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Jazakhallahu khairanHis scent filled her olfactory lobe announcement his presence, she turn to look at him as he move closer to her he looks dashing in the back kaftan he wore,her Arabian prince, he stood beside her his rollex watch in hand trying to tie it to his wrist, she stood up from the vanity chair and collected the wristwatch from him and starts putting it on his wrist, jamal keeps looking at his wife who has been antsy since morning, she has refused to look into his eyes,.
"Wow, you look stunning"he said looking at her face void of any makeup, just a glossy lip balm , kohl but damn she looks beautiful in the orange and yellow floral Ankara skirt and blouse like every outfit the clothes hug her body perfectly enhancing her shapely figure.
He tipped her jaw slowly upwards, meeting her gaze, she stared back at him,he couldn't help but noticed the glint in her eyes missing, he watch her praying Nafils prolonging her sujood,he know its about meeting his grandmother, he did not want her to be worried thats why he told her only few things about her but blabber mouth Amal has to blurt out everything to her when the two were face timing.
"Its going to be alright" he said assuring her but the truth is even him himself does not know what to expect from his grandmother, she is unpredictable so we can expect the unexpected from her, he might be here favorite grandchild but the fact that she does not like his wife cannot be ignored, she hasn't even met her yet but from things she said when he went to pick her up,he knew its going to be hard ,at the same time he is going to make sure fareedah win her over .
"Hmm do you think I should do a little bit makeup or I should leave it like these"she asked him not knowing if his grandmother will love her, she just want to be in the woman's good book, things Amal says about her describe her excellently like Lucifer's younger sister, very authoritative well that's expected since she is the Matriach of the family,when she says something it must happen willingly or not , she likes controlling people life, very strict and demanding, she give little respect but required more and always get it.
"I would have love you to go all natural , you don't need any makeup you look beautiful, I love your natural look more but we have to give her a killer impression of who she is expecting, when you wear makeup, you look tenfold extraordinary ,so baby let's rock it" he said sliding his hand to her waist, she chuckled at what he said while he kissed her lips.
"I will be waiting for you in the sitting room"he said removing his hand from her waste.
"Okay"she said, with just the little convo they just have a new found confidence has been instill in her, she watched as he walked out of the room, sitting down in front of the vanity she started doing her makeup, when she was done she stare at her self in console, the make up was light but also flawless, the velvet lashes covering the smoky eye,she apply a glitter in the inner corner of her eye, fully curled and long, then a matte lipstick on her lips, she applied her out perfume ,grabbing her matching veil,she drape it over her shoulder and slip into her shoe, putting her necessity into her bag, she walk out of the room to the living room where jamal was waiting for her.
"You look beautiful my love" jamal said pecking her forehead, she placed a kiss on both his cheek, "you look handsome too especially with the lipstick mark on your cheeks"she said smiling dusting a invisible dust from his chest before bringing her phone out to snap him, he use his hand to block the camera.
"The cupcakes are in the car, mam " lolita one of the maid said interrupting them.
"Okay"she said giving Jamal a tissue to clean his cheek, she makes some chocolate cup cakes and some doughnuts to take to Ahmad's Mansion ,she did not want to go single handedly anf she promised to make some cupcakes for Basma.

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