The Art Of Halaal Love

7 | I'm being followed?

Aisha's POV

What a way to be spending your newly married life, eh? It's now been 2 weeks since me and Ali got married but it feels like far from a marriage. Its more like...we just happen to live under the same roof.
The wedding night was uneventful, let's just say. Ali was not an open person thats for sure. When the car dropped us off, we just entered the house and I was pretty much left to my own devices.
My dress was really tricky to remove by myself, so Ali helped me with the buttons at the back. When he saw me without hijab he only gave me smile, nothing else, but I'm fine with that since that made me much more comfortable.
The apartment was very small, one bedroom to be exact but it was enough for both of us I guess. The house was a little messy and smelly which really annoyed me. In fact, I spent that night picking up mess from the floors and washing a couple of dishes. Some might say that is just unacceptable, and I thought that at first too, but I remember those feelings disappearing when I entered the bedroom and saw Ali pretty much passed out on the bed, still wearing his suit. I felt slightly sorry for him so I let that slide.
That very next morning he had to go work. I was a little mad at that since I was going to be alone all day but he did something really sweet. As I was sorting out my things from my luggages, he shyly came up to me and gifted me a beautiful gold chain bracelet with a heart shaped charm. He even put the bracelet on my wrist. I remember feeling all tingly at his touch. He said it was just a little gift from him. I told him I will treasure it for the rest of my life. So far that was the only highlight of married life for me.

Right now, it was early in the morning. It was just past sunrise and I had just finished reading some of my daily portion of Quran when I got up to prepare breakfast for Ali. He was getting ready for work and I always took it upon myself to always have breakfast ready for him.
"Aisha, have you ironed my shirt?" Ali came into the kitchen looking quite stressed since he was running late.
"Yup, let me get it for you." I said and passed him a cup of coffee. I returned with the neatly ironed shirt and gave it to him.
"Thanks!" He said and went back to the bedroom. Not too long after, he came back fully dressed and smelling really nice. He quickly slurped the remainder of his coffee before clutching his bag, ready to go.
"Wait, you're not going to have any brekfast?" I called out.
"Sorry, I'm running late." I rolled my eyes. There goes all my effort.
"Here, don't forget your jacket." I mumbled and grabbed his jacket, walked up to him and put it on him.
"Thanks." He said while zipping his jacket up. The weather was unbelievably cold. I took his bag which was thrown on the floor and handed it to him. As he grabbed the bag, his hand brushed past mine, sending tingles all over my body. We froze and awkwardly looked at each other. I noticed him gulp as he looked at me.
"Thanks..." He mumbled and headed out. I went back to the kitchen with my hands on my blushed cheeks, literally cringing at what just happened. I just touched my husband's hand. Big deal? For me yes, a very big deal!

As I was washing up from the breakfast that I ate alone, I just remembered that I forgot to remind Ali about tonight. We were going to my in-laws for dinner tonight. I was really excited!
So I texted Ali to remind him:

Don't forget dinner at your parents' house tonight! Don't be late.

After a few minutes he had texted back:

Don't worry, I wont be

After a little clean up of the kitchen and bedroom, I sat down to get stuck into some lesson planning for my lessons. I private tutor adults and special needs children so a lot of planning was needed and I was working tomorrow and provided I was going to be busy tonight, I needed to get everything done as soon as possible. So the only thing I need to do is keep myself busy until my husband arrived ,I guess!