ALWAYS ZAYN

29'

"It's better for one of you to fulfil the need of his brother (in Islaam) than residing for I'tikaaf in my mosque for two months." -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
-(Haakim).

FAZZATH/KHASIR. . .

"Will I look crazy if I say I want the wedding to take place in three hours or maybe, now?" Mashhub asked Rukayyah as they sit on the grass carpet at the backyard of their house, the Aliero's home.

"You won't! If you do, we both will be called crazy." She grinned, liking her cheeky line.

In two days, the couple will be married but they still can't help it. Tomorrow is her sa lalle/kamu and the next day is wedding with dinner. They are both looking forward to their wedding day that she can't help sneaking to come and see her fiancée. Nana's mother didn't know that they were together for she asked her to stay in the bathtub where her body will softened and continue to smell amazing. The perfumes and other mixtures the skin beautician gave her is simply the best -musk hareer, ibhaar and raghba.

She didn't even enter the bathroom for she immediately walked out to the garden with the help of Hannatu to see her fiancée, not a minute after the skincare session was over. She looks a little more fair, a beautiful glow on her melanin dripping skin and she could also feel how soft her skin is now and love it.

"I can't wait. Forty eight hours is a very long time, don't you think?" He raised a brow when he find that she's checking him out but deep down, he likes the way she shows her emotions to him, and he's seeing satisfaction and desire.

He's dressed in a simple navy blue shirt and black pants but he looks breathtaking to Rukayyah. He never emphasizes himself whilst dressing but he still manage to dress like a model. She smiled brightly before sneaking her hand to take his phone from his breast pocket.

"My name is still your password huh? People can easily get it you know." She is happy with that, not only happy, elated but she likes to tease him here and there.

She typed in the password and logged into his Snapchat. She kept sending streaks and stupid picture of them together to her own before locking it and giving him back his phone. They talked and laughed for another twenty minutes before she heard her Aunty's voice yelling at her and Mashhub, their heads immediately whipped to the garden entrance. There stood Aunty Salamatu -Nana's mother- with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

She wearing a simple black abaya which means she's still wearing the skirt and shirt Rukayyah saw her with earlier and put the abaya because she is going to see a non-mahram -Mashhub. Rukayyah will never hear the end of it since she made her leave all the chores inside and ferried out hear to talk some senses into her niece. There are a lot of work hanging there and she alone can tell the other workers what to do but the stupid girl here is making her do more than she has to.

"You two, come here." Her hands akimbo, she sent a quelling glare at them as they both cheekily grinned at her before standing up, they look like apologetic kids which softens her heart but not her intense glare.

This is not the first time she's escaping from her bath to come and see Mashhub here so Hajiya Salamatu knew where she should go without asking the other hypocrite, Hannatu. She will still take the bath and will have to stay longer with no phone and nothing to keep her company. Normally, she'll stay in there for thirty minutes -in the bathtub- and she can take her phone with her to take away the little boredom and eery silence.

"Good afternoon, Aunt." Mashhub greeted, still having the cheeky grin on his face but Rukayyah's has vanished remembering the one hour she'll have to stay in the bathroom with no phone and nothing.