Abuja, NIGERIA.
The moment the bedside alarm she had set rang, Amna silently detached from him, she barely slept. She turned on the bedside lamp which brightened the room and tried to sneak into her closet to wear a robe that'll cover her.
"Sneaking out of bed?" Aslam asked in a sleepy voice, making her freeze on her track and slowly turning to face him, his sleepy eyes scanned her bare legs before they settled on her face, with a smile.
She covered her face shyly and walked fast to the closet quickly putting on a long robe, then she proceeded to the bathroom. She performed ablution before walking back and forth in the bathroom thinking of how to face Aslam.
She noticed he had already performed ablution because of the traces of water in his hair and beard and the jallabiya he was wearing when she walked out.
"You've performed ablution already?" She asked.
"Yeah, you were taking long enough so I just went to the other room."
"Sorry..."
"It's fine, sweetheart. Let's pray."
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After they prayed and laid back in bed, Amna said her morning azkar from her phone and could barely sleep. She tried as much as possible not to toss and turn in bed, not to wake Aslam up, he was extremely tired from the events and friendly polo match they had in Maiduguri. She was tired too, she needed a spa.
The bedside clock read 7:43 when Amna checked so she quietly slipped out of bed making sure she didn't wake him up this time. She quickly took the few things she needed and headed to the master bedroom to shower there. She took a relaxing bath, soaking in a rose and vanilla bath bomb, did her skincare and everything else then wore a pair of skims matching lounge joggers and tank top and combed her hair.
She quickly fixed a few décor pieces in the living room upstairs, then placed some scented candles and diffusers all over the house, in every corner.
She decided to fix a quick breakfast because she was hungry and it was really early, breakfast was not delivered yet from Mami's and she could quickly eat and go change before Aslam woke up, he was not a morning person after all, she thought.
She got a box of pancake mix from the pantry and just added milk and a bit of sugar to the mix because there weren't any eggs available. She made a mental note that they needed to go grocery shopping.
She put on her AirPods and played some music from her playlist, dancing and singing along.
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•ASLAM.
I turned in bed and realized Amna wasn't there, I checked the time and it was only 9:30, she was neither in the bathroom, so I just freshened up and walked out of her room to the master bedroom, she was not there either but a few of her stuff were on the vanity and her night dress was in the laundry basket, she must be downstairs then.
"Babe!" I called walking down the stairs.
Silence.
I heard some movement coming from the kitchen so I headed there and stood by the door.
There she was, backing the door, whisking something in a bowl, singing along to whatever she was listening to and gently swaying her hips.
I could watch her for the whole day.
She turned to wash her hand in the sink when she realized I was there and squealed.
After about 30 seconds, she opened her mouth to speak. "F..fforr.Hhh..howww.." she stammered.
