ALWAYS ZAYN

18'

"On the day of resurrection, Allah will cheer up (by His forgiveness) He who cheers up his fellow Muslims." -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
(Tabaraani)

GETTING DRESSED.

After doing her morning routine -bathing, washing hair, brushing, drying her hair, wearing on a mustard light dress, with ruched waistband and crossover detail at the bust, she put on bakhoor, gab-gab, sandalwood and al khanjaar everywhere in the house and then walk into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them. Not knowing how to cook, Nana halted at frying Irish potatoes, sausage, samosa and egg sauce for them. She set everything in a different medium size cute warmers after she was done, before orchestrating the dining table.

"What do we have here?" She heard her husband's deep voice from behind her and that surprisingly brought a huge smile to her face.

"Breakfast, I cooked!" She beamed, forgetting that he didn't know that she doesn't know how to cook. That almost slipped out of her mouth but she caught it.

"Really! Your days are off huh?" He chuckled a little when she blushed before drawing a chair back and asking her to sit then sitting on the one next to hers.

"It's so delicious." He released an exaggerated moan to prove his point. But no doubt, her hands has magic even though it's just frying and nothing else.

"Stop moaning like this is the best thing you've ever tasted and besides, they're all plain." Nana mumbled, looking at the table with a frown and a little too harsh than intended. It's almost invidious to her.

"This is anything but plain. I'm eating the food made by you for the first time and it's amazing." He sent a grin her way before munching on samosa, scrunching it loudly.

Nana thank the heavens that Rukayyah and Hannatu decided to stock her freezer with many bags samosas and sausages. She wouldn't know what to do if that didn't happened. O' her good Lord, but she can't escape from that for long. She'll have to deal with it for now and smile at him even though the turmoil she's undergoing is anything but a light subject. O' ya Allah, save her from the embarrassment that will occur the day he finally found out which will be very soon. But one thing she understands about Zayn, he wouldn't make fun of her but well...

"Thank you." She blushed innocently before taking a sip of her iced coffee, sheathing away the florid colour around her neck.

"Maaysa said that they'll be here soon as the luncheon will start around two and we should be there by then. I'll just get ready in the other room." Zayn ricocheted out before standing up to help her clear the table.

"And that reminds me, why are they all locked?" She raised a brow as the question just made it's appearance. She's wanted to ask that question a very long time ago, well a week and three days ago. All the other three bedrooms are locked and she doesn't know why.

"Because you, my wife, will try sneaking into one of those rooms to sleep." He shrugged.

"I would do no such thing!" She argued and true to her words, that thought never really crossed her mind, not even once.

"That's what I thought after three days." He laughed when she threw what looked like a quelling glare at him. That only amused him.

"Whatever!" She rolled her eyes, continuing to do the dishes as he talk about the people she's going to meet today at the luncheon, which he called a small walimah for them.