"He who has three daughters, and he shelters them, provides for them and is merciful to them, will definitely be admitted into paradise. -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
-(Ahmad)

When Zayn finished cooking for them, they had their breakfast and took bath -one at a time. It's not that she's not ready for them to consummate their wedding but sometimes it feels like he's not ready and that alone hurts her beyond words. She still won't blame him with it since she didn't give him any sign to take their relationship to another level. How will she do that though? It's kind of embarrassing even though he's her husband. Some things just can't be out in the open even between a husband and a wife, most especially, between her and Zayn since their relationship is still young, or so she wants to think.

She walked him to his car and they did a very long dramatic goodbye as he wouldn't leave her even for a single moment. She laughed and ran into the house when he was about to draw her on his laps. Zayn can be very impossible sometimes but she won't just sit there and let the security man and the gardener to see them getting lovey dovey in the parking lot. She pecked his lips though. Nana groaned when she set her feet in the house and felt the house cold and quite, she is missing him already.

Deciding that she should at least try and cook something, she called Rukayyah, Maaysa and Hannatu to come over. Maybe they'll help her cook something for her husband today and even watch or write everything they'll be doing. God, why didn't she put so much effort into learning how to cook when Aunt Zu asked her to. Now she's regretting it big time. She went to their room to take a quick bath and change into something responsible, not her shorts and vest.

Twenty minutes later, she's dressed in a blue and white striped linen trousers made of soft linen featuring belted waistband with simple subtle pleating at the front. She finished it up with a white shirt and blue dove hijab, blue flats and she's done. She leisurely walk out of the room after taking a small book with her, a pen and her phone. She smiled, thinking about her husband's last text message yesterday when he was at work, he's a Casanova, really.

Just when she kept everything on the kitchen island, the doorbell rang impatiently. That should be Rukayyah and Hannatu, they're very impatient that it's annoying her sometimes. She opened the door and they envelope her in their arms in a tight hug, she couldn't breath. Why are they hugging her like this? After struggling for good two minutes, they finally release her and realise that Maaysa is just behind them.

"Assalamu Alaikum." Nana said to them since they didn't bother saying it to her and just badge in the house.

"Wa'alaikum assalam." Maaysa replied, hugging her gently, yet tightly for some seconds before letting go.

"How are you, dearie?" Nana asked, closing the door behind them when they both stepped in.

"I'm so good." She grinned, walking deeper into the house and slumping down on the couch with the other girls.

They started talking about Rukayyah's wedding which will take place in a month's time insha'Allah and Nana can't wait. From the time they started talking about her wedding and tease her about Mashhub, Nana could see Maaysa forcing a smile and throwing a few words here and there before she gets comfortable again. They played game, team up with Rukayyah and win them. Nana laughed so hard that afternoon before they decide to cook something to eat and continue enjoying.

"We should really stop one yard and colour. Stop taking so many colours." Maaysa rolled her eyes as she cut the pepper.

"We should choose Navy blue, don't ya think?" Hannatu asked them. They're talking about the clothes they should wear as the bridesmaids.

"I'm the maid of honour, I should put something different." Nana presumptuously grinned at them when they rolled their eyes at her.

"Yes, you should wear royal blue. You'll look breathtaking and Ya Zayn won't be able to take his eyes off of you." Rukayyah beamed at her with her teeth on display.

"Thank you, best." She hugged Rukayyah and stuck her tongue out at the other girls and they only roll their eyes.

They finished cooking their noodles in no time and meandered their way to the living room to continue from where they stopped. They talked for another hour or so before they all moseyed back to the kitchen to help Nana cook tuwon semovita and fresh okra soup with fish. She doesn't have okra so Maaysa called her mother to ask their maid to bring some for them and so that happened. They cooked with Nana writing everything they used, the amount of maggi, salt, locust bean, potassium and so on. She smiled when she set the table around Maghrib and the girls left.

She sat down on the couch after cleaning herself as she just saw her period. She change into a black ripped jeans and blue loose shirt, tucking in the front, letting her hair loose. She checked her phone for any message from her husband and there it is, saying. "I'll be back soon, Insha'Allah. Dress sexy, mami." She giggled, this man is impossible wallahi.

The door jingled and her husband grace her with his presence. His dress shirt is not tucked anymore, a few buttons were removed showing his slightly hairy chest. His suit hanging on his shoulder, leaving only his waistcoat and tie loose. She drooled at the sight before standing up to welcome him only to sit back down when a harsh pain pierced down her lower abdomen, her cramps had to poise out it's presence now. It hurts so much, squeezing tears to her eyes.

"Mami? Mami?! W-what's wrong?" Zayn stuttered, looking like he's the one in pain and not her. He looks so confused because it broke his heart to see her looking so very scathed.

"Cr-cramps! My stomach hurts so damn m-much." She cried, tears streaming down her face and this is just too much for Zayn, he can't take seeing her like this.

"Can I help? Or should we go to the hospital?" He asked uneasily, sweat dripping down his forehead, he looks very disturbed.

"Hot water. Put it in a bottle water and press it in my stomach or towel or anything hot. It hurts!" She wailed between tears, haggard. The pain is shooting like a woman whose water broke and is having contractions so she didn't bother acknowledging the raucousness of her voice. For once, she's not sentient about it.

"Right away." Zayn called, already walking into the kitchen.

He turn on the tap and put it to hot before looking for a water bottle and towel. He filled the bottle with water before putting some in a bowl and took one of the new kitchen towels. He ran straight to the parlour and press the towel gently on a wailing Nana. She started closing her eyes slowly and Zayn continue to rinse and press the towel on her beautiful tan stomach. He removed the tank top out of the way and let it stay a little before her bosom. He is keeping the bottle water for it to cool down a little before pressing it also and she fell asleep in between.

Zayn sighed, looking at his wife. She is in pain and he is not liking it one bit, it's like he's the one hurting and now her. He draw her head to his laps and stroke her scalp gently and he also fell asleep while doing so, not seeing Maaysa surreptitiously taking their picture and immediately sending it to both of them. She silently left, keeping the garlic and cinnamon pepper she brought for them to enjoy the okra soup on the dining table.

Nana stirred before fully opening her eyes, the pain in her lower abdomen is not there anymore. She smiled, looking up at Zayn like he's a titan whilst he snored silently but she could hear it with his lips slightly parted. She adjust herself and sit down wholely on him -her legs draped on his and her hand trace the small stubble that started forming by the side of his cheek. She brushed the hair that fell on his forehead and he opened his eyes, startling her a little.

"You okay?" He asked immediately, looking down at her stomach.

"Yup! Perfectly fine. Thank you." She pecked his lips but he didn't let her go when she attempts to. He draw her closer so she's now stranding him and deepen the kiss, his hands trailing from her hips to to her neck.

They pulled away from the heavy make out when they were both out of breath. They settle their foreheads on each others before playing briefly with their noses. She giggled and he chuckled, deep and husky from sleep before she dislodged her position and sat down next to him, her legs still wrapped around his and her hands around his torso. He smiled down at her as she bite down her lower lip sexily.

"Stop doing that. I'm hungry." He whined after removing her lower lip from between her teeth.

"You haven't eaten? Oh my God, come let's eat." She dragged him to the dinning table and sat him down before yelling surprise and opening the food.

Zayn grinned, drawing her closer to him and pecking her nose making her giggle. She asked him to eat, telling him that he should finish first and she's not hungry. She fed him whilst telling him about her day with the girls and how they cooked together and she learnt a lot. He also told her about his day and how he manage to invest in a well-known steel company and wants to surprise his father with it. He's always wanted to be in that business but no such luck.

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How are you all doing and your day? So our Nana is learning how to cook gradually, hehehe. That's good and what's up with Rukayyah and Mashkur? Who's excited for their wedding, hehe me! More drama my people, I can't wait sef. Do VOTE COMMENT SHARE and TAG and I promise more updates will be popping everyday,..
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