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Nana has been waiting for this day since when Zayn told her about his birthday two months ago. '25th July' she has been waiting and it's finally twenty which means in less than 24hours, her husband will be thirty years old. After so much asking of advises from her sister in-laws, her best friend and Hannatu, she finally gather everything she'll need to make this his best birthday. She is very determined and will do anything to make him happy even though most of the things they advised her to do is beyond her head and imagination.

Zayn left just a few hours ago and now she has been walking in and out of the kitchen for an hour now. She can't even still to do something before going to the other. She's started decorating the backyard and the mini living room and bringing out the ingredients, checking Khumais whilst doing so. Now that she has set up the five colours of balloons -blue, purple, golden and brown- it looks very beautiful in the mini living room.

She's making Roti (Indian dish flat bread made from stoneground wholemeal flour) and Dosa (fermented crepe made from rice batter and black lentils) which she made sure she knew how to cook from her mother in-law for the past few weeks and brought all the necessary ingredients which was quite hard because it's not normally what a Nigerian will eat here but thank God for having Maaysa with her when she went to the market yesterday.

She's finished the Rotis since it is the easiest and has started the dosa. Heating up the pan, she spread the batter and started adding the ingredients, mash potatoes, masalas, onions, oil and butter, her brown tasty, crisp, delicious dosa. The smell has been wafting around the whole house after she was done so she fire the bakhoor and sandalwood so that Zayn would not smell it when he came in. She smiled at her handiwork that she decorated with flowers in the mini living room before feeding Khumais.

"Today's papa's birthday. We should celebrate huh?" She grinned at him to which he clapped his hands and grinned back.

She decide not to cook for them since they'll have the roti and dosa later. She made something light and kept it for them to eat but won't tell him there is something more to eat, this is not the first time after all. The doorbell rang and she put on her jilbaabs, not knowing if it's a male who will deliver the cake and true to her thought, a dark tall man stood with the huge cake in a white package. She paid for it and sign the sign his book before closing the door and taking it to the backyard where it will be safe.

At seven, she has already said her maghrib prayer and is only for Zayn with Khumais next to her on the couch playing with his robotic toys. She's dressed in elegant shape asymmetrical black lace cocktail dress she bought with Maaysa. They bought so many clothes yesterday that she know Zayn will see his money shut -he didn't allow her to use her own credit card since she has some money inside from her parents- since he didn't let her.

"Assalamu Alaikum!" She heard his deep, husky voice with a tinge of tiredness.

She immediately leap from her seat just like her heart did. She slowly walk towards him as she let him look at her new choice of clothing before finally reaching him and collecting the small briefcase he's holding. She pecked his lips before dragging him to their room and removing his waistcoat, dress shirt and tie. She walk to their walk in closet still not saying g a word and he also stood like a statue. She brought out a simple black sweatpants and white body hug shirt and gave it to him.

He changed his outfit and walk out to find her sitting on the bed with brownies and a cup of yoghurt by her side. He sat down and let her feed him slowly till they're done and didn't notice Khumais lying down on the bed behind them. He smiled and drew her closer to him, nibbling with her lower lips with his, still no words exchanged.

"You should sleep for a little while. Or will you wait after praying isha? It's just ten minutes away." The first words she said that evening.

"I'll wait!" He lie down on his back and draw her with him on top, just looking at her.

Ten minutes later, he went to the mosque to pray and came back. She ask him to lie down and sleep for awhile because he's tired to which he ask her to join but she politely declined and let him sleep with Khumais.

She watched the television for three hours before waking him up around 11PM, telling him she's bored. He looks sleepy but didn't want to leave his wife bored and she can't sleep so he stayed with her till eleven fifty when she dragged him to the mini living for 'dinner'. He looks surprised but followed her nonetheless. His wife has been acting all weird today!

He was about to turn in the lights when she stopped him and use the flash to guide them to the couch. She sat him down and ask him to wait for some minutes and should not on the light till she gets back.

Nana quickly remove the black dress she was wearing and wore the waitress's outfit Maaysa insisted that she buy yesterday and then gave her some clues which she is now liking. The outfit is white with black at the endings. White straight skirt that stopped a little above her knees, a fitted black shirt that she tucked inside and Cook's cap. She let her curls -she curled earlier- fall down her back with the cap on top of her head. Pleased with her look and the blood red lipstick she added.

She ferried to the kitchen to bring the roti and dosa with the small soup she made.

Taking a deep breath by the door to the mini living room, she opened the door and walked in. He didn't turn on the light but she could see the remote in his hand. She's holding two medium size Flaskets. She closed her eyes when the light switched on before slowly opening it after hearing his sharp intake of breath right in front of her. He's sitting with his legs parted and hands on the couch behind his head.

Zayn couldn't believe his eyes. His wife is standing like a damn seductress. She looks so hot in the waitress outfit and that red lipstick, darn! He knew it, there is no stopping.

She slowly walk up to him and kept the flaskets on the table and then sat herself on one of his part laps. She flashed him a simple smile before starting to serve the food for him, she could feel his eyes eying her every movement which surprisingly made her more confident than she was some seconds ago. After serving the food and feeding the paralyzed Zayn, she stood up and take the napkin from her skirt pocket to clean his lips and then leaving him still paralyzed -no words came out of his mouth since her arrival, he loves what he's seeing.

She went back to their room hurriedly and change into a white plain fitted backless gown. She smiled at her reflection before going back to the mini living room, not before keeping a small bag in the backyard where she could change the outfit as they planned with Maaysa and Rukayyah.

This time when she walked in, Zayn was standing like he was already waiting for her. His heart speed perked up as he rake his eyes from her head to toe, this is difficult. She smiled at him before looping her arms with his and walking out of the mini living room to the backyard where he could already see some apple like shaped candles in different colours surrounding them.

A small table sat in the middle of the backyard with a cake on it. The table has one chair and a beautiful canopy closing the place, which has fairy lights all around it. He couldn't see much from where they are but the place looks like it was taken straight out if google or fairy tale.

He turned around but didn't find her, so he continue to walk down the fairy lights that sat on the grass. Walking slowly to the table, a cute chocolate cake sat on the table. A bottle of white champagne in a bucket full of ice and two wine flutes by the side. He turn around again to look for his wife but find no one, slightly confused, he kept looking at the cake like he's waiting for something to pop up. There is nothing written.

"Happy birthday, cherub." He heard her voice huskily murmuring in his ear, causing him to jerk his head to the side.

It's been long since he last celebrated his birthday since that same day, his father's sister died whilst wanting to come and celebrate his twelfth birthday so ever since then, they stopped celebrating because it haunt his father. Not that his sisters don't bring cake for him secretly, they do and will still do, knowing them.

Zayn was speechless though, she added his speechlessness when she snake her hands around his chest, keeping them firmly on his hard breast. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily and throatily. What she's doing to him! She hugged him from behind, crushing her soft curves to his hard back.

"I'm speechless." He turned around, snaking his arms to her hips, taking in her new outfit which was a vest, shorts and the suit he removed earlier when he came back.

Zayn squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He took deep calming breath because just looking at her seductive outfit and moves, everything is just turning around his head. Maybe, he's not meant to keep that promise because he could feel his self restrain thinning to a thin line like hair. He roughly lowered his head and kissed her hard, almost making he'd dizzy with the drunken kiss. Her knees weaken as she clutch into his arms for support, her head feels like it can't hold itself whilst her heart's rate escalated to an unhealthy level.

"Stop me now, I can't stop myself." He mumbled into her mouth but she just pushed his head deeper into her mouth with sheer want.

And he didn't, because he couldn't. Blindly, they walked back into the house and straight to their room. Clothes were removed, right was taken, bliss was shared, religion was fulfilled and happiness was felt.