Kano State, Nigeria.
2018.

Falak woke up early because Shaddad's friend and his wife are coming, he told her that the night before. She wants to act all memory loss since she doesn't know them. He said his name is Muhammad but didn't say the wife's and she is not surprised, he could even forget his friend's name if not that they are always together. He would've forgotten his name if not for the nameplate in his office, she is sure of it. Well, not much.

Which makes her think, he never called her by her name. Does that mean he doesn't know her name? Hmm, she needs to find out one way or the other, he never really mentioned her name, since never. She hopes he knows her name or hell will break loose. He better not try to act stupid with her, he called her village lass the first time they met and since them, he never addressed her with any name.

She took bath and left her furry robe attached to her underwear clad body so she could cook. She will keep some recipe in her phone so he won't find out that she never really lost her memory. If someone really did loss their memories, they can't remember about anything else so she will tell him that she goggled it and came up with that as answer. Yes, that will be a perfect excuse, her head is blank.

She's been thinking about letting him off the hook and pretend to have her memories back, she will do that later. She is tired of being stupid just be cause of memory loss and also miss her work, her old life and can't even wait to tease Shaddad about how careful and loving he was to the other Falak. It will be fun!

Deciding to make Kofta Biryani and Meatballs she brought out all the ingredients and place them on the kitchen island. She also missed her kitchen a lot, not that she's a great Cook but she still did miss it. She brought out the minced beef, coriander, onion, small cinnamon sticks, basmati rice, gram masala, ginger, green peas and all other stuff that she will need then start cutting all the ones that should be cut.

When she was done with that, she started frying the meatballs before going back to the rice and once she was done, the house is smelling food, a very tantalizing smell that has Shaddad leaving the bathroom to go to the kitchen to check what is going on. He knew his wife won't ask any maid to work, that is so not Falak.

The sight that hit him is extremely appreciative to his eyes. His wife is already setting everything in beautiful food flasks and she has a smile on her face. Has she regained her memory or what on earth is going on that she got how to cook or was it all a prank?

"Hey, look what I did with internet. Come have a taste and tell me how it tastes." She beamed when she saw him and dish out some in a plate for him with mango juice by the side but he is dead afraid of taking that mango juice and still he manned up though. She might force him to tell her the story behind mango juice and she will laugh at him after hearing the story behind it. It wasn't pleasant, so not a chance.

"It tastes good." He nodded his head after the first morsel and in no time, he has finished the plate meant to be for lunch so she shrugged and went to get ready because their guests will be there any moment as they have some places to go to.

Changing into exclusive super ankara sewn in flay gown, she added some gold jewelry to match with the golden embroidery patterned around he whole wrapper. It is sewn with bell trumpet like sleeves and high bias roll. Since most of it has mustard, she decided to use bumblebee coloured veil because it has the least colour around it.

She tied her head tie beautifully on her head and applied a little makeup to her face and then she was done. She took a quick selfie and send it to the girls before leaving the room to ask Shaddad when they will be coming because he didn't take his bath and she hates getting stranded after having done her makeover. She said the makeup run down her face and makes her tired.

"Stat..." She stopped mid word because of two things, one, when she saw that the Shaddad she thought didn't bath dressed in sable coloured waistcoat, matching slacks and white dress shirt and two, she almost blew her cover by calling him statue. He looks professionally handsome and smart. Not only was he sitting there, there are two more people in the living room which makes her stagger back before biting on her tongue.

"Assalamu Alaikum." She formed a smile across her face and move to where Shaddad is sitting then sat herself down. She doesn't know how to act in front of her husband's friends so she will let everything at his mercy.

They replied back with a smile and the woman instantly started chatting with Falak. After awhile into their chats, Falak asked them to all move to the dining room where food will be served and they happily dish in it raining compliments on her with each bite and she kept blushing.

Shaddad could only feel the pride swelling in his chest, she is not only beautiful but beauty with brains. How did he get so lucky is just beyond him and now Dāha won't stop talking about her and he knew it.

After they left, Falak immediately changed into simple brown maxi skirt and turtle neck black shirt. Not minding to close her hair, she tied it in a bun as the bandage has being removed long ago, and left to the living room already feeling the evening hunger. She watched around the kitchen not finding anything worth her her time and none of it has her interest, she went back to the living room and sat down together with Shaddad.

"I'm hungry." She whined after twenty minutes of watching between him and the television in front if her.

"You can cook something or should I call the main palace?" He stopped typing to look at her pouting lips which unknowingly intrigued him.

"No, let's cook noodles together. I bet we've done that when I still have my memories huh?" She knew they haven't and that is why she wants him to cut onions, it is so fun.

"Uh, okay." He closed his laptop and stood up. She noticed that he's changed from his formal wear to sweatpants and black shirt which looks awfully beautiful on his built body and bronze skin.

They made their way to the kitchen and she brought out two noodles and set it on the counter then placed the pot on the gas cooker before turning to Shaddad with a wicked grin. She took one huge onion from the storeroom attached to the kitchen and gave it to Shaddad with a knife.

He just stood there looking at the weird things in front of him in another light. What is he to do with knife and onion?

"Yes, chop that while I do the other work." She grinned and kept the wooden cream cutting board in front of him before turning on the air conditioner in the kitchen.

Shaddad got to work and remove the purple back before cutting the up and down, almost removing half the onion in process but she didn't comment and continue to chop green pepper, she likes it in her indomie but she pretend to read it from her phone.

When he started cutting them, she heard his voice trying to suck in a breath. In no time, tears started gushing down his cheek and he turn his back at her so she won't see it. He didn't raise his head up till after he was done and he went to wash his hands at the sink. He also washed his face to clear the tear stains from his face which be succeeded at but Falak has already seen it so she chuckled and wash the onion before starting the noodles.

"You can sit there and wait for me. It shall be done in no time." She beamed and tie the apron around her body before getting to work.

They had their noodles in the kitchen before they all went to perform ablution then prayed maghrib. Together they watch some random channel on the television before praying ishā and they retired to their room.

Since she is ready to regain her memory, she hastily changed into her cotton pajamas and sat down on the bed while Shaddad made his way to the bathroom to take his night bath. She is trying to come up with ways to make it look real when her eyes landed on the holy book. Her questions are all answered now and she will just make use of it for the time being and hopes she doesn't look too dramatic.

Falak: I'm about to regain my memories, girls, wish me luck!

Jabrayah: I'll miss the crazy Falak this puts Yarima in his place.

Jaiyana: Aww, good luck but I wish you will act little longer. Your love story is hella ride, babe.

Inayah: Woohoo! This is big, lucky wishes and lots of hearts.

She quickly typed into their group before tying a veil on her head and brought out two Qur'ans for her and Shaddad. She didn't bother replying them as she's set her mind to do so. He came out shortly and she patted the spot next to her so he could sit down and he did without hesitation then took the holy book she is offering him. He was just looking at her weirdly but still held the book in his both hands.

"We are going to read this Holy Book together and see whether it will help me regain my memories. Good idea right?" She asked with a small smile which brought matching small one to his lips and her heart dropped, he looks so beautiful with that tiny smile. He always has a ghost one but right now, his lips moved a little showing tiniest dimple on his left cheek. Ya Allah, this man is gorgeous!

"Stay like that, please and pleaseee don't move a muscle." She shrieked and removed her phone from the bedside drawer to take his picture and she did without flash so he won't blink and the smile will go away.

"Was that needed?" He grumbled and look down at the Qur'an he is holding so she won't see the other full blown smile that is about break out from his face.

"Very much. You should smile more often  because you look so handsome with it. Didn't know you had dimple, hmm, cute." She beamed and stand up to bring the Qur'an stands from their closet.

It is wooden and has gold at the edges. She took out two and place it in front of both of them before she started checking the Sura she wants them to read. She stopped at Suratul-Anfal and showed it to him and he nodded before opening the exact place. She took a deep breath then started and he followed in tow.

Falak's intestines shook in excitement because of how it is placating, wheedling and cajoling her insides. It brought tranquility to both her heart and brain, soothing her chest and mitigating all the stress she's been through. There is no better home than the feeling you get while reading the Holy Book and that too with your husband's whose voice is matching your favorite Qur'an reciter.

After two juz', she stopped and kept the Qur'an beside her on the bedside table then clutch her forehead to act all dramatic and from her peripheral vision, she saw Shaddad also keeping his and removing the Quran stands from the bed and kept them aside. He took her legs in his hands and draw it closer to the edge of the bed so she could lie down on the soft pillow. Her body frisson at the feel of his hands on her bare legs, making pleasant shivers to tighten all her feminine hormones.

"My head hurts like hell and I'm so sleepy." Her eyes dramatically limped and her lashes flutter every nanosecond.

She closed her eyes for ten minutes and pretend to sleep feeling his presence right behind her. Maybe he continued reading the Holy Book since she could faintly hear his murmurs. She sighed and decided to open her eyes and just end the game once and for all. She turn on her back and groggily look at him and then try sitting down but he push her down and shook his head in no, she should not stand up. It is actually not needed and especially since she has headache or might be regaining her memory or so he thought.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, concern etching his face.

"I-I'm good." She scrunched her brow in confusion, she wants to act as though she doesn't know why he is asking how she is.

"Are your memories back?"

"What memor-?" Then she widen her eyes looking like she can't even remember what happened but melodramatically open her eyes to act all saint.

"I lost my memories right?! That is why you are so nice." She grinned and sat down on the bed then turn her whole attention to him.

"For two weeks."

"I can remember everything now. You clearly were so nice to the other Falak huh? You do whatever she wants right?" She narrowed her eyes into slits but has a huge smile on her lips.

"No." He scowled before lying back on the bed and closed his face so she won't tease him some more but she didn't stop till sleep engulfed her.

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