"Allah will be merciful with those who are merciful with others; be merciful with those on earth, and the One above the heavens will be merciful with you." -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
-(Tirmidhi).

SECOND FIGHT. . .

Flawlessly dressed in black Catalan dress maxi length lightweight with tiered bubble sleeves and waist belt, Nana kept bouncing around the room to make sure everything is perfect. Zayn kept asking her to slow down and do things leisurely but she didn't pay attention to him, saying her first day should leave the perfect impression so he let her be and sat down on the couch after getting dressed for office himself. She walked into the walk in closet and brought out a black strap two inch covered heels, one sided channel bag and dove hijab. She added a bracelet, anklet and ring around her hands before leaving the closet.

Looking at his wife from the couch as she kept traveling from one place to another, Zayn sighed. If only he didn't make a stupid promise even though it is for both their sakes, he wouldn't have been this sad. He chuckled lightly when she clumsily fell on him, her soft curves pressing hard against his body. She's really making it hard for him even without trying anything, she does a lot.

He didn't let her go, instead, he sat her upright, brushing away the hair that fell on her face. She's straightened it earlier and he could see how it is now silkier and oily. She gazed up at him with her innocent eyes, long curled lashes and parted plump lips. Taking his chance, Zayn didn't care that she has nude lipstick on, he pressed his lips hard on hers and kissed her deeply, drawing her into him. She straddle him with her legs around both his thighs, also feverishly kissing back. His hands didn't stay in one place, they kept roaming around her curves and in that heated moment, he almost slipped but caught himself.

"We need to go." He mumbled in between hard breathes that kept escaping from his mouth. This was so much harder than he thought.

"No, I want you." She whined, gripping his hair with her fingers and forced his lips to hers. Several minutes later, Zayn finally manage to break free because he wants to fulfill his promise no matter what.

"I'm sorry." He kept mumbling, standing up to his full height with her around his waist. He continue to kiss her neck fiercely before giving her one last kiss on her lips.

"I hate you." She whispered powerlessly, already drunken by the kiss.

Zayn just walked out of the room, not having any answer to her. He is also at fault because he kept leading her on, she's just human like he is. Even though this is also hard on him, it is entirely his fault. Things are not under his control and he can't do a thing. Maybe giving her space will do but he sure as hell knew he can't do that for the life of him. Just one night away from her he couldn't endure talk less about not having her with him all day, so he cancelled that thought immediately.

"Let's go." She grumbled when she walked out of the room, not wanting to back down from the fight. She's always very forgiving but not this time around.

To hell with her memories, she loves him and that's all that matters, nothing more. She thank God that Maaysa has already taken Khumais with her earlier or he'll make her smile. She scrunched her face and get into his red 2019 Kia Forte, which he wanted to give her but seeing her mood right now, it is not the time for that. She added her prayer for leaving the house, 'In the name of Allah, I place my trust in Allah and there is no power or might except with Allah.'

The drive was silent and thick with tension. Zayn made so many attempts to take her hand in his but she will glare at him or snatch it away from him. After the seventh attempt in ten minutes, he sighed and kept his hand to himself. She can be very stubborn and obstinate when she wants to be. He drove very fast and parked at the parking lot of the cooking place and press the lock of the doors. He effortlessly pick her up from her seat and onto his laps, dipping his face deep into her neck and inhaling her scent.

"Let me go, Zayn!" She angrily try yanking her face from him but to no avail. Even her angry side is melting into his arms, she didn't call him Cherub.

"I'm sorry, mami. But you have to understand me and my point!" His eyes looks pleadingly into hers, making his lips to inch dangerously closer to hers.

"Why are you doing this to us?" She finally slumped into his arms.

"Those memories are very important, mami. You need them to move on." He mumbled on her head.

"I already moved on and I don't want anything else. I love you, Zayn. I love you." She silently cried in his arms, hating whatever it is in this memory that is stopping her from having her full right.

"I know, mami. I love you more than you can ever imagine but I want to make everything right. The promise I made is really slimming." He mumbled the last part to himself.

After that, they both kept quite for awhile before she kissed him good bye and went into the school. She couldn't wait to start and ask him not to come in with her so he didn't and let her do it herself before he drove off to his office. He didn't waste any time and started working on his next project which was getting more steel into so many other countries around the world and then calling his assistant.

"Tell me about today's schedule because I want to make sure I don't have anything around 02:00PM." Zayn said to his assistant as soon as he walked in.

"Yes, sir. You have two meetings before 02:00PM. First, at 10AM with the BOD regarding the company's strategies. Around 12PM with Mr. Abdul-aziz, regarding the company's interior. Your last meeting is with Mr. Muhammad Aaliy, about the recent iron you want to produce. That's all, sir." The man read out the meetings.

"Cancel the one with Mr. Muhammad Aaliyy, I won't be here by then. Apologize to him on my behalf." Zayn dismissed him, going back to the endless stark of papers sitting on his desk.

He hadn't been serious ever since he got married and the work just kept piling up. Now he has so many things to review and sign, that alone made him want to run to the comfort of his wife's arms. This is enough torture but then, he needs his Secretary right now more than ever so he buzzed the intercom and the middle aged man walked in shortly after.

"I want you to ask the head in Financing Department to check our business interaction for the last two years and calculate them. Check the PowerPoint and see how our profit has changed from that since then." Zayn explained, adjusting his glasses as he continue to sign the papers after reading them.

"Yes, Sir." With that, the man left Zayn to his own work.

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Nibaal is Mashhub's sister and is married two years ago but no luck of child while Nausheen is still going to medical school and is almost done with it and her fiancée is ready for her.

"What are you kids talking about right now?" His mother's voice bellowed around the living since everyone is in shock and they couldn't talk, they just kept staring at the squirming couple.

"I also think they're telling us about another couple. Are you guys talking about your friends?" Nibaal glanced at the two of them with a puzzle look and questioning gaze.

With all the question flying, one asked who he's going to marry and so they told them everything about Maaysa and Rukayyah's decision. They made him swear many times that he's not the one that wanted to marry her. They thought he was the one since there is no woman in this world who would want her husband to get married just a week into her own marriage. The story just added more respect to Rukayyah's scale. No one talked for so many minutes before his mother broke the silence yet again.

"Are you sure about this, dear?" She asked Rukayyah's with concern. She can't even think of herself in the sane condition as her.

"Yes, mom. I'm okay with it." She beamed at them but his sisters' were only looking at her skeptically. What in heaven is she thinking? A co-wife?! Hell no.

"So, Maaysa..." Nausheen drawled with a teasing look as the four youngsters are strolling around the garden.

"Yes, what?" He shoot Rukayyah a look that says 'you better save my ass because you're the cause' but she just laughed and they continue to tease him all together before sitting down on the carpet grass.

"I don't know which kind of power you have inside you to let your husband remarry but you're one hella strong woman." Nibaal praised Rukayyah's as they sat down, munching on some grapes. Mashhub went to answer a phone call.

"I know but I have to help her. He was been very stubborn at first but then came around." Rukayyah shrugged, no need to be jealous of a co-wife, especially if that person is Maaysa.

"Mashhub loves you so much. You know when he first talked about you, I want nothing more than to see who this Rukayyah is. He's experiencing love for the very first time and you could see how excited he is about it from miles away and couldn't wait to have you. Mom called him shameless because he kept talking about you to her. He loves you." Nibaal smiled at her sister in-law.

"I know, Nibs. I love him too but sharing him doesn't mean I'll love him less. It's just that, the mere thought of not having him by my side makes me want to go crazy so I'm just putting myself in Maaysa's shoes. It can become an unhealthy obsession and can even try creating problems for all of us. I don't have problem with her." Rukayyah's laughed a little, she's so in love.

"I understand your point and I respect you so much for that." Nibaal gave Rukayyah's hand a reassuring squeeze just then Mashhub showed up.

"Can I have a word with her in private?" He shoot his sister a look that ask her to stand up now.

"Sure!" She rolled her eyes and left.

"What is it, g-man?" She raised a brow, pretending to adjust his buttons.

"Don't distract me, Zayn called. Is it okay for Maaysa to call me? She wants me to ask you and that she can't really talk to you after what she's done. I don't get you women sometimes." He rolled his eyes.

"She's your soon to be wife, she can call you." She laughed when he glared at her before adding, "but, I'll need you to myself sometimes." She breathed in his ear.

"Don't make me do something stupid in my parents home." He mumbled through gnashed teeth because it looks like she doesn't know what game she's playing at.

"What is it? I want to hear what that stupid thing is." She drew back and sat down facing him whilst excitedly clapping her hands.

"You don't want to hear it, wolverine." She loves that pet name but didn't tell him about it like he didn't admit he loves how she calls him g-man.

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