"It's better for one of you to fulfil the need of his brother (in Islaam) than residing for I'tikaaf in my mosque for two months." -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
-(Haakim).

FAZZATH/KHASIR. . .

"Will I look crazy if I say I want the wedding to take place in three hours or maybe, now?" Mashhub asked Rukayyah as they sit on the grass carpet at the backyard of their house, the Aliero's home.

"You won't! If you do, we both will be called crazy." She grinned, liking her cheeky line.

In two days, the couple will be married but they still can't help it. Tomorrow is her sa lalle/kamu and the next day is wedding with dinner. They are both looking forward to their wedding day that she can't help sneaking to come and see her fiancée. Nana's mother didn't know that they were together for she asked her to stay in the bathtub where her body will softened and continue to smell amazing. The perfumes and other mixtures the skin beautician gave her is simply the best -musk hareer, ibhaar and raghba.

She didn't even enter the bathroom for she immediately walked out to the garden with the help of Hannatu to see her fiancée, not a minute after the skincare session was over. She looks a little more fair, a beautiful glow on her melanin dripping skin and she could also feel how soft her skin is now and love it.

"I can't wait. Forty eight hours is a very long time, don't you think?" He raised a brow when he find that she's checking him out but deep down, he likes the way she shows her emotions to him, and he's seeing satisfaction and desire.

He's dressed in a simple navy blue shirt and black pants but he looks breathtaking to Rukayyah. He never emphasizes himself whilst dressing but he still manage to dress like a model. She smiled brightly before sneaking her hand to take his phone from his breast pocket.

"My name is still your password huh? People can easily get it you know." She is happy with that, not only happy, elated but she likes to tease him here and there.

She typed in the password and logged into his Snapchat. She kept sending streaks and stupid picture of them together to her own before locking it and giving him back his phone. They talked and laughed for another twenty minutes before she heard her Aunty's voice yelling at her and Mashhub, their heads immediately whipped to the garden entrance. There stood Aunty Salamatu -Nana's mother- with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

She wearing a simple black abaya which means she's still wearing the skirt and shirt Rukayyah saw her with earlier and put the abaya because she is going to see a non-mahram -Mashhub. Rukayyah will never hear the end of it since she made her leave all the chores inside and ferried out hear to talk some senses into her niece. There are a lot of work hanging there and she alone can tell the other workers what to do but the stupid girl here is making her do more than she has to.

"You two, come here." Her hands akimbo, she sent a quelling glare at them as they both cheekily grinned at her before standing up, they look like apologetic kids which softens her heart but not her intense glare.

This is not the first time she's escaping from her bath to come and see Mashhub here so Hajiya Salamatu knew where she should go without asking the other hypocrite, Hannatu. She will still take the bath and will have to stay longer with no phone and nothing to keep her company. Normally, she'll stay in there for thirty minutes -in the bathtub- and she can take her phone with her to take away the little boredom and eery silence.

"Good afternoon, Aunt." Mashhub greeted, still having the cheeky grin on his face but Rukayyah's has vanished remembering the one hour she'll have to stay in the bathroom with no phone and nothing.

They exchanged pleasantries with him but Rukayyah is shitting herself, thinking about how she'll stay in the bathroom for an hour. She shoot a glare at Mashhub who only chuckled at her, already knowing what she's thinking of, he enshroud it with a cough because of Hajiya Salamatu. Rukayyah sneaked inside and quickly collected Hannatu's phone and keeping her own on her bed so that her Aunt will not ask for it.

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"Dada?" Nana asked, looking up at Zayn with a huge grin. She doesn't know why, but Khumais calling Zayn Papa brought this overwhelming feeling of warmth and felicitation in her heart.

Zayn was happy but at the same time confused, maybe he called him Dada because he thought he is Fahad -that made him a little disappointed though. He wants him to call him Dada for some odd reasons. Deep down, he knew that Khumais won't be going back to Fahad, he'll stay with them till her memories are back and whole, which means, he won't ever leave after she finds out that he is her son.

Zayn immediately got off Nana and yawed his gaze to the little boy looking up at them expectantly. Zayn blinked at Khumais, waiting for him to call his Uncle Z -since that's what he calls him whenever they facetime- but that didn't happen. He only grinned at him and held up his arms, wanting Zayn to pick him up so that he'll also enjoy whatever it is they're doing up on the bed. Nana only smiled at the duo before starting to tickle both Zayn and Khumais.

"You're calling for a war woman. Two men against one woman." Zayn breath out, standing up with Khumais clasped around his waist.

"No no! We should pray, I lose." She breath out a defeated sigh and routs before ferrying to the bathroom with the duo behind her.

They sat Khumais on the toilet and use the twin sinks to perform ablution. Zayn did the same to Khumais before they walk out and spread the praying mat. Zayn lead the prayer with Khumais and Nana at the back, following whatever he did till they finished and say the supplications together.

"Let's eat!" Nana beamed at her men after serving a huge plate full of sweet potatoes and egg sauce with chicken, Zayn did most of it.

"Yummy!" Zayn also beamed at Khumais before handing him a spoon so he should start eating. He likes eating himself, more like making a mess.

After eating, they both retired to the living room, not bothering to do the dishes till Khumais sleeps. Nana is really happy with Khumais being with her and Zayn, they're her best males including Fahad. Having Khumais here is making her more happy but the flashes of pictures behind her eyes whenever she looks at him in the eye is making her kind of uncomfortable and she talked to Zayn about it but he ask her to not think very deep about it. She should let whatever that happened to happen but to never think too much.

"What are you thinking about?" He snaked his arms around her hips and draw her back to his hard chest. Nana giggled, before turning around and seductively whispered, "I was thinking about you."

"Oh really?" He raised a brow at her, challenging her with his brows and smirk.

"I don't lie." She immediately thwarted away from his grasp and ran around the house like Usain Bolt.

He followed her, his longer legs catching up with hers easily but she also knew how to eschew away from him like a mouse. Zayn stopped and look at her as she continue to run out of the front door to the backyard. He twisted his lips and follow after her with the new found energy he felt just by stopping a little and looking at his beautiful wife with a huge grin etched on her face. Her happiness is all he wants to feel his own.

"Who is now trapped?" He questioned, wrapping his around around her back and crushing her body to his.

She kept breathing like she ran a marathon -quaffing in breaths- which she just did but with his mouth against her sweating pulse around her neck, nothing is making sense. Whenever he's around her, it feels like she is in another planet where it's only for them. Finding her breathing, she mumbled weakly, "Fazzath; (you win)!" Her chest heaving up and down.

"Khasir; (loser)!" He whispered huskily in her ear but it seems like she didn't hear a word he has said, she is focused on what his lips are doing to her. Making her body hot, very intense and fierce.

"I love you!" She breath out unconsciously but could feel the overwhelming feeling deep within her.

Zayn stilled, causing her to open her doe like eyes to look up at him. Not wasting a moment, he pressed a hot, gentle yet ferocious kiss with so much passion and emotions showed and pulled all in the kiss. The gentleness of the kiss and the softness emanated a moan from her. Like fireworks, it's deflagrating and fulminating inside her in harsh hotness but at the same time, like a plume is whispering to her.

Nana has to pack her bags and leave for her parents house since Hannatu took Khumais with her when she came earlier. Now Nana is putting in her toiletries, pajama and all the outfits they are going to wear for sa lalle and dinner. She doesn't want to leave but has to. Her best friend has been pestering and bugging her so Nana promised to just have one night with her and then she's off after the dinner with her husband. She won't waste a second after the dinner.

"You really are going huh?" He snaked his arms around her like he usually does, resting his head on her shoulder.

"I don't want to but I have to." She pouted, turning around to also snake her hands around his neck, looking sad.

"Just for tonight! I hope I can live with it!" With that said, he lean down and press a hot scorching kiss on her lips, drawing her impossibly close, aligning her body to her. She moaned, arching herself into him, like she is not enough with just the little going on. She felt cathartic like a warp just hissed in her heart but it was a pleasurable one.

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Salam!
Juma'at Karim! I hope you all recited suratul kahf...🌹
How are you all doing? Hope everyone and everything is okay and going well, I hope so. So our girl took her time before confessing, hmm! I'm VERY disappointed about the last chapter because there were no comments and the votes are little. Don't forget to VOTE COMMENT SHARE and TAG please. . .
QOTD: What do you think about her confession? About Khumais' saying papa? About Mashhub and Rukayyah? About their little race? What do you think?!

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©Aishatu.