Whoever performs the two cool prayers (i.e., 'Asr and Fajr) on time will enter paradise. -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
-(Bukhaari).

MU'AYYAD.

Nana bite on her lower lip, not knowing what to do in the house all alone. Maybe, she should go and greet her father in-law and then stay a little with Maaysa? Maybe that's the best idea than sitting here all alone with no breathing human. She immediately dial Zayn's number and ask him if she could go to which he instantly agreed on but not before making her blush and squirm with his husky teasing voice and naughty words. The man makes her want to lock them up in their room all alone and spend the rest of their lives together in there with no disturbance, only two hearts beating. What is this that she's feeling? Just the need to be alone with her husband is overwhelming and tingly.

She moseyed to the room and change into a mauve constellation dress, maxi length dress cut. She twirled a little before wrapping her dove hijab and pick her phone and slippers. She ferried out of the house and close the door. She left their house and could see three more houses apart from theirs in the estate with similar paint. That means the one in front of her is her in-laws, the one by her left is her father in-laws brother and his wife then the one to her right is for Zayn's grandparent when they visit. She still remember how Zayn directed her.

Her phone mistakenly fell down when she try to adjust her dress. She bent down to pick it but a calloused hand beat her to it, it almost touched her but she moved her hand before he could touch it, knowing that this hand isn't her husband's. Yeah, she knows how Zayn's hands are and his fingers -they're very long and lean and this one is darker than Zayn's even though it's white also.

"Here!" He passed the phone to her but she still didn't stand up to her full height so she can't see his face.

"Thank you." She softly whispered, collecting the phone briskly without touching his hand even one bit. She was about to walk away but he stopped her.

"I'm Mu'ayyad, you look new here. I've never seen you." He stated, wanting to see her face and just then she raised her head up to see the famous Mu'ayyad, Hidaya's older brother.

"Yeah, I'm new here." She cut her words looking slightly meticulous, not wanting to enunciate unwanted conversation with her husband's cousin and a handsome specie also whom she felt like she knew somewhere. He's also handsome and she's afraid she'll have heart attack one of these days because of the handsome people she's seeing after meeting Zayn.

She side stepped him and walk away without a word, leaving Mu'ayyad biting in his lips and mumbling she's playing hard to get. If only he knew who she was. She is this beautiful girl he bumped into and instantly fell for in a weirdly way. She looks innocent and has beautiful and alluring smell that entranced him. Nana would've hated herself if she knew her perfume was smelled by a guy. Her sin is the same as the one who committed zianh (sexual intercourse) and that's a huge crime in Islam.

Nana's heart was beating weirdly after the little bump with Mu'ayyad, isn't that weird? She brushed it off and continue her small trip to her in-laws sumptuous house -though it's a one storey building, it's way larger and finer than hers. She ethereally knock on the gate and their security guard open it for her with a greeting which she shyly replied to before walking to the front door and then rang the doorbell, looking around the huge interlocked spacious house compound. Even the interlocks looks amazing in her eyes and the flowers arranged by the side of the walls. There is a huge garden at the far end of the place and she concluded that this house is bigger than theirs and it has different shape with theirs. But that doesn't mean their own is small, nah its also huge.

"Welcome, Nana." The door opened and she salam-ed at the older lady who is the house help, named Asma'u.

"Thank you. Where are they?" She politely asked, looking around the long clean white hallway with different expensive looking vases.

"In the general living room." Asmau politely replied before disappearing from Nana's sight leaving Nana to walk town the hallway to the general living room which is first door to her left as she could remember from the last time they visited with Zayn, he showed her around the house and even his former room.

"Assalamu alaikum." She muttered, not stepping into the living room till she heard Maaysa's excited voice asking her to come in. She doesn't enter places without been asked to come in, that's how her religious teaches her.

"Wa'ailaikum assalamu, Nana. Come in." Maaysa excited voice drawled and from what Nana could see, she's having her hands and legs designed with red henna, it looks beautiful on her fair, pale skin.

"How you doing? Great from what I could see and the henna is beautiful by the way." She complimented, before sitting herself on the blue sofa.

The general living room has colour riot sofas -yellow, blue, green and maroon red. It's very beautiful and unique for the small family. The children bring their guests there whilst the parents will take them to the ordinary living room, not family living room. It has a black center table in the middle where Nana kept her phone and two white and cream coffee tables. A huge TV stood proudly by the left side of the room where Nana is facing.

"I know right. You can do it too you know. Zayn loves henna." Maaysa winked at Nana who just blushed a little before removing her dove hijab and getting comfortable.

Zayn loves henna and she knows that. He couldn't stop kissing and strafing at her hands when she did it for their wedding before it faded. He likes tracing the patterns lazily when she's asleep but to wake up with him still doing it unconsciously. She smiled a little at the memory, he loves it and she's going to do it. Ever since he confessed his love which was just yesterday, Nana wants to keep fulfilling her wife duty and has the strong unyielding force to impress him in all ways. She wants to love him with her all and she's starting to fall real hard.

"I'll do it!" She cheered, tying a small veil -she saw sitting lazily there which is Maaysa's- around her head to cover her bushy hair before settling down next to Maaysa whose henna is almost done.

The henna designer smiled at Nana before introducing herself as Hafsa. They talked and laughed about the most common things and then talk about their experiences and almost death incidents. Nana got the images behind her eyes when Hafsa narrated a story about what happened to her in her village when she went to visit and then puff, she's arranged to be married but then the guy she was supposed to marry bluntly said he won't marry her. It was like she has been in that same place but how can that happen when she's been in the confine of her house all her life? She yet again brush it off.

After that, they all kept quite and enjoy the silence. Two hours later, their henna is dried and they went to wash it off. Maaysa's has dried awhile back but she said she wants to wait for Nana and together they both walk to the adjoined general bathroom -which looks gorgeous yet again to Nana- to wash their hands and perform ablution to pray Zuhr.

Maaysa told her that Maa is not home but will be back soon so she waited. True to Maaysa's words, hajiya Rehma walked in with a beaming face and then hugging Nana and played for their henna since Hafsa hasn't left then, she stayed because she enjoyed the girls company. The four women kept on talking till it was time for Asr, hajiya Rehma ask them to walk into the praying room that Alhaji Khattab will lead since he's still weak and can't go to the mosque. They women stood behind him and pray before they all transport to the dining room to have late lunch.

Nana left the house a little after the lunch with Hafsa trailing by her side as she also didn't leave. They walk out of the gate and Nana bid her adieu and went to her side whilst Hafsa left the estate.

She slipped into her house and change her outfit to a denim jeans and loose flowery top. She whack her brain thinking of the easiest thing to cook so she could search for the recipe on internet. After thinking long and hard, she stopped at spaghetti with vegetables. She checked her fridge and find it stacked with many vegetables; carrots, green beans, peas, cabbage, lettuce, avocado and many more. She browsed the types of vegetables that should be used and came up with carrot, green beans, peas and cabbage.

She set everything on the island and cut them -on the chopping board- into beautiful shapes and then put everything minus the cabbage and carrot -because as it is written- plus spices, she should put the carrot after putting the spaghetti and then put the cabbage at last. She did everything and twenty five minutes later, her spaghetti turned out to be very beautiful to the eyes and also mouth after tasting it. She jumped up and down whilst putting everything in a cute black food flask and sheathing it. She brought out the chilled Pepsi she earlier stuck into the freezer and set the table for them.

"Why are you jumping up and down? You look so happy, what's the secret?" Zayn raised a left arched brow at his wife after admiring her from the door when he walked in, wanting to snake his hand around her waist.

This is the first time she's wearing jeans in his house and darn she looks so piquant and sultry that it almost scathe. Her whole appearance took his breath away but didn't like her hair into ponytail so he walk straight to her since her face was facing what she's doing on the island and she can't see him.

"I'm just so happy!" She beamed, meandering around to kiss his cheek before turning back to closing the food flask.

"Uhm, I can tell." He trailed kisses down to her neck and giving a gentle suck there and cause a deep moan to emanate from deep from within her, arching her neck to give him more access as she frissons.

Lascivous!

"Uhmm, ch-cherub?" And that almost detonated it, she whispered his name in the most seductive way possible.

"I want your hair down. I told you, I always want it down." He snaked his other hand to her hair with his body trapping her between his body and the island.

He removed the ribbon and massage her hair. She couldn't stop the moan that rose from her chest so she released it, very deep and sultry..

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Salam!

How are you all doing? Hope you're all doing perfectly okay hmm?! Yay, good. So me I'm liking this hot tension going around #zaysha! Who's with me? Yell a yay if you are and nay of your not, we can change that. Don't forget to VOTE COMMENT SHARE and TAG please. . .
QOTD: What do you think about Mu'yyad? About the feeling she felt with him? About her henna? Another flash after Hafsa's story? About her food? Their session? What do you think?!

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Aishatu.⭐