Jidderh (On Going)

chapter 34

The next morning, as I woke up early and went through my morning routine of prayers and azkar, I settled onto my prayer mat for a moment of peace. The morning sunlight streamed into the room, casting a golden glow as I closed my eyes, intending to catch a few more moments of rest.

Suddenly, a knock at the door jolted me from my sleepy state. Swiftly rising, I made my way to the door, swinging it open to reveal Ya Moh standing there, looking effortlessly charming in his stylish pants and a casual t-shirt.

"Good morning," I greeted him with a smile, taking in his handsome appearance.

"Morning. How was your night?" he responded, his voice warm and inviting.

"It was good, thanks. And yours?" I asked, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest.

"Fine. Breakfast is ready, let's go eat," he announced, gesturing for me to follow him.

"Alright, I'll be right there," I replied, my heart racing as he turned and headed towards the kitchen.

After quickly freshening up and changing into a simple gown, I made my way downstairs to find him already seated at the table, absently scrolling through his phone. As I approached, he set his phone aside and stood up, pulling out a chair for me with a courteous gesture that made my heart skip a beat.

I settled into the seat he offered, feeling a rush of gratitude towards the thoughtful man before me. He had prepared a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs with toast, his culinary skills evident in the creamy eggs cooked with a touch of milk, butter, and seasoned with herbs and spices. The toast was adorned with an array of toppings, from jam to honey and Nutella, a delightful surprise that showcased his attention to detail.

"Wow, you made all of this?" I couldn't help but exclaim, impressed by his efforts, as he beamed proudly at my reaction.

With a mischievous glint "I made it for you," he exclaimed, setting the plate before us.

"Mmm, this is delicious," I complimented between bites, savoring every mouthful.

A warm smile graced his face as he replied, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

But curious about his sudden culinary skills, I questioned, "Why are you cooking for me? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

With a playful twinkle in his eye, he teased, "Just trying to keep you happy, my dear."

Grateful for his gesture, I couldn't help but express my concern, "Thank you, but from now on, I'll take over the cooking. What if people see you in the kitchen? Do you want them calling you 'Mr. Househusband'?"

Chuckling, he reassured me, "I do it for my wife, regardless of what others say."

As I cleared the table and headed to the kitchen, he followed, offering to help with the dishes. Despite my initial protest, he insisted and joined me in washing the plates, playfully calling me "your majesty."

Blushing at the endearing nickname, I completed the task with his assistance before we moved to the living room, settling on separate sofas. His request for me to sit by his side made my heart flutter, and as he pulled me closer during the movie, he whispered, "You're truly beautiful, my dear. I can't resist you any longer; you're my wife, after all."

His words and the gentle kiss on my forehead left me speechless, a rush of emotions overwhelming me. As he vowed to stand by me always, my hands instinctively covered my face, unsure of what to say, but feeling the warmth of his promise seep through my being.

Meanwhile, as Muhammad smiled at my playful behavior, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts raced through his mind. Was it love, he wondered, as he absentmindedly placed his hand on my shoulder, smiling to himself. While I was engrossed in watching a movie, he kept stealing glances at me, pondering the mysterious feelings that had blossomed between us. Perhaps it was love at first sight, he mused, the tingle of excitement and affection growing stronger with each passing moment.