Chapter Five

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Five:

A nap for Mikaeel meant closing his eyes and just playing out the events of the previous day, but... when he took a quick peek his wife's way he realized that her nap meant catching a short sleep.

Oh well, he thought, there was no way he was going to disturb her... If she wanted to sleep, he was going to let her.

It was just after 7am that Diya's eyes opened and she stretched into wakefulness, noting that her husband was nowhere to be seen.

"Ya Allah did I over sleep?" she scrambled to her feet, made up the bed and moved toward the bathroom all in a rush.

Just as she reached for the door handle, the door opened up and Mikaeel stood there in only a towel wrapped around his waist and his face flushed from the heat of the shower he had just taken.

"Oh..." escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"...Oh? Is that any way to greet your husband?" Mikaeel grinned down at her, finding her blushing face fascinating to watch.

"Uh... Umm, As-salaamu-alaikum?" she mumbled out nervously, trying to avoid any eye contact with the man standing before her. There was never a time in her life that she had been so close to such an under dressed man... This was a first and it irked her.

"Wa-alaikum-salaam... Good nap?" the deep voice asked.

"Very good... Couldn't have, couldn't have been better." she replied.

Moving out of her way, Mikaeel motioned for her to step into the bathroom before closing the door behind her.

Diya's breathing was uneven when she latched the door and stood against it. She thought that she had it all together the night before... What was wrong with her? The jumbled questions and thoughts made her groan out in frustration.

He just caught her off guard that was all, she calmed herself. But the scent of male shampoo filling her nostrils didn't make it easy...

Mikaeel sat on the edge of the bed and towel-dried his hair. The problem with thick hair was that it took him 10 times longer to dry than if it were thin, but his sisters had insisted that women loved their men with some hair on their head so they banned him from going the short route.

"Do you need some help with that? Seems like you're having trouble..." Diya smiled. She had made up her mind that she was going to act like nothing affected her - the towel scene an all because it would make for easier communication between her husband and her.

"I can manage... It's just that..." before he knew what was happening, Diya had pulled the towel from between his fingers and covered his head with it and very firmly but gently dried his hair.

Mikaeel's head was lowered so he caught a glimpse of his wife's barefeet for the first time and his breathing shallowed. Feet was always something he admired and he was glad that his wife's feet was close to perfect.

"There you go..." she stepped away from him and smiled at his disheveled state.

"The rough look suits you, not the gelled flattened hairstyle you chose for our nikah." she scrunched her nose in distaste.

Mikaeel lifted his eyebrow. This was one straightforward woman he had on his hands. Not completely getting over her feet, he scrutinized her comfortable attire and liked what he saw. She was definitely not the bimbo type, she had great style and again he felt fortunate to have her.

"You too, look much better out of the finery of yesterday. This simple look suits you better, I like it." he felt the need to say something to her in return.

And that was the first compliment that had Diya's insides twisting with happiness, making her day shine bright already.

Before they left the room though, Mikaeel combed down his hair in the 'flattened' style of the day before making Diya roll her eyes at him before she herself grabbed the most shiny designed Abaya she owned and threw it over her form. Before Mikaeel could say a word, she tied her niqaab in place and breezed passed him.

Tit for tat, he shook his head as the thought crossed his mind.

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