Y A S M I N

"Wakeup Yasmin. " I heard some voice calling my name but my eyes can't seems to open, the sleep is too heavy for my eyes.

"Raspberry. " the voice called again. I know exactly the person who calls me That but still I find my body moving more inside the duvet. he can't disturb my sleep with his little words.

"Yasmin you have to go to work, or do you want me to call Sa'ad and tell him you're sick?" he can do whatever him wants for all I care. "Should I call.?" he asked again. I hummed in return. I heard the sound of the door closing, which means Marwan left.

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I cuddled up in bed too lazy to lift my body downstairs, my only movement is when I had to pray, after then I went back to bed again but not sleeping rather reading some hadith I downloaded on my phone. The phone suddenly rang, a smile appears on my lips seeing the person calling me.

"Assalamu Alaikum. " I started in my most calm voice.

"Wa Alaikum salam, are you still in bed?" he inquired. I hummed in return.

"That means you're still sleeping right. "

"No I'm not, just reading some Islamic books since I have nothing to do." I ushered back. I heard him heaved a sigh.

"Okay that is good just wanted to know how you're doing and I will be coming back late, don't cook dinner with me. " he explained. I felt something tug at my heart by his last statement.

"Okay. " I said silently.

"See you later. " and he hung up. that's it. I was planning to cook something delicious for him, a recipe I found online. now plans changed. I'm not disappointed, at least he called to check up on me.

I was about the keep the phone as it is time for Asr prayer, when a message popped up "Make some Raspberry juice for me, a sweet one. " a wink emoji was attached at the end. I chuckle at his words. Now he wants my Raspberry juice after saying it tasted bitter. "Sure I will make sure to make a very sweet one. " I replied back with a wink also.

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I was in the kitchen making dinner for myself since Marwan won't be coming back early. I decided to make one of Sis Farah recipe which is baked spaghetti. I made a mental note to make Raspberry smoothie for Marwan, at least it's something different from the one I usually make. The sound of the door being open followed by my name being called emerged through the background and the voice belongs to none other than Marwan's. but he told me he's coming late, I glanced at my wrist watched seeing 6:30pm. it is not even yet the time he normally comes back.

"Yasmin." he called again. wiping my hands clean, I rushed out of the kitchen to find out what the called is about.

"Oh there you are. " he walked majestically to where I'm standing and what he did next made my eyes widen in surprise. He embraces me in a hug a tight one at it. My heart escalates inside by our close proximity. the beating of my heart increases.

"Is everything okay?" I asked. he hummed. "Yeah everything is okay, I'm just happy. " he pulled me more to his body. I encircled my arms around his neck feeling relaxed. we stayed in that position for like five minutes until he decided to break the silence.

"I want you to meet someone." he suddenly said, breaking the hug, I abruptly felt cold by the lack of our closeness. "Who?"

"There is this deal I'm trying to get, the man is staying in our hotel with his wife. And now he had signed the deal and he wants to meet you before they leave. " he explained.

"Really? When?"

"They're leaving tomorrow. "

"That means I have to meet them today right?" my brows cringed in thinking.

"That's if you're okay with it. " he said.

"Why won't I be when it is something that will make my husband happy. " he was a little surprise by my outburst. there is no crime in calling him husband.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm just a little surprised you called me your husband." he said with a smile. "Then what are you?"

"Of course I'm your husband, now go get ready. " he placed both his hands on my shoulder leading me upstairs.

"Don't you think I look weird in this dress. " I was dressed in a sea blue blouse with a matching hijab. Marwan access me for a while before speaking. "Its okay they fit you perfectly, in the perfect places. " My eyes widen at his last statement resulting me to throw him a glare.

"I'm serious, it fits you. " glancing at his watch he took his car keys from the couch. "Now shall we. " he offered his hands which I gladly placed mine into.

The drive to the hotel didn't take longer than I expected, I've never been to the hotel so I don't know how far it is. The car came to a half in front of a massive building. AD hotels written at the top. As we made our way inside, my mouth hung open by how lavishing it looks, few people roaming around. So Marwan is wealthy like this. Suddenly my palms started feeling sweaty by the looks we are getting from people. I'm still not used to this type of thing, getting stared at or hearing people talking about me. I know our faces will be on the front line cover tomorrow.

"Don't worry about them, they are just looking for something to gossip about and we will give them. " he intertwined our hands together, pecking it a little. "I know our pictures had been taken already. " he said. As we made our way to the elevator I finally felt relaxed.

As we reach a place, which looked like a terrace. I can't explain how it looked, the place looked quite and cool. few chairs we're adorned. A perfect place for couples my inner mind said.

"Sorry we came late. " I heard Marwan said which brought me back from my thoughts. I was met with a man who looked in his mid forty and a woman who by the looks must be his wife. They flashed me a smile.

"It was nice to finally meet you, Marwan told me a lot about you. " the man said. So Marwan talks about me at work. a ting of blush made it way to my cheeks.

"It was nice to meet you Sir"

"Call me Mussafir and this is my wife Mabrouk. " he held the woman by the shoulder, she looked elegant at her age.

"Assalamu Alaikum. " I extend my greetings. "Wa Alaikum salam Yasmin, Marwan told us a lot about you. " I glanced at him and his lips forms a thin line. After exchanging pleasantries, we sat on one of the tables. And our food was being served . We ate the food in almost silence, Mr Mussafir and Marwan being the only ones talking mainly about their business. I must say ton of wealth had been spent in building the hotel.

"Tell me Yasmin is this how your husband works even at home. " Mr Mussafir asked.

"Yes he's a a workaholic. " I answered in a thin line.

"But I hope he gives enough time for his wife right. " Mrs Mabrouk chirped in.

"Of course I give her enough time, a special one at it. " so he's trying to look good in front of them right.

"That's so sweet of you, young love." the woman said with a radiant smile. "I wish we are like you, but when he enters his office you won't see him again until he's exhausted or looking for food. " we all laugh at her statement. that is almost the same case with Marwan.

"I have a little secret for you, its the one I used on Mussafir and bet me it will work on Marwan. " she whispered just enough for me to hear.

"Sure. "

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"Thank you for having us, it was a good fun spending time with you. " Mr Mussafir said.

"Its my pleasure, beside I'm the one supposed to be thanking you, you've done more than enough for choosing our hotel. Thank you so much Mr Mussafir. " they shook hands. while Mrs Mabrouk embrace me in a hug. she's really a nice woman both her and Mr Mussafir. "Don't forget about what I told you." she muttered still hugging me.

"Insha Allah. "

After all the farewell things, they called it a day, promising to Visit us personally sometime.

We are now going back home, we decided to leave Amir in Aunt house. he's been spending a lot of time there.

"What did you and Mrs Mabrouk talked about earlier. " Marwan started. we are already far from the hotel.

"Women's talk. "

"Why do I feel like you talked about me. " he said his eyes squinting a bit.

"And why would I? besides who is the one going around talking about me. " I did talked to her about Marwan but nothing personal. he didn't say anything just looking ahead.

"No answer right?. " I said again.

"Yes I told them about my wife ." I tried to calm my racing heart but it increases feeling a pair of warm hands on mine that is gently placed on mine. I think my heart is about to burst out.

"Its because you're very special to me. " he whispered. We stopped at the traffic light and his eyes turned to me. "Or more than that. " he whispered again. We stared at each other, I felt myself lost in his eyes. This is the man I came to love. The man I want to spend the rest of my life with, The man I want to call mine. Why won't my heart beat when the man I came to care for just informed me that I'm special to him or even more than that.

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