Beautiful. . .

The word wouldn't leave Zayn's head immediately after he lifted his head up to look at his wife. She's just so beautiful and no, it is not the makeup for he knew she was beautiful the day he first saw her. Not only her face, her whole being in and out, she's beautiful, just perfect for him. He wants to make her his in every possible way, remove all his friends gaze from her. He'll look stupid if he does that but he badly wants to. On instinct, her mother shove her forward a little -he was already taking slow steps- and she almost lost her footing, she was waiting for the impact but it never came.

She didn't notice Zayn walking to her, he walks faster when he saw that she was about to fall. His hands immediately went to her waist, holding her to him. He gaze down at her -her eyes were closed very tight and lips glued in a tight grip. The left hand that has her clutch went immediately to his neck. She opened her eyes only to be welcomed with her husband's eyes, gazing at her with pure amusement in them. She could get lost in there.

Blushing deep red, she thank the makeup and complexion for hiding it but Zayn could still see it around her neck and the tip of her earlobe. He smiled before standing up to his full height with her still in his arms. She was about to step away from his grasp when he tighten his hold, shaking his head a little, sending a silent message that he's not going to let her go any time soon. She almost stomp her feet and groan but suppress it and send a small glare to his designer shoe. Her husband is a minx and a philander. She's blushing, thinking about how everyone is looking at what is happening.

"Hello there, mami." He sending a sexy grin to her, his pearls making there way out. White and straight, wow.

Mami? Uh oh.

"H-hello." She stuttered, his closeness is getting under her skin. It's making her nervous sending sparks down her spine.

"You look beautiful!" He leaned down, making sure no one is seeing, before whispering 'wifey' in her ears. She shuddered when she felt his warm breath against her ear, he noticed it and his grin widens. He's loving it so very much.

"Thank you. Y-you look good t-too," she stuttered again. God, what's wrong with her and what is he doing? "Uh- you should move back." She ricocheted, feeling extremely nervous and feverish.

"Nu-uh, not happening. You're my wife now and I can talk to you, hold you and even kiss you." He huskily replied, breathing in her face. Their breaths mingling as one.

Nana almost close her eyes but urge it not to. The sensation is so warm and lenient, his breath is somehow mintish and honeyish, she can't tell but it smells amazing. When he said kissed her -cheek- she felt this weird thing in the pit of her stomach and manage to push it back. She immediately walk out of her reverie when someone cleared his throat.

Zayn pivoted and send a hard glare to Ashraf and Mashhub. Why do they have to ruin everything but then his head finally registered. Everyone is standing there, some looking at them with awe, some with adoration, some with happiness and the photographers with a grin. They didn't have to ask them to change positions, their position is just perfect, even though no one could see how close he was to her. They're all standing behind them and Nana's back is facing them.

"It's time to take pictures, love birds." Rukayyah's voice cheered from Nana's back and she immediately turn. It looks like they've been in love for a longtime when in reality, she only met him once. She really should snap put of it already.

"S-sure!" Nana stuttered again. Her face flushed when he drape his arms around her waist again and the photographers get to work.

Hajiya Salamatu's grin isn't leaving her face and from what it looks like, it is not leaving anytime soon. She's so happy that her daughter is married to this great man even though he has his flaws, she knows he's just the one for her daughter. And from the little incidence that happened just now, her daughter will be out of her shell in no time and she'll love this man. They'll love each other irrevocably. She has seen everything and is immensely happy about it, not at all shy. She wants her daughter to live life when she has the chance to.

"Zayn and Nana, you guys can talk in private. Lead him to your father's living room, dear." Her mother urged, pushing the couple to the left side of the main living room where a door stood, after the photos were taken.

Nana could see the mischievousness in her mother's eyes and she knows this is up to no good for her. He'll just make her more nervous and shiver-ish. Oh her good Lord, help her come out of this room in one piece. She can't say no, people might question it and no one knew about the arranged marriage except her family and Zayn's then Hannatu's and her mother. What is even there for her to say no to? Isn't he her husband? She'll just have to act like whatever he's doing is not disturbing her or else, he'll keep on doing it.

Before she knew it, they're standing in the middle of her father's living room. It's not small nor big, it's just medium for him with the exact furniture like the one in the main living room. She can feel someone's eyes on her, so she lift her eyes up to look at him, oh her dear God, he's very tall. Her neck will be sprained very soon. He's about a head or two taller than her, what the heck! Isn't she tall?

"We'll soon get going, won't I get a hug or more, a kiss?" He tease, wiggling his brows when she widen her eyes. She can be a drama queen sometimes, he thought.

"No you won't!" She glare at him. Okay what, did she just glare at him? She's really getting too comfortable with people now.

Zayn chuckled when he notice her expression after glaring at him -a frown appeared. He knew she was fierce when she's comfortable with someone and he'll make sure she acts like her normal self in front of him no matter what and the way is, to be pushing her buttons, she'll unravel herself.

"You're a pervert, stop talking like that." She mumbled before she could stop herself. He's just getting on her nerves. She knew her friends are standing by the door from the way it kept creaking or worse, her mother.

"Why, my wife?" He asked, throwing a sexy smirk at her before ambling slowly to where she stood.

Nana badly wants to walk back to avoid any body contact with him -it's giving her so many weird feelings- but her friends will question it and she doesn't want to give him any chance to make body contact her weakness.

"Because it is not right." Okay, that was plainly stupid of her to say but there is nothing rational that is going on in her head at the moment.

"Oh really?! Why is that?" Now he's less than a foot to where she's standing.

"I don't know!" I grumbled, frowning adorably.

"Uh yeah? Then you're just plainly nervous." He kissed her small chubby cheek before leaning back. "That, is right!" He grinned, before guiding them to the door. It's time for them to leave.

Nana, whose head is jumbled, mind wrinkled and brain frozen, leisurely ambled out of the living room with him. What is with him and touching her waist? And why are his touches giving her some odd and new feelings all over? This is just too much for her and to think that she'll be living with him in the same house, maybe even a room -Oh Allah help her. 'He is your husband' her subconscious mocks. Okay, she's now acting like a contraption.

"Go to your room." Her mother said, ushering her and her friends to her room. Nana didn't even look at the proliferated guests, they seem to be augmenting every second. How they know so many people is beyond her.

"Mom, now what?" She asked, letting the girls walk ahead of her and she could see Zayn's back walking out from the crowd, he stood out. Or she's just showing discrepancy.

"I'll be there shortly."

Nana walk back to her room and brought out her phone to check his message again, true to that, her heart leaped in it's ribcage. She immediately drop the phone, not wanting to be feeling any weird sensation about him. Then again, she's going to live with him forever, she'll have to learn how to like him, love him. But can she do it? Yes she can but she'll have to open her heart for him, he's her husband after all. There is no hurting each other in that.

His message popped again and she couldn't help it, she'll have to peek even a little and so she did. "You look so beautiful, breathtaking!" The message said. Her heart leaped in its ribcage, causing her mind to jumble again. She took a deep breath and kept the phone, his words are affecting her so much.

She heaved a sigh and join the conversation the girls were having -Rukayyah found her the one and his name is Mashhub. Nana hope he really is the one for her. They took so many pictures after that, of course she changed three more times which is very stressing.

"It's time for you to go to your husband's house. Remove that cloth and wear this one. Be fast, his family elders will soon be here to take you." Aunty Maimuna instructed.

Nana immediately change into the grey and black atamfa Aunty Maimuna gave her. This also fits her like a second skin but they added something they call lapaya on top. The lapaya is grey in colour and has many black stones around it and it's very shiny too. What is with them and buying her shiny clothes, oh well.

Three geriatrics -women- were sitting in her father's living room when they walk down the stairs with her face hidden behind the lapaya veil. She has had the talking with her father the day before and he also gave her a gift -a beautiful white Audi. She thanked him and they both cry together and now he's not even home, he said he can't watch her leave the house. She shed some more tears with her mother before they leave with the three women in one car. One of them is sitting on the passenger's seat and the other two put her in the middle. They photographers are photographing and video taping everything. She couldn't see the person sitting on the driver's side.

She said her goodbyes and they left with some cars close behind them.

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Salam!
I like Hausa weddings what about you? How are you all doing btw? More sauce people, can't wait huh. And remember, this book is based on 'romance' yeah, they'll be a whole lot of drama also, but romance it is.
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QOTD: What do you think about Zayn's behavior? Her own mixed feelings? Her mother? Her nervousness and shyness? About Rukayyah's the one? What do you think?!

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