Dear self
Don't get worked up over things or people you can't control.
It's not worth the anger.

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Mrs Asya.
I grinned evilly as I stared at his pink shirt and black jacket and combed my hair, I fixed my hijab as I waited for him to come out of the bathroom, I wanted to take a picture of his reaction ,I always wanted us to wear matching, I don't know it's weird since I was only child I don't have anyone to match with so now I have been matching with my husband and making hi mwear the colour he dislikes, he whines like a child but then when he seems my smile he just gives in, that's how handsome and cute he has become since past week, that it surprises me and it feels like am still dreaming.

"Not a again," I heard a low voice and smiled ignoring his tantrums he was staring at pink shirt for good five minutes I could see it from mirror and pretended I didn't hear him.

Serves him right I have been telling him to rest but he was stubborn on taking us out.

I told him I don't mind and we can postpone but he just shrugged it off I knew and felt it that he has been  exhausted from long successful surgery in fact it was of one of the prime ministers son, he was in critical condition and Alhamdulillah it went successful has been on the news since morning , sure my husband has been one of the famous surgeon and businessman.

"We can still order and eat at home," I said as he took on the shirt and put it on, I helped him wear his jacket and fix his tie.
He loved it when I helped him and cared of little things of his.

"I want to take you out," that's all he said in his firm business tone and I just folded my arms, he extended his hand and I grabbed it, we headed towards Fatma mom and she was all smileys lately she has also been smiling a lot seeing the change in his son's behaviour.

"Have a great time and don't worry about me," she said without any complaint.

"We will bring take away for you since you refused to join us," He told her and kissed her forehead. She refused as she had informed me she wanted me and my husband to spend quality time together. Lucky to have such mother in law and I hope her heart never changes.

We headed towards the car and sat inside, he opened the door for me like a gentleman and I just shook my head.

"Where are you taking me?" I have been asking him this question since past ten minutes but the man pretended like he don't hear me.

"Stop staring at me," he stated.

"Why?I have every right," I said boldly and gazed at him more as he focused on the road ahead, Alhamdulillah he has always been  attentive during driving I dislike those who look here and there while driving.

"Someone has become bold and confident around me," he said with an evil smitk playing on his handsome face and I just smiled widely.

"Yeah isn't that bad thing or a good one?" I asked as I knew there was still time to reach where he was taking us so why not have a good conversation.

"Good thing, I like my girl to be shy around me only, to lower her gaze when with other men, but I like her to be confident and defend herself, never let others put her down, so many girls suffer because they aren't allowed to speak, am sorry I had been arrogant in the beginning and not so welcoming I had my reasons," he explained and tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I controlled them, it should be an emotional happy day for us so I shouldn't ruin it, I have to be strong and face the situation and talk it out with him, I knew he understood and listened carefully.

"So many girls are being questioned when they surpass certain age, why aren't you getting married, and when they get married, they are asked when will you give us good news , like why don't they leave girl in peace and leave upon Allah, no one is in control of some stuffs, we just have to let it go, but that's society and when we speak truth they feel bad," I explained and he nodded.

" I understand you are my life, my love my Queen, same applies to Fatma mom you both are the only family I have,"he said proudly and I entwined our fingers as I stared at him with so much respect, so much love.

"Why do I feel like this is all dream and that when  I will close my eyes you will vanish?" I asked sadly I have been having negative vibe since some days, something wasn't right, felt like someone has been watching us.

"Then I will take you everyday out, everyday I will shower you with so much  love until you believe this is now reality we are together," he said proudly and I felt car stop.

I scanned around and  my eyes widened with shock, this was such an expensive restaurant I had once come with my family and the bill was too much but dad said once in while was okey.

"Don't open the door," he said and I stared at him with confusion on my face until I felt cool breeze on my face and felt him next to me , he extended his hand and I smiled, my eyes widened when I noticed girls staring at my husband and eye raping him openly while I just stood there watching, didn't they know anything like lowering their gaze?shameless creatures.

I don't have to be jealous and spool our moment he's already mine I grabbed his arm and moved closer and heard whispers around but damn them, I don't care.

"Stop frowning and clenching my hand so tightly, I feel the same like ripping those men's head off for staring at you," he said as he cupoed my face and kissed me with all the love and i stood frozen for moment until it sank in my mind that we were kissing in public ,or felt like it was just the two of us.

I saw flashes and pushed him slightly looking down, way to spoil my lipstick idiot, but I touched my swollen lips and looked away until he lifted my chin and made me look up at him.

So many different emotions were running in that beautiful eyes of his.

"I hope you don't mind to be seen with me my Queen on the front page of the newspaper  tomorrow,"he said with a smirk and kissed me on my forehead again, eww public affection, this was my first time.

" There is first time for everything,"he said as he grinned like he won a trophy of an award or something and I looked down, way to make me shy.

We headed towards a secluded area and waited for dinner once he ordered.

"You are spoiling me too much," I said truthly when the waiter brought so many dishes just for the two of us.

"You have been spoiling me too much even when I pushed you away and don't think I didn't notice," he informed me as he grabbed my hand and entwined our fingers with a smile but I felt like we were being watched.

"This is just the beginning," he smiled and gestured me to start eating I know I won't even finish half of it.

We sat  silently and I didn't even realise that I had poured twice in my plate while I usually pour once chicken tikka piece but I guess it was so mouthwatering and the chicken corn soup he had ordered was delicious I drank two bowls.

"You worry too much, see told you we will finish," he said as he ordered the waiter to pack fresh order for Fatma mom.

"You know I have never heard you ask me to take you out it's always me asking, you have never complained about me not taking you for shopping, you never ask for anything, you know as a wife it's your right to ask me anything you want, " he said as we sat and waited for the bill.

"I have everything I need, I have you, I have Fatma mom. I have my family, I have so much and love and blessings, I have shelter and food, what else do I need?" I asked as I gazed around and felt like I saw someone in hoodie or was it my imagination?

"What's wrong?" You have become so pale,I heard him ask but my focus was on the strange man who was pointing something towards us, my hands trmebled and my throat felt dry.

"Please please let's go," I said in low voice still focusing on the man with something weird in his hand.

"Please," I pleaded as he paid the bill and we hurried towards the car, he tried the ignition but the car failed to switch on, damn it what's wrong today?He went to ask for help as I waited eagerly for him.

"Keep praying when your heart isn't at ease, and you will feel much much better, remember Almighty always" I remembered my moms words and started reciting duas while he tried to search for help and I heard a knock from the window and jumped with fear, I closed my eyes tightly chanting applications in my mind .
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