Ramadan Kareem May Allah accept our ibadas Ameen🙏🏻

Y A S M I N

Another week came by faster than expected. Both of us have been busy with office work, we barely see each other. After finishing from office i will pick Amir from Aunt place, put him to bed. Sometimes i go to bed without eating dinner too tired to cook. It was 7:00pm in the evening when we came back from aunt house, we didn't do much at the office. After freshening up, i wore a light beige gown tying my hair in a messy bun and wore a cotton cap.

Amir had already eaten in Aunt place so i just put him to bed seeing how his eye lid are closing on their own. During this past few weeks, I've gotten attached to Amir so much, the boy doesn't have any problem, quite and calm.

The kitchen was clean as always. I decided to make a potato with sauce and a raspberry juice. A smirk appear on my lips remembering the incident. I will make plenty just in case Marwan comes back early, my thought was caught short when i heard the door closing. It must be Marwan.

Wiping my hands with a clean cloth, i trekked out of the kitchen spotting Marwan seated on the two sitter couch his head buried in his hands.

"Is everything okay?" i find myself asking. He turned towards my direction and i almost gasp seeing his face. He looked somewhat different, his eyes looked like he hasn't gotten any sleep for some days and his Stubble grew more.

He dropped his gaze down. "yeah. Everything is alright. " and he didn't say anything afterwards. The awkwardness seems to be killing me, i decided to go back to the kitchen and finish what i started.

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After dishing in the food on two plate, i placed them on the dining what i didn't expect is to see Marwan sitting at the same position i left him in and also in the same clothes, which means he didn't move an inch for how long I've being in the kitchen.

Definitely there's something bothering him. I will have to push him into telling me. I don't like seeing him like this.

"Dinner is ready ." I called.

He should eat food at least.

"Can you please pass it to me, i don't feel like eating on the dinning. " he said his voice a mixture of tiredness.

So this is it.

There is really something.

I took the two plate with me to where he's seated and placed them on the center table.

"Here. "

"Thank you. " that's the only word that came out of his mouth before he kept quite again and ate in silence mainly drawing circles on the potatoes. He didn't even say anything when he took a sip of the raspberry juice.

"Are you really alright? " the silence is getting me restless so i decided to ask again. He flashed me a smile. A fake one at it.

"You know you can tell me. " i started again not really sure of my words. He can tell me, that's if he wants to.

After what felt like 10mins, i almost gave up talking to him. He's really pissing me off, he should at least say okay or no but he just kept staring into space and made me look like a fool waiting for him to speak.

"Since you don't want to talk about it, i won't force you," "I'm just being worried because i know you don't normally behave like this but it's okay. "

I don't even know why am getting angry at this small thing.

It is up to him to decide if he wants to tell me his problem or not. I know we were not on the stage to tell each other our problem. I just thought since we're married we should at least respect each other.

I was about to leave the living room suddenly losing my appetite what he said made me stopped. "I lost an important deal. "

"What?" i turned around facing him, he turned his face to the other side. I sat on the same couch with him but leaving enough space between us.

"You know the deal I've been working on day and night for the past two weeks. I don't know how it turned out like this but the deal had been going smoothly and now...." he stopped and realised a sigh and continue. "I've been trying my best to get the hotel to the top and just a little problem and what i worked on is going down and you know what papa is blaming me for it, he thinks I'm not working hard enough for the hotel and that my brother is smarter than me. "

"Sometimes i used to think he hates me. " he stared into space not meeting my eyes. I know he's hurting, he don't want me to see his pain.

I'm sorry about the deal. " i said after thinking about his words for a while.

"You know whatever bad thing happened to you be it losing a job, death of a dear one or family member or an heartbreaking thing always remember that Allah has something in planned for you for making you lose that thing. Don't lose hope and have patience in Allah subhannahu Wa ta'ala. Allah knows what's best for you."

"And papa too, i know he's just angry about the deal but he loves you both, maybe he's doing that to make you not to lose hope. Please don't lose hope Insha Allah what you've been working on will turn out to be better than what you expect.." he turned his gaze and our eyes meet. The look on his face made me want to touch his face and tell him everything will be fine but i know that is not a good idea.

"Thanks for the advice i really hope what you said will come true I'm-" i placed my finger on his lips before i could control it. I removed it immediately realising my actions.

"No don't say anything just exercise patience and keep praying Insha Allah everything will be normal again. "

Suddenly he squinted his eyes. "What?" i asked feeling uncomfortable by his gaze.

"I'm just wondering how you talked so calm and soft without shouting. " what is this man saying.

"What do you take me for? I'm not that arrogant beside you are." i spitted back with a fake frown

"You see you've even started now. " he teased now smiling.

"Whatever just finish your food. " he stared at the food for a while and then a smirk appear on his lips.

"Oh i see you've made another raspberry juice right. " taking the cup to his lips, he took a sip. "um.. Not bad it's better than before though it still has that bitter taste. "

"Okay don't drink it i shouldn't have made it in the first place knowing you will still say it tasted bad. " i pouted rolling my eyes a little.

"I will finish it so that you won't feel bad about it. " he bring the cup to his lips again squinting his eyes on the way.

"You know what i won't cook or make any drink for you again, you either cook it yourself or order. " i stood up ready to leave.

"Is my wife angry with me not liking her food. "

"Don't talk to me. "

He stood up also towering above me, my heart skip a bit by our close proximity. "What are you doing?"

"Do i look like I'm doing anything?"

He inches closer resulting me to move back a little. "What? Are you nervous miss raspberry?" he kept inching closer and i keep moving back to the extent that I'm about to fall on the couch but he held me back in place but not moving.

"Who is nervous? Me?" a small laugh resonate out of my lips. "I think you're now back to normal last time i checked you couldn't even move an inch from the couch. " his expression changes for a split second before he masked it with a smile.

"So you're watching my every move right? Sounds good. " i managed to free myself from his hold.

"Whatever. " I marched to the direction of the stairs not before stopping to glare at him. "Don't even try talking to me tomorrow because i won't listen to you. " with that i sprinted up not missing the laughter that came out of him.

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Assalamu Alaikum,

How are y'all doing and the fasting.

How was the chapter? Do you guys think their Relationship is moving faster? or it's moving slow/normal? Drop your opinion in the comments section. And thank you for all the lovely comment on the last chapter😊 I'm glad you're enjoying the book.

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