•Hamza

We just arrived our hotel room after a two day trip from Qatar to Guatemala.

Knowing we were both tired, I offered  for us to pray the salats we had missed before taking a shower and take a well deserved break to sleep

"Baby."

"Hmmm."

For once I can say a woman looks hot and not get questioned for it.

Damn! My wife is a killer.

If only she knew just how perfect her body was. I'm glad I loved her before I got to fall in love with this body.

I watched as she walked back and forth from her bedside to mine looking for God knows what.

Every now and then she would bend a little, unknowingly letting her cleavage bless my eyes with the sight of her breasts as the towel wasn't tied properly.

I wanted to touch her but refrained from doing so since it seems she was in a state of confusion.

"Me kike nima?"

"I'm looking for my phone. I don't know where I kept it."

I know boo! But I'm not going to tell you.

"Where do you remember seeing it last?"

"My side of the bed."

"Baby come here." I motioned with my hands for her to come, "Sit here and forget about it for once. We'll look for it..."

"You took it right?!"

"What if I did?"

"Give it back babe!"

"Why?"

"I need it. I'm supposed to waiting for a call from a potential customer."

"Doesn't she know it's your honeymoon? Lighten up. I'll give it to you when we're going home. Come and sit here." I said while pulling her to sit on my lap.

"Hamza! I can't be sitting on you like this." She blushed so hard her nose turned red.

"It's nothing. We're married after all."

"But that doesn't mean.."

"That doesn't mean what? We can even go further." I said while leaving light droplets of kisses onto the smooth skin of her neck.

She reacted almost immediately and it made me realize it wasn't just me that was craving that love for my body.

"Look at me."

"I'm fine this way."

She doesn't turn but palms her face.

I pull down the veil on her head and watch as the ribbon on her hair flies with it, letting locks of luscious ebony hair cascade down to her shoulders.

What intrigues me isn't even the length but how she takes care of it. It smells so nice I want to nuzzle my face into her neck to take in her entire scent.

I shifted her hair back lightly and she squirms from my touch.

"Please give me my veil." She pleads.

"Baby let me love you please."

She doesn't say a word but sniffs and I knew that at that moment she was crying.

"Why are you crying?"

"I can't seem to forget what happened."

"I'm sorry. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

I try to get up as I lift her off me but she refuses and pushes me to sit back down.

She nods, "If I don't do this his thoughts will haunt me forever. I want to have a memorable experience when I think of this. So please make my night as pleasurable as you can."

"Are you sure you're ready to go through with this?"

"Would I be telling you if I didn't?" She smiled and we both shared a little laugh before she wiped her tears away completely.

It was then I knew I had married a woman of steel.

"Show me how much you love me tonight!" I whispered into her ears before nibbling on it.

I may have sounded desperate. It was the selfish part of me that was speaking. It's been three days since our wedding and I couldn't help it to imagine what glory was being hidden underneath her abaya. I understood where she was coming from so even if it was a hundred years she needed to heal I'd have waited like the gentleman that I was.

I let my hands slide down from her waist to the top of her bossom and a breath escapes her lips. It makes me exultant to see she's loosening up with the way she holds my hands in place.

She turns around, staring at me and I look at her beautiful face, trying to memorize every one of her subtle features. It was as if time had stilled.

So what now? Do we kiss?

She licks her plump lips as a smirk covers her face. Aaliyah has never surprised me so much till today. She drops her hands on both my shoulders, pushing me to lay down and she doesn't stop until she's hovering above me.

"You'll remember this night." She whispered as she whips her hair back and all was forgotten.

What did we do next?

That's for the walls of our room to know.

****

"Good morning."

"Good..." She looks mortified as she notices my hand on her naked back.

Almost immediately she rushes off the bed forgetting she was indeed wearing clothes just that it has rose up in her sleep.

"Where are you running to?" I laughed.

"Shut up!" She runs into the bathroom and comes out with a robe on her body.

"I've seen it all and I like it. So stop hiding."

"Shush!"

"You're acting all funny and we didn't even do anything yesterday."

"Whatever! You know, bubble heads, stick figurines, they're all the same as you." She said.

I laughed, "I think it's time we finished what we started..."

She sprints out of the room and doesn't return till she has ordered for our breakfast to be brought to the room.

"Breakfast is here. Would you like anything extra?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"You."

For a split second, I see how well my words affected her but she masks it with a poker face and clears her throat.

"Please come and eat."

"You?"

"Please be serious." She struggles to frown.

"Ok I'm coming." I whined.

"Better for your life!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That I won't feed you if you keep up with this charade." A smile creeps it's way to her face before she disappears back into the living room.

I join her in the living room not long after she leaves and we launch into a conversation that causes us to forget our breakfast that had been waiting to be eaten and has turned cold.

"Babe there's something I need to talk about with you."

"What is it?"

"The living arrangement. Japan isn't really somewhere I want to live. I mean, Tokyo is beautiful. I'd love to visit on a holiday but I'd prefer to live in my home country."

"I see. I have plans for that already. Even Umma has been complaining. Don't worry I'll sort it all out on our return to Japan."

"Ok then. That's fine."

"You told me you had something important to do on your phone yesterday."

"Yes!" She replied, excited.

"What is that thing?" I laughed.

"Shoes stupid! What else do I sell? She told me she wants to order about 20,000 shoes so I'll have to speak to her to know the kind she's interested in and the sizes."

"Ok. I'm only giving you for just this moment. After this you don't have an excuse again. You have an assistant. Assign her to help you out with some things. There's something called delegated legislation you know."

"Shut up." She glared at me, pouting, "I'm a literate!"

"I never said you were an illiterate. You're the one insinuating that."

She punched my arm. Her knuckles were remarkably strong for a woman of her stature.

I decided to give her back her phone. Only because I knew she had to speak to her stupid customer!

A man calls immediately she turns it on and nothing was worse than what we just heard.

"Your Aunt Faridah is dead!"

His voice sounded like a croaking frog trying to sing. It seemed he had been crying for a long time.

"Since when?" Aaliyah asked.

"This morning."

"May Jannah be her final abode." We chorused.

"Ameen."

"We'll be on the next flight back to Nigeria."

"You're not even in the country. What are you doing abroad?"

Typical of your village people to question you so crudely.

"It's nothing. She's family ai. But Please can you tell me who you are?" I ignored his question.

"I'm her cousin."

But she doesn't have any cousins!

"I'm not really her cousin. My father was her father's best friend." He clarifies.

"I understand. We'll be there as soon as possible."

He hangs up.

I suddenly lost the appetite to consume all that we'd ordered so I decided to call for the food to be returned back to the kitchen since neither of us had any space for food.

Bilal must be restless. I feel terrible. I can't say I understand how gruesome one can feel about these kinds of things but I truly sympathize with him. He's finally lost his mother after his father, ten years ago.

Uncle Imran is the current father figure in his life whom he doesn't consider a father unfortunately but we've come to accept him as uncle and STEP-FATHER as he has helped to gel our family into a unit despite the absence of some unruly members.

We decide not leave Bilal a message since he must be at the mosque performing the salatul Jananzah now, agreeing to do the calling later when we arrive Abuja because we knew he wouldn't be genuinely pleased with our return on account of our honeymoon.

After a while, I quickly booked us a flight back to Nigeria to console our dear Bilal.

Soon it was time to leave the hotel. It all felt too quick. I would've liked to have another honeymoon with this goddess here but that'll be after we made it back from Nigeria without another catastrophic event holding us back.

It was finally time to board the plane. Aaliyah looked pale and devastated. Only God knows what's running through her mind.

Here we go!
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~Aisha Safiyanu🥀