"Be truthful, as truthfulness leads to virtue, and virtue leads to Paradise." -Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)
-(Bukhaari).

"Hey! It's been so long." Mu'ayyad beamed, looking at his cousin's gorgeous wife perched quietly on the sofa but she lowered her head immediately after smiling up at him. If only he could find a wife like this and he acted fast in the past. They still chat on phone but he feels like it's not enough for him.

"Yeah. How are you?" She asked almost inaudibly because she's shying away from talking to a man who isn't her husband.

"I'm perfectly okay." He continue to beam and trudged into the room just when Zayn burst the door open.

He didn't like what he was seeing but he kept quite because he trust his wife more than anyone in his life. He smiled and pecked her forehead, as though he wants to claim her in front of his cousin. They're friends and cousins but if anyone is to be talking to his wife like this, he'd do anything to make sure that person is ten miles away from her. He only did that but next time -if there'll ever be one- he will kiss her fully on her lips and even sit her down on his lap if it means showing his cousin who belongs to him.

"I missed you." She mumbled in his ear, totally forgetting about a fidgeting Mu'ayyad who awkwardly shuffled on his feet but then turned around and left.

"Same here, mami, same here. But why are you here?" He pulled away, already knowing that Mu'ayyad had left earlier and now they're alone.

"We finished early and I thought about bringing lunch for you. I cooked! Can you imagine, the teacher praised me so much and I feel so proud..." She beamed at him and kept rambling about her day while she passed the lunch for him which she packed in a takeaway.

"Wow!" He moaned out, half listening to her rant about her friends and half making sure to created more space in his stomach to pack everything inside.

"I know right." She removed her phone from her bag and ask for any black veil she could use to close her face so she could blog on YouTube, it's been very long since she last visited YouTube and Instagram.

"What are you doing? YouTube?" He raised a brow like he's asking when he's already stalked her before they got married and saw all her poems as she recites them with her face closed.

"Yup, it's been long since I last blogged so I want to show my husband to the world." She grinned cheekily at him, slowly unwrapping her dove hijab and expertly closing both her hair and face with it.

"Hum, you never told me about your blog though. And do you really want them to look at my face while you close yours?" He asked with a slight pout but didn't stop stuffing his meal down his throat.

"Aren't you the cutest thing ever? And yes, I should not open my face but you are a man." She shrugged, turning her camera, adjusting it on the coffee table with the help of a tissue paper roll.

"Let me tell you what to do..." With that, she kept briefing him about how she does her blog but will change it since she's with him and they will just have fun answering some questions between themselves.

"Woah! That is one hella work there but let's do it." He scooted closer to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulder before tapping on the phone screen to start recording.

"Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakaatuh!" She waved, making sure her voice dripped thicker with her Arabic tongue which really turned Zayn on. So she has this beautiful Arabian voice she's hiding from him and only saying it to the camera. When he stalked her first, he thought it was because he's hearing it from the phone and that's why it's that thick but hearing her now beside him, he just kept quite and stared at her lovingly yet aroused.

"...So, I'm going to introduce my husband to you all." Her voice brought him out of his reverie and turned to smile at the camera. "He's Zayn, Zayn Khattab Borkan." She introduced proudly with that thick Arabian voice, if only she knew what that voice is doing to him and what he already has in mind, she wouldn't have being very comfortable sitting next to him. Everything is going the left way and that lane isn't the right one to follow.

Zayn said his own taslim to the camera with a charming smile which made Nana's heart leap and hurt a little because of how she knew many girls will be ogling at him but then again, she is his wife and they'll never get in contact with him no matter what the situation. She turn to the camera and also smile even though her face is closed. She started saying a few words in Arabic before switching to Hausa and then back to English which amazed Zayn to no end. Really, his wife is full of surprises in her and he's too damn proud about it. If only she'll leave her shell and recite the poem to the world.

He has so many ways to make her famous with her poem and he will only need her permission. There is an upcoming event in their office which will take place in three months because they're going to launch the new fan and iron they produced. The event will be huge since it's been long since they last threw any not that they don't launch but because they are merging their business with another company from outside the country. If she will just recite her poem there and give a little speech, in no time, her poems will be needed in books and will have so many fans.

"I'm going to recite a poem right now for my cherub. I just made it up right in this spot so, here goes nothing..." She took a deep breath before making a brief eye contact with Zayn who was awed with what she's said.

"All kinds of warm

Whenever I hug him closely
And he wraps his hands around my waist
His scent seeping into my nostrils
I find it in there, the warmth that engulfs the world at noon
The kind of warmth that makes the bees sing
The kind of warmth that makes the butterflies flutter their wings
He is, all kinds of warm

Whenever I cuddle next to him
Psychology has it, cuddling helps relaxes the brain
But they forget to mention
Cuddling next to him makes me forget
Where I am, who I am, what is it that surrounds me
Cuddling next to him makes me
Feel envious of the evening clouds
It makes me want to be a star for once
To shine, sparkle and make love to moon
He fills the whole me with his warmth
He melts all that is solid within me
And I flow, as easily as the blood flowing in his veins
He is all kinds of warm."

She could see the little tear that almost slipped out of his left eye but it didn't, he blinked them back and gave her the most romantic, beautiful hug she's ever received. It was so filled with warmth, appreciation and love she easily melted into a puddle and she sure isn't going to cut that scene, he's her husband after all. Maybe that will be the best way to tell those girls off! Yeah, she thought, soaking deeper into her husband's warmth like a cat does to it's owner.

"I'm speechless, mami. I really don't know what to say, that was so beautiful but the thought that you just made it up is..." He trailed off, seeing that no words could describe how he's feeling.

"You're my cherub and I'll spoil you with a lot more." She kissed his cheek, smiling softly at her emotional husband.

"I love you." He pulled her into a smooching that left her begging for more and breathless, she sure will cut this place since he's opened her veil to kiss her.

"I love you." She mumbled in his mouth, not bothering to pull away just yet so she sat herself on his laps, not before turning off the camera though.

Just then, a flash tumbled into her head which made it hurt a lot more painful than the others. The others will just blink behind her eyelid and then her head will hurt a little then it'll disappear but this time, it stopped for a little longer where she gasped a room. It looks like it's in a village but the things inside the room looks expensive and looks bigger for the room. There is a camp gas, a small red stove and other kitchen stuff by one tiny side and a big wardrobe then the king-sized bed with beautiful mirror facing it. The room looks like something straight out of a movie. Like a wealthy woman got married to a village poor man and the things her family did for her is extravagant.

"What's wrong, mami?" Zayn's demeanor changed to a concerned one. He looks very worried and restless because of the excruciating wince she released due to pain.

"Those flashes again. Damn, why did I have to lost my memory again?" She whined into his chest, the pain subsiding slowly by itself.

She is trying to think what that room meant but nothing rushed to her head. It seems like after the flash, everything will just switch itself off in her head and she for one is not liking it at all. She wants to get over this stupid memories and be done with it. She doesn't understand what is so important in her past that she has to remember before they move on together with their lives. If she asks him or her mother, she will just tell her that something beautiful came from it but she can't tell her anything about it because it's against the doctor's wish.

"Don't stress over it. We're getting there and in no time, we'll tumble over it and it'll become a history." He coaxed with his lips nipping her lower lip, he's trying to distract her to not to ask more and it worked.

"Hmm..." She drew him closer and kissed him just before the door burst open by none other than Maaysa and Khumais.

Nana squealed and jumped from Zayn's laps, trying her best to shield her face away from Maaysa's mischievous one. This is so embarrassing, she's never being in this kind of situation even though Maaysa liked barging into their kitchen where everything likes taking place recently. She moved away slightly and waved at her before sending her a sheepish grin and then beamed at squealing Khumais who kept saying; "mine, mine, mine..."

She stood up and took him from Maaysa, shooting her a look that says don't talk about it at all. She cooed at Khumais who kept rubbing his face to hers like a cat.

"I'm going back to my of-" the person by the door halted his words when he peeked into the office and find three other people with him. Zayn had always been alone in the office.

That wasn't what halted him though, it was the beautiful fair skinned lady that's standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her phone as speaks to her brother. Damn, now that he's looking at her like the wife he is going to be wedded to, he can't help but feel something more. Something stirred deep within him, not love but desire and he knew that. There is no way he could resist this woman now even though he is not in love and not near in love with her.

"Uh, I'll be waiting for you outside. Have a good day ladies." He hollered the last part to the women inside before walking out. He's not ready to talk to her but he gave her a heart stopping smile so that she won't feel rejected and she didn't because of that.

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Salam!
How are you all doing? I know I've went MIA for the past month but I just didn't feel like checking this book. I want to finish one and I've already started another. If you're reading BEAUTIFUL DISASTER, then you should check out the sequel on sofanovel HEARTS' DEBILITY. The poem up there is not mine but Aishatuh_M 's and you can check her Instagram for more. aishatuh_m
QOTD: What do you think about the poem? Her blog? Maaysa and Mashhub? About memories? What do you think?

Aishatu.