My voice vibrated in his ears, loud and shrilling as I jumped on him. He frowned, groaned and murmured trying to push my body off his. I laughed pulling his ears to wake him up. I wanted to frustrate him and I was succeeding.

"Wake up! Wake up!" I chanted shaking his body.

"Ahhhh!" he screamed throwing his legs up and down before grabbing my hands. "I want to sleep"

"It is Sunday Amir get up!" I pulled his ears again which he carped to.

"That's why I need to sleep" he pushed me to his side throwing his leg over me. I laughed into the bed pulling his soft cheeks.

"You are so cute" I screeched as I pulled his cheeks painfully.

He shouted again due to frustration, looking as though he will cry which made me laugh. I enjoyed it so much.

"Please shut up" he begged.

"Really?" I looked up at his face running my slender fingers through his hair.

"Yes, please" he begged desperately.

"Then kiss me"

"What?"

"You heard me dear husband, kiss me"

"Alright" he pressed his lips to my forehead. "Now keep quiet" he nuzzled his face into my neck.

"Not so fast Mr Hussein" I moved away. "I meant here" I touched my lips. "On my lips" he laughed raising his head up.

"Really Hayati?" He gave me a deep kiss that stole my breath away and made my eyes wide. "Now, look at that look" he pointed at my perplexed look. "You asked for it and I gave you. You are shocked"

I averted my eyes from him, my cheeks growing hot.

"Don't tease me" I dropped my gaze to his chest, my hand moving to twirl a button of his shirt. "Mi Jin wanted me to come for lunch at her house today but I told her I have somewhere to be"

"You should have changed it to dinner" he fondled with my loosened hair twirling a coarse strand around his long finger.

"I thought we should spend the whole day with Uncle Mubarak's family. We should leave his place after Isha" my finger went into the space between his buttons flirtatiously. I raised my eyes up to look at his face but his expression had not flinched.

"Whatever you say will be fine by me"

"We might be travelling to Manchester soon"

"When?"

"Don't know yet but we have to see Aaron Velazquez" he moved his hand to my cheek.

"You know I....." the shrilling tune of my phone cut me off. "Excuse me" I said sitting up.

Amir unhooked his leg from my waist freeing me. I rolled over to my side snatching my phone from the night stand.

"It is Aunt Caroline" I said to Amir who had sat up. "Good morning aunt" I giggled into the phone.

"Morning dear, how was your night?" Aunt Caroline's cheerful voice soared through the phone.

"It was fine Alhamdulillah" I looked at Amir who had his eyes on me before turning to the other side, my legs dangling from the bed. "How is India?"

Aunt Caroline returned to Indian a month ago. When she wanted to leave, it was a tearful farewell. Everyone was going to miss her except some people of cause.

"Beautiful, right now what I can see is the beautiful beach of Goa"

"Goa? What are you doing in Goa Aunt?"

"I am on a family vacation with my family, my husband, my sons, their wives and I with my grandkids" I felt a hand on my neck. Knowing who it belonged to, I had not turned back.

"That must be fun"

"It is great fun. I have missed Goa. It's been years since I visited it" she sighed. Amir ran his hand through my hair then tied it to the back with what I don't know. "How is Amir?"

"He is fine" I glanced at him but he had his whole concentration on what he was doing. He bent forward, his soft lips making contact with my back where he caressed.

"My regards to him. I have to go. I will call you later. Bye, my regard to everyone" she ranted urgently and ended the call.

"You could have distracted me Amir" I said after dropping my phone.

He pulled me into him rolling over until I was beneath him.

"Amir" I called as he loosened the hair he had tied.

"Just keep quiet for a while" he said huskily touching his lips with mine.

I arranged the clean dishes into their various places leaving the food to cook before I fixed the dining room. The clanging of dishes and banging of cupboards went on for a while. I wiped the work top and mopped the floor making sure everything was perfectly cleaned. Amir was having his bath after I had mine.

It had taken so much to push him into the bathroom after I had come out. He had refused to have his bath. He said he wanted to pick out what I will wear and dress me up. What a hilarious man? I laughed at the memories returning the mop to its right place. At one stage, he complained about the bathroom being wet and he does not want to fall, all that just to be with me. While I dressed, he disturbed me by flattering me, stealing kisses when he can, ruining the hair I had tied saying I had not done it well and he wanted to do it again. He did it but not perfectly and had warned me not to loosen it.

I let out dishes on the dining table. The aroma of food bathed the air as a sound system played. Soft music floated through the peaceful atmosphere. My lips were arched up into a smile at the thought of the man who makes my heart stomped. A scream pierce through the peaceful atmosphere like a danger signal. It echoed through the house making the source quick to get. My blood ran cold and the glassware I held fell from my grip. I whipped my head to the living room. The cries were filled the terror, not the cries of a comedy night but the cries of someone terrified. Soon, I found myself running up the staircase to the room. I could feel my heart beating, every single beat in my chest painful. Ya Allah, what's going on?

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