Destined To Be.

Chapter 20

Ayla,

I never got to question Afsan after that night.

If only I had.

If only I had listened to my gut instinct and pursued it.

If only, if only, if only.

Like I said Afsan has a way that makes you forget everything. He never lets me dwell or be miserable. The fact that a few days later he booked us a week in Morroco showed how incredibly good he is at making you leave your woes and derails your whole life, but in a fantastic, thrilling way.

Morocco has become our go to place. A place where we live like as if there is only the two of us and all our problems are forgotten about.

It's such a beautiful country. We've practically visited all the wonderful sites, tasted all the different types of food, visited all the quaint little cafes, the colourful bazaars and I never get tired of it.

One of favourite time of day is the evening. When the Djeema El Fna market comes to life. It's a magical place to be. The variety of people, food, entertainment, stalls, everything about is so fascinates me. Afsan knows this to well and he never fails to bring me here.

We are currently trying a barbeque meat platter with a wonderfully arranged salad to go with it. In no time at all I dig in as the walk around the markets has made me hungry and I can't stop a satisfied moan escape my mouth at my first mouthful.

"Uh I think you should quit making those noises darling." Afsan's voice interrupts my food loving and I turn to see his raised eyebrows and twitching lips.

"Uh, have you tasted this? Plus I can't help myself I'm frigging starving!" I reply with my mouth full, very unladylike but stuff etiquette, lately I've turned into a hungry monster.

Afasan laughs at my reply, turning in his seat he faces me with his face resting on his right hand ,giving me his undivided attention.

"I'll take your word for it darling, but your sexy little noises of appreciation is getting you a few admirers my dear and you know I'm a very jealous man when it comes to you."

"What"!!!

Mortified, I turn to follow his eyes and see a group of three young men who are grinning like idiots as they watch me nudging each other in the process.

The same three men who have been me following in the market. Are they stupid? Don't they see Afasan next to me? He's pretty damn hard to miss, especially with the traditional attire he's wearing due to the heat and damn he looks fine. It seems most of the women in the market agrees with me as some of them blatantly check him out, the foriegn ones that is. The poor muslims ones look once and then avert their eyes.

They must be no more than eighteen or nineteen, quite young and carefree and I find myself smiling at them. They remind me of the twins and I know how boys at their age be like.

Waving my hand at them I point at the plate. " Would you care for some?"

The one in the middle seems to be more cocky than rest, presumably the leader. Smiling he shakes his head and rubs his flat stomach, indicating that he's eaten already.

"No Thank you miss, you enjoy." He replies smiling, bless he has a cute accent that I can't place but I know he's a fellow Muslim and I smile.

" Thank you Brother, I will. My husband and I both will." The moment he heard me address him as brother, his smile falters, his friends elbows him from both sides and cover their mouths to hide their grins no doubt. I think me addressing him as brother insulted him more than the fact that I have a husband