The Prophet (P.B.U.H), said: "When a Muslim visits his sick brother, he never ceases to be in a Khurfah of paradise until he returns." He was asked: "What is Khurfah?" He replied: "It's fruits."
-(Muslim)

HAIR.

Nana hissed underneath her breath when the dove hijab she's tying around her head didn't sit and she has been doing the same thing for almost ten minutes which she normally does in a minute or two. She has been putting pins around the thing but it isn't budging and it's getting really on her nerve. She glared at the veil from the mirror whilst looking at the outfit she's wearing today -cotton blend colour block stripe maxi dress- to go to the hospital as she insist on going with Zayn.

She can see that he's trying his very best not to break with all the stress drowning on him. She can't afford to leave him alone when he needs her even though he's not saying it, she can see it. He's trying to leave alone to the hospital knowing fully well that he's going to meet the doctor himself and will likely hear what he doesn't want to but he's still acting strong whilst he's anything but strong. She's mentally saluting him though, he's very close to his father that if anything happens to him, he will be utterly shattered.

"You should let your hair down more often." Zayn's voice yank her out of her reverie. She didn't notice him coming inside the closet nor even removing the hairband around her hair.

Her long black hair fall down her back till mid back and some stubborn hairs that are not straight fell around the place. Her hair is very soft that Aunty Zu don't like pleating it as it'll be a waste of time, immediately after finishing one, it'll loose and she'll groan before doing it again and tying the end so that it won't loose but it will still do that the next day so they got tired and stopped trying. She hates washing and drying it everyday.

She has been straightening the hair everyday because it's natural and bushy. If she doesn't straighten it, it'll be very hard for her to comb it talk less of pleating it. It got softer with the moisturizer she is using and got longer because of how much she's stretching it. She hates doing that but has no other choice or the hair will just fall which she doesn't even want to think of. She loves her hair so much to let it break but she damn lazy.

She is the type of person that hates seeing place dirty but can't clean it. She can be very lazy and thank Allah for giving her a husband like Zayn who likes cleaning and arranging their room. She will see the room dirty with some of his clothes on the bed or the unmade bed but she'll just cry her eyes at the place without standing up but she still wants to see it clean, magically.

"Whe- when did you walk in?" Eyes wide, she made an attempt to close her hair with the hijab but he didn't let her.

"Earlier." He answered, his voice dropping an octave. "You should stop hiding your hair from me. It's beautiful and long." He lean down to smell it, closing his eyes instinctively.

Nana's breath quicken. Heart beat racing like she just finished running a marathon. Her eyes widened even more thinking that her heart will fall out of it's ribcage and run away from it's home because of how fast it's beating. Her breath rugged, closing her eyes and leaning back into her husband whose hands went to her flat tummy and hugged her from behind. Slowly but surely, his nose went to her ear and took a deep breath there before mumbling some inaudible words there.

Just when she's about to ask him what he said, one of their phones rang from the closet and they sprang away from each other as if they got teleported back to reality by some Fae.

Zayn groaned before walking to where her phone sat, taking it and giving it to her after seeing that her mother was calling her. That reminds him, he should probably take her to her parents from the hospital. He's going back to work next tomorrow and he's not liking it. For a workaholic, this is very new to him to not want to go to work after having two weeks break.

His father made sure those two weeks are fulfilled before he gets back to work as they didn't get to spend time with his wife before marriage. He wants them to spend much needed time together and honeymoon was removed from his head because they want her to regain her memories before they go ahead with the honeymoon. He likes that idea though, he wants to be with the real Nana after knowing everything about her past. And something half terrifying and half ecstatic drown on him, he's in love with his wife.

Yes, it is not love at first sight but he's very sure that what he's feeling towards his wife is nothing other than love. He yearns to be with her, always looking forward to making her smile and laugh. He loves hearing her voice even if she's just going to blabber out rubbish. The feeling of warmth, felicity, arousal, bliss and happiness always comes when the thought of her just crossed his mind. The feeling of awareness just by her presence makes everything in his body awake and filled with warmth. What can he describe this feeling if not love? He has never been in love but he's not stupid to not know how it feels to love someone.

He knew this is coming but he never thought it'll be this early. He's not angry with himself though, if he doesn't love his wife then who would? He wants to love her and also want her to love him back but that can wait for later. He should focus on getting her memories back first and and then everything should unfold later.

"Ma'assalam!" Her voice hurled him back to present after his endless musings.

"Should I help you with that?" He nervously asked but the nervousness didn't show and he's sure of that.

Nana gaped at her husband but nodded after some few minutes. She handed him the hairband and the dove hijab before sitting back on the plush white stool that's facing the huge mirror. She could see him from the mirror as he expertly arrange her hair and tying it in the band. Is it bad of her to feel jealous that maybe he did it for Halima when they were together? She has the right to be and after all, her name is Aisha and they're known for their strong jealousy.

She gulped back the jealousy itching to make itself known and let her eyes wander around her husband's outfit. He looks stunning handsome, clasped in blue jeans and white casual shirt that stopped around his upper arm, showing his muscular arms. She blinked at the veins that pop out with each twist if his hand before hitting her head mentally, she should not stare like that, but damn that was amazing.

"Done!" Dazed, she blinked her lashes two times before looking at what he had done. It's a different style from the one she does but very beautiful in it's own way.

"Where did you learn how to do it?" She raised a brow at him from the mirror.

"When Naazwa was pregnant with Mudassir, she made me do things I wouldn't do in my wildest dream." He grinned at her somewhat satisfied face.

Hell yes she's more than satisfied with his answer. She is mentally dancing because the answer has nothing to do with Halima. No 'H' was uttered and that's enough to last her a lifetime. He told her that there wasn't love or any romantic thing between them when they were married and she wants to keep everything at that. She doesn't want to know more about their lives.

"That's good! Now I'll have you to be doing it for me when I'm pregnant." She grinned childishly at him which he find very cute before her words register in his head. She said when she's pregnant! If only she knew...

"Can't wait." He teased, looking at red hue spread from her forehead but stopped there.

"I w-w-was just... Let's go." She bit her tongue, thwarting away from his hold and out of the house before breathing in and out. What was she thinking?

"Don't disturb your skull." She heard Zayn bit out, opening the passenger door for her and helping her in.

They didn't talk after that and shortly, they arrived at the hospital and were ushered to the doctor's office after greeting his father. Nana didn't leave him even after he asked her to stay with his sisters in his father's private hospital room. She clinged to his and wrap his hand around her waist herself before defiantly opposing him and sitting down in front of the doctor with him beside her, looking like he's with another person and not his wife.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Zayn! We're going to discharge Mr Khattab today but I'll like you to fill this paper and I have to tell you something about his health also," the doctor started and continued when Zayn nodded. "That attack was cardiac as you know, that's massive. Cardiac attack occurs when there is a thickened heart muscle (cardiomyopathy), deterioration of the myocardium, heart failure and arrhythmias. His started with arrhythmia but thank God your mother was there and did the CPR immediately after he stopped breathing. This happens because he's been thinking too much lately, he's stressed and also his sedentary lifestyle. He should exercise more and stop thinking too much. It's a miracle that we helped him because his condition was very bad. Take care of him and take this to the nurse. She should give you the prescribed medicine." The doctor concluded, giving them a piece of paper.

The doctor excused himself and left the office, leaving the couple alone with their thoughts.

Nana immediately stood up and hugged him close to her bosom. She ran her hand through his thick onyx hair in an affectionate way whilst comforting him with strong words. He's hurting and she could feel it. She lie her head down on his shoulder -as he was still sitting- and close her eyes but someone's picture immediately crossed her face in a flash and it went away before she could hold onto it. It looks like she had been in that position with someone else but that's just impossible so she brushed it off and comfort her husband more.

She has always thought of what it would feel to be embraced in his strong arms running her fingers through his thick soft black hair and now that she's doing it, it felt good.

Zayn love the feeling of her soft body against his. That alone is comforting, excluding her brave words that followed.

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Salam!

How are you doing all doing munchkins? Hope you're all fine and good! So there is a flash behind her eyelids, weeheee! I hope you all are catching what is going on... Don't forget to VOTE COMMENT and SHARE also TAG please...
QOTD: What do you think about Nana's hair? His love!? Her deviancy? His father's condition? What about the flash behind her eyelids? What do you think?!

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Aishatu.