Sophia

"Ade mi*, your food is ready. It's on the table," I called out to Yusuf- my husband. (my crown).

I didn't know what else I could do again. I was tired of making his life hell because he said it made him fall harder.

Since past months, I'd been trying but didn't stop myself from my wifely duties like cooking, maintaining the house, caring for him-because that was my duty.

Well, I was grateful to Allah for granting me him because he was very tolerable, understanding and patient with me.

He liked to tease me with every opportunity he had. He also cherished me with gifts and surprises.

"Assalamualaykum. Good morning, wifey. How was your night? I hoped you dreamt about me?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amus.e.m.e.nt.

"Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of Sponge Bob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him.

"Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with Sponge Bob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom," he faked gasped.

"Your food is on the table," I said.

"Thanks wifey, your food is the best. I couldn't even bring myself to eat any other food except yours," he said walking towards the table while scrutinized my eyes at him.

"OK, well.. My mother's food also" he raised his hand in surrender while scrunched my nose.

"Yummy my favourite. Thanks, wifey," he stood up and pecked my cheeks.

After the incident, he had started to peck and hold my hand but I didn't repulse him.

When he's our husband. My brain chirped in, dancing around.

He was kind and cute. I gasped out.

Cute, my mind taunted me.

Yes, cute. I smirked.

He rubbed his stomach like a starved man, sighed and uncovered his food. He waved his hand and started eating.

"Do you say adzkar before eating?" I asked him.

"Oh! Subhanallah, I've forgotten, wifey."

I stood up from where I was sitting and held his left ear. "Didn't I always tell you to say your adzkar before eating?" I said sternly with my other hand at my hip.

"Please, I'm sorry. The food is delicious and yummy, that was why I forget to say it," he pleaded with his puppy eyes.

"Well, what are you supposed to say?" Still holding his ear.

"Bismillahi," he mumbled out and started eating. I quickly hold his hand before he put it in his mouth.

"Is that what you suppose to say?" I asked.

"Yes. If not, you've to teach me." He grumbled, staring at the food.

I sighed still holding his hand. "When you forget to say Bismillahi before eating, in the middle of eating, you should say "bismillahil awwaluhu wal akhiruhu," I told him and asked him to repeat it after me.

"Why did it change from bismillahi?" he asked inquisitively.

"If you don't say bismillahi before eating, then shayton is eating the food with you but of you remember in between the meal, you say-bismillahil awwaluhu wal akhiruhu. Shayton is going run away" I explained while he nodded his head.

"You'll be a great mother to our children" he commented.

Mother. I shrieked but internally.

****

"Bye, wifey, I'm going to office" he announced, carrying his office bag.

"Bye," I replied, he came near me and pecked my forehead.

He walked out from the door while waving his hand and blowing me kisses.

"Make sure you catch it, wifey. Don't let it waste," he winked before drove off.

**

I sat down on the couch and brought out my phone to call my Bestie - Maryam.

"Assalamualaykum, sugar." She greeted me excitedly.

"Walaykumsalam, Mariam. How are you?" I replied with enthusiasm. Sitting Indian style on the couch.

I'd missed her craziness.

"Me? Fine and you? How is your handsome hubby?" She asked teasingly.

"He's fine, Alhamdulillah." I replied, munching my homemade ch.i.p.s.

"I hope you guys, you know..." She said smugly, I was sure she would've been wiggling her brows.

"No, we haven't." I said sweetly.

"Why?!" She said. "I need to be an aunty sooooon" she w.h.i.n.ed.

"Hatred." I replied gruffly.

"HATRED?!! I know you are already smitten with him, no need of saying hatred. I know you are just scared." She said softly.

"Me, SMITTEN??? No" I screamed.

"Yes, since the first day babe. He is a catch" She said.

"No" I grumbled.

"Say that to your heart" she snickered, "but what of your periods. I hope you don't make the gentle soul to suffer"

"Well, I made him suffer a little bit, you know. I sent him out to buy me pads at the middle of the night and get me chocolates. He watched movies with me, gave me a massage, cooked for me." I laughed widely.

"No need of telling me, I know how you behave when you're having your cramps," she responded.

"Bae, I need to go. Boss is coming... Talk to you later!" She mumbled. "Before I go,I know you're whipped already,it shown clearly in your eyes the other day." She laughed.

"Assalamualaykum." I said.

"Walaykumsalam." She replied and I sighed.

"But before I go" I heard her said while I hummed.

"I need to be an aunty soon" she screamed at hung up.

Was I really smitten?

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