HER CRUSH

Chapter37

One week later
Zarah...
As the sunrise streamed through the balcony, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the bed, only to find Abdul missing. I yawned and stretched, checking the clock, which read 10:30 am. "Oh my Allah, I overslept!" I exclaimed, remembering that today is the day I supposed to start cooking. "This doesn't seem good at all; this isn't what Ammi taught me..."

I quickly got out of bed, packing my messy hair, and called out Abdul's name, but there is no answer. I searched for him in the room, checking the closet and bathroom, but he is nowhere to be find. I bit my lips, wondering where he could have gone so early, especially since he is a heavy sleeper.

Feeling worried, I stripped down to my towel and headed to take a shower. By the way, I mentioned that my studies have been transferred to Baze University, and Abdul told me I have exams today, but now I'm left wondering where he's gone...

I took my shower, the bathroom door creaked open, and I let out a scream. "Hey, it's me," Abdul said, his voice calm and reassuring, he sat down beside the bathtub. He is already dressed for work, looking sharp in black jeans, a white button-down long-sleeved shirt, and a waistcoat.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

I was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and all I could manage to say was "Masha Allah..." My eyes widened as I took in his handsome appearance, and I quickly closed them, trying to composed myself. "Gooooooooo outtttttt!" I yelled, trying to shoo him away.

Abdul let out a laughter and dropped the shampoo, walking over to the mirror to examine his reflection. "Babe, my beard has grown a lot, hasn't it?" he asked, turning his face towards me.

"Yes, you should trim it," I replied, still trying to process his sudden appearance. "By the way, where did you go? I didn't see you when I woke up, and you didn't even wake me up..."

"I see you're enjoying your sleep, and I just went out to meet Sufyan.

"You should have woken me up," I whined, wrapping the towel around me.

Sleeping beauty, I don't like waking you up.

"And I saw that you slept late last night and were tired, so I didn't wake you up," he added.

"Shut up," I said, knowing what he is about to say. "Your mouth doesn't have a control remote at all."

He let out a laughter. "You misunderstood me. I just meant that you—"

"Ahhhh, I don't want to hear it," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

He let out another laughter. "Dirty mind, not what you're thinking, duh."

"Let's go," I said, and we both exited the bathroom.

"Should I help you?" he asked.

"No, thank you," I replied, picking up the dryer to dry my hair.

"Let me help you, pretty please," he said, persisting.

"Pretty please, my foot! Last time, you almost burnt my hair," I reminded him, twisting my lips. "Dayazun bani da gashi!"

"What was that?" He asked, referring to his previous comment about my hair.You said something about the hair," he ask , "

what if I didn't have hair now? I'll probably have a bald head with no single hair."

"This time around, I will be extra gentle, I promise.

"No thank you, Mr. Abdul," I replied, looking at him with a smile. "You can go and sit and kindly wait for me at the dining table. Let me get ready." I grinned.

He chuckled and started drying my hair with the dryer. Be careful, Mr.

Yes, ma'am, I will," gently drying my hair. "You'll have to pay me for doing this," he added with a grin.

"Really? Then you can open a salon outside our house. Trust me, Mr. Hubby, you'll earn a lot.

"Olodo!" he exclaimed, almost hitting me with the comb. "Where have you ever seen a man washing someone's hair?"

"Ouch, Abdul, stop it!" I cried, laughing. "And must you insult me for telling you the truth?"

"Get ready quickly, or I'll leave," he mumbled , sprinting out of the room. "I know you girls take eternity to get ready."

"I'll not dress up quickly, and you'll have to wait for me patiently, like the perfect husband," I shouted.

"Then you must be clearly insane, thinking I'll wait for you," he chuckled at the end.

I quickly rubbed my cream, dressed in a beautiful atamfa-shaped gown, did a little touch-up to my face, and sprinted out of the room. I had made our breakfast, but Abdul is disturbing my whole life in the kitchen - an annoying part of him that he never showed me before we got married.

After cooking our breakfast, I arranged everything in the dining area. Abdul arched his brow, digging his fork into his plate, and I stared at him. "Abeg, stop staring at me; don't make me choke," he said, beginning to eat until his plate is  empty. "This food is so delicious; remind me to buy you a bouquet later."

I let out a chuckle. "You're not serious."

"Meet me outside in the car," Abdul mumbled, heading out. I nodded my head, following him.

I went straight to my room, wore my shoes, and grabbed my bag. When I said I missed home, I wasn't lying - I have to wear flat shoes for comfort. I wrapped my veil and headed out to meet Abdul in the car. I opened the door and hopped in while he started the engine, his one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine.

We drove to Baze University, and I was amazed by the campus. Abdul knocked on a wooden door, and after getting permission from the person inside, we entered. "Seat here," Abdul said, pointing to a chair for me while he walked towards the man, who looked to be in his early 40s. They exchanged handshakes and pleasantries before we proceeded to another office.and we handed my credentials to them ..

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We headed back home, and as soon as we stepped out of the car, I have to go."he exclaims looking at me

I stared into his eyes, and he raised his brow, leaning against the car. He pulled me closer, nuzzling his nose against my throat. I moaned, giving him full access to roam his nose down to my throat.

He looked up, stared at me, and then glanced at his wristwatch. "I'm running late, babe; I should get going." He pressed his lips to mine, smiling. "Take care of yourself for me, please."

My lips curled into a smile. "I will extend my greetings to Sufyan, please."

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered, hopping into the car. As I watched him drive away,"There's something special about this guy."

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The house felt empty today, so I decided to reach out to my my family . I called Ammi first and greeted her, then I called almost all my relatives and friends, thanking them for attending my wedding. Around 6:00 pm, I heard a knock at the door. I stood up and made my way towards it, opening it to see Abdul standing there with his killer smile. I hugged him tightly, feeling like I'd missed him for ages, even though it has only been a day. He chuckled and hold my hand, and we made our way inside.

After freshening up, we both sat down, doing nothing in particular. I started telling him random silly jokes, and he couldn't stop laughing. His laughter is infectious, and I find myself giggling along with him.