"On the day of resurrection, Allah will cheer up (by His forgiveness) He who cheers up his fellow Muslims." -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
(Tabaraani)

GETTING DRESSED.

After doing her morning routine -bathing, washing hair, brushing, drying her hair, wearing on a mustard light dress, with ruched waistband and crossover detail at the bust, she put on bakhoor, gab-gab, sandalwood and al khanjaar everywhere in the house and then walk into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them. Not knowing how to cook, Nana halted at frying Irish potatoes, sausage, samosa and egg sauce for them. She set everything in a different medium size cute warmers after she was done, before orchestrating the dining table.

"What do we have here?" She heard her husband's deep voice from behind her and that surprisingly brought a huge smile to her face.

"Breakfast, I cooked!" She beamed, forgetting that he didn't know that she doesn't know how to cook. That almost slipped out of her mouth but she caught it.

"Really! Your days are off huh?" He chuckled a little when she blushed before drawing a chair back and asking her to sit then sitting on the one next to hers.

"It's so delicious." He released an exaggerated moan to prove his point. But no doubt, her hands has magic even though it's just frying and nothing else.

"Stop moaning like this is the best thing you've ever tasted and besides, they're all plain." Nana mumbled, looking at the table with a frown and a little too harsh than intended. It's almost invidious to her.

"This is anything but plain. I'm eating the food made by you for the first time and it's amazing." He sent a grin her way before munching on samosa, scrunching it loudly.

Nana thank the heavens that Rukayyah and Hannatu decided to stock her freezer with many bags samosas and sausages. She wouldn't know what to do if that didn't happened. O' her good Lord, but she can't escape from that for long. She'll have to deal with it for now and smile at him even though the turmoil she's undergoing is anything but a light subject. O' ya Allah, save her from the embarrassment that will occur the day he finally found out which will be very soon. But one thing she understands about Zayn, he wouldn't make fun of her but well...

"Thank you." She blushed innocently before taking a sip of her iced coffee, sheathing away the florid colour around her neck.

"Maaysa said that they'll be here soon as the luncheon will start around two and we should be there by then. I'll just get ready in the other room." Zayn ricocheted out before standing up to help her clear the table.

"And that reminds me, why are they all locked?" She raised a brow as the question just made it's appearance. She's wanted to ask that question a very long time ago, well a week and three days ago. All the other three bedrooms are locked and she doesn't know why.

"Because you, my wife, will try sneaking into one of those rooms to sleep." He shrugged.

"I would do no such thing!" She argued and true to her words, that thought never really crossed her mind, not even once.

"That's what I thought after three days." He laughed when she threw what looked like a quelling glare at him. That only amused him.

"Whatever!" She rolled her eyes, continuing to do the dishes as he talk about the people she's going to meet today at the luncheon, which he called a small walimah for them.

"They're already here." Zayn pouted -when he heard the doorbell- and Nana giggled, he looks so adorable with his left dimple deepening. "They won't let me have some time with my wife, just when i get her. This is so amazing." He finished sarcastically, drawing her close to him by her waist.

"They should not see this. Let go of me." She mumbled as if they're already inside but then she heard the door opening but he still didn't release her.

"What's wrong about me holding my own wife?" He raised the brow she's sorta jealous of.

"But-but it's... This is embarrassing." She couldn't even finish her words, they're already there. She pushed her head to his arm when she saw five pair of eyes looking at them from the kitchen doorway, more like ten pair of eyes.

"Be a good wife and get dressed." He chuckled, kissing her dove hijab covered head before slowly removing his hand from her waist, leaving tingling sparks at their wake. "See you anon, mami." He whispered lowly in her ear before disappearing out of the kitchen leaving her hot and bothered.

"If that isn't what we call goals, then I don't know what is." Rukayyah mumbled, fanning her face with her hand and phone.

"Tell me about it." Maaysa mumbled and then the teasing didn't stop for a moment, even after Kaadira finished her neutral makeup.

Kaadira, Naazwa, Maaysa, Hannatu and Rukayyah are all dressed in her room. Zayn's sisters are wearing peach coloured gowns with flay opening and then wrapped their veils in an Arabian style. Rukayyah is wearing maroon and peach veil and Hannatu is wearing peach gown but it's a little darker than the ones Zayn's sisters are wearing with peach veil. They all look breathtaking but Nana's clothe is still not decided. She's still in the maxi dress she wore earlier and Maaysa is looking into her closet.

Kaadira and Naazwa step out a little while earlier to talk about what Nana doesn't know.

"I can see that you're still not comfortable with Nana. Why?" Kaadira raised a brow at her younger sister as they sat down on the high kitchen barstools,far away from the others.

"It's not like that. You know that's just how I am and it's like she's hiding something from us, I don't know." Naazwa sighed, not understanding why she's feeling like that. It's like both her mother and Zayn are hiding something from her and she's feeling left out because there is no secret between her and Zayn.

"You don't like letting people in, blah blah blah. I know that but she's also trying to fit in as you can see she's not comfortable with us also. If there is anything she's hiding, it's between her and her husband and not us. Don't interfere!" Kaadira scolded.

"If you say so." Naazwa shrugged, biting on the apple that she took from the basket on the counter.

"You should wear this." Maaysa tiredly mumbled, this is the seventh dress. Nana has been saying that they are way too revealing for her to go out with in public. It looks like all her body figure will be out in the open and she's not liking it.

"Okay!" Nana stood up from the vanity table, keeping her phone as she was chatting with Zayn.

"Finally!" Maaysa threw herself on their bed when Nana walked into the closet to get changed.

"This is it!" Naazwa squealed when Nana ferried out if the closet. Nana was really surprised at her change of attitude but also pleased, maybe this is a start for something new and good. Yesterday and today is just going smoothly, she hopes nothing wrong will happen at the luncheon.

The girls agreed and Nana pivoted to look at the full length huge mirror after saying her prayer. She smiled at the golden brown bespoke Woora dress she's wearing. It's not as tight as she thought it would be. It's simple golden brown embroidery makes everything beautiful and elegant. She is already in love with the dress and it's warmness under her fingers makes everything more gorgeous.

"Now, step into this beautiful heels and hold this clutch and then you're ready!" Rukayyah verballed, moseying out of Nana's closet with beautiful golden glass-like heels and clutch.

Nana did a little touch up to her golden brown dove hijab before stepping into the heels and holding the clutch -putting in her phone and other small necessities. The girls took a lot of pictures before they waved goodbye to Nana that they'll meet her there. She asked about her parents and in-laws but they said it's not for the geriatrics but for the youngsters. Nana shook her head sideways at that.

So engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't feel nor hear anyone coming into the room till she felt someone's hot breath against the side of her face. Already knowing that the scent belongs to her husband, Nana didn't turn around but stare at him in the mirror. He looks dangerously handsome in white babban riga and same matching golden brown embroidery around his neck to his mid abdomen. Matching golden brown Zannahbukar cap sitting on top of his well trimmed hair.

Nana smiled at him from the mirror when he raised his eyes to look at her with his dark orbs. He grinned, showing his white pearls before kissing her left cheek then snaking his arms around her waist. The tingling sensation shoot at her like bomb. Nana blushed, thinking about yesterday when she kissed his strong hard jaw. She did it again, taking him by surprise but he recovered soon when the feeling of warmth and softness embed his whole being. Flushing her against his chest, he kissed her forehead mumbling; "You look breathtaking, mami." His voice was deep and husky and that alone did a lot of things to her body.

"So do you." She bit her lower lip knowing that he'll not see her face since it's lying on0 his chest.

Remembering that there is make up on her face, she immediately pull away, looking at the place her head lied. It looks like he just wore it which no wrinkles. She released a breath and he asked what was wrong, she told him about the makeup stuff only for him to burst out laughing saying that he'd go there even if her makeup touched the place. He wants everyone to know who she belongs to, she hit his arm and drag him out of the house to his white 2019 Toyota Avalon that's writing right by the entrance.

"You look beautiful." She heard his voice whispering again after he parked at the place they're supposed to have the luncheon. He was looking intently at her, making her squirmy because of how intense his stare is.

"Thank you!" She blushed again. He rounded the car and open her side before helping her out and snaking his arms where they belong to -her waist.

Nana could see a lot of cars there and not just simple car, they all look very expensive and enormous.

"Let's go Mi'lady." He gently whispered in her ear before tugging at her by her waist.

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Salam!
How are you all doing and how is life? So we're having our luncheon! Weeheee, the wedding looks very plain don't you think? So a little luncheon to digest everything! Wait for it loves🎶 I've thought about this, I think I should be updating every Sunday but please, I want your comment. Don't forget to VOTE COMMENT and SHARE please. . .
QOTD: What do you think about Nana's comfortableness? About Naazwa? About the luncheon? About Nana's cooking stuff? What do you think?!

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Aishatu.⭐