"Are those two ever going to stop with those creepy lovey dovey eyes?"- Abbas
*scooches herself in between Abbas and Shiza as all three watch Romaisa and Asher*
"Those losers aren't admitting how in love they are"- Shiza
Watch this though- miss author *smirks evilly and snaps her fingers, Asher and Romaisa start fighting over his type of socks.
*gasps* you truly are evil- Abbas
It's in my blood- *snaps again and watches as the pair start making googily eyes again*
Do you two like each other?- miss author to Abbas and Shiza
"She has nice eyebrows"- Abbas
"He has nice hair"- Shiza
*smirks and stands up* I'll take that as a 'no miss.author please don't torture us and get us married!'
"Wh-what, no!"- Abbas
"Uhh"- Shiza
Patience my little potatos, patience *walks off all wisely until she contacts AsherCluminess disease and trips*
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Romaisa's pov
"Asher wake up! It's fajr time," I say shaking his bare, muscular, shoulder. He groans before pushing his face deeper into the pillows. Sighing I put my leg on and decide to make wudu and then come back for this loser.
After doing so, I try a new method to awaken the hibernating bear, jumping onto the bed, I start singing loudly and hop up and down.
"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE ASHER, GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF THIS BED, IF YOU DONT, ILL CUT YOU UP, TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE ASHER!" He looks up at me rubbing his eyes, I grin wildly back, not knowing where this enthusiasm is coming from.
He sits up and pulls me into his lap, my cheeks flush as my hands make contact with his chest. He pushes his head into the crook of my neck and grumbles out, "you wouldn't really cut me up would you?"
I grin and push his head back, "no I'll do much worse, now come on go wash up. I'll go find the praying mats." He nods before giving me a light kiss on the cheek, I climb out of his lap and head towards our suitcases. Unzipping it I find two prayer mats and start searching on my phone for the Qibla (direction you pray). As I put my phone back into my purse I notice a business card fall out.
Grabbing it, I flip it over to find the lady at the showcase's face and a number for her fashion industry under it. I make a mental note to call her later as I place the card onto the side table.
I lay both mats down in the direction my phone said, and hope that it's right. One mat being for me, is a little behind the other. Asher comes out of the washroom looking fresher, he pulls on a t-shirt as I put on my abaya and scarf. He starts the prayer as I join, we both soon finish and make our duaas.
Asher goes up to the suitcase and brings out our small Quran that we brought along, he sits back down onto the praying mat and starts suraah yaseen. I smile closing my eyes at his melodic voice. Mashallah, it's amazing.
He finishes up as my own lips reciting it with him slow down to a stop, putting the Quran onto a high shelf he smiles down at me before pulling me up. I take my abaya and hijab off as I say, "do we have any food in the fridge?"
"I don't know, let's go check. If we don't we can go to the little cafe and then rest for a bit before visiting some places." I nod following him towards the kitchen.
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