going to do everything Islamically, how Allah asked us to. This is about marriage, she's asked her father whether he did some research about the guy and he said yes. Everything is good and his reputation is great even among his neighbours and employees. If everything about him is good, then who is she to say no. She's not plucky enough to bring her own spouse.

It's not like she'd find anyone herself as she's always staying at home all by herself.

Instead of wearing her casual clothing today, she decide to wear one of the native wears she's never worn. It's skirt and blouse. The skirt was style in a very beautiful fish flay, eight pieces and the blouse has a low peplum with three steps. She didn't know how to tie the head tie so she called Hannatu but she's yet to arrive.

"I'm here, I'm here, Mrs Impatient." Hanna graced her with her presence with her hands up in surrender.

"You're supposed to say I'm sorry." Nana rolled her eyes at the insensible teenager. She never says sorry no matter how many time Nana asked her to say it.

"Never!" Hannatu ricochetted nonchalantly before standing in front of Nana. "Now let's get to work and wait for our Knight in shining armo-" she trailed off when she heard the beeping sound of a car rolling into the house.

Curiously, they both perk their ears like elves. Hannatu was quick to walk to the huge window, facing the entrance of the house, Nana stood up, ferrying to where curious Hannatu is peeking at and did the same. She even went as far as decapitating the window seal before poking her head outside, the hot weather heating her face up. She thank Allah that she didn't put in any makeup -she loves makeup- or the makeup would've started rolling down her face. Besides, this is about marriage, she'll not plaster anything on her face. He might fall for the wrong face.

"That car is so hot." Hannatu blinked at the white SUV/Crossover 2016 Land Rover Range Rover that sat proudly in the parking lot.

One by one, the doors started opening. First, the passenger's side, then the driver's side and lastly, one of the backseat doors opened. A beautiful girl came out of car -backseat- clasp in a black abaya and black heels, from what Nana could see, the girl is very fair but not pale. She ambled to the passenger's side after closing her door to assist an older woman from her seat. She also came out in different outfit, Native wears and sky blue veil with matching bag and flats, his mother.

The person they've been waiting for distanced himself from the driver's seat. His shiny black shoes came into view first before his whole long leg and body. Nana eyes almost jumped out of it's socket. She knew she was supposed to look at him once and then lower her gaze but it seems like she hasn't seen enough, so she stared.

From her view by the window, she can see that he is very very tall and also fair like his sister if not more. He is wearing dark grey kaftan with matching Zannah Bukar cap bowing on his head. How can someone have height and beauty at the same time? Oh her Allah, he is very handsome. When that thought crossed her mind, she immediately lowered her gaze.

What was she doing? A'udhubillah! What is wrong with her! Though he may or may not be her husband, but still, she's stared more than she should and that is haram, he is not her Mahram. Astaghfirullah! But she can't help it, and she didn't promise not to look at him for more than a second more because she would, and she knows that. Why is he so beautiful?! Again, she's following Satan's lane. Oh well...

And she was the person who asked someone to lower his gaze once. She was walking to the Islamic school she teaches when a guy almost bumped into her, she raised her head to look at where he was staring at, only to find him looking at a girl. She couldn't see both the guy and the girl's faces but still ask him to 'lower his gaze and to stop bumping into people' she said before walking past him. She could feel his gaze as she continue to walk and she's never been thankful about wearing niqab. She wouldn't have talked to him if she wasn't wearing one, it gives her so much confidence.