BLOOD. . .
Nana could see from the corner of her eye as Hidaya tried her very best to get her husband's attention as her and Maaysa busied their sleeves in the kitchen. She felt enormous happiness when he turned her down and walk straight to their mini living room -as they like to call it- with Khumais in his arms clinging to his neck as he suck on his thumb. He sent a wink her way, letting her know that he knew she was looking at him and he knew she's jealous, there is no way she could hide it from him again. She's jealous and he knew that.
She blushed.
Not because she's afraid of conceding it herself, but she feels like a typical wife with her narrowed gaze on Hidaya. Even though she looks beautiful, she still manage to look repulsive and hideous in Nana's eyes because of the way she's shamelessly trying to get her husband's attention. They're cousins, of course but the relationship she's looking forward to with her husband is nothing like brother and sister and she'd be damned to let this sly woman get in their way. She gritted her teeth when she joined them in the kitchen and ask to cut some onions. They let her.
Some minutes later of Maaysa and Nana exchanging a few words because they're uncomfortable with Hidaya's presence, they heard Hidaya wail, howl and mourn -as though her heart was ripped- as she clutch her hand with so much blood oozing out of the wound. Maaysa and Nana almost had a heart attack because of how loud she was. Nana sighed, walking to her only for Hidaya to push the knife in her hands and continue to wail till she heard Zayn's voice demanding what happened. Nana was dazed as she held the knife with the little blood staining her shirt.
"What did you do, Aisha?" He yelled at her with his eyes wide filled with rage, fear and concern.
Nana stood there, looking at him like she's just seen someone tying a Fe collar around someone's neck. What the hell is happening?! Her head is really not functioning as she looked at Maaysa with questioning gaze only to find her wide eyed also. She then landed her eyes on Hidaya who's still holding her hand as she wail and howl. She blinked twice before bringing her gaze back to Zayn who was angrily looking at her before taking Hidaya's hand to the tap. He let the water run on the wound. She couldn't stand there.
She silently ferried to their room and shut the door behind her but didn't lock it. She's waiting for him to come and explain what the heck he meant when he yelled at her. Did he by any chance thought that she cut his excuse of a cousin? She fisted her hands into a narrow, serried ball and gritted her teeth, he's in for a7 deep trouble. Who does he think he is to yell at her in front of his sister and cousin? The hell! The anger is just bubbling in her and she doesn't even know what Hidaya said to her husband about her that has him raised his voice at her for the first time.
It looks like Hidaya has won but she'd be godforsaken if she let Hidaya win!
She heard the door close behind her but she didn't turn around to face her husband. She knew he was standing there but didn't talk to her and she also didn't turn to look at him, she's bubbling with anger. Seconds ticked before she felt his hand around her waist with his nose deep in her neck, trailing kisses up and down the curve of her neck. She stiffened a moan but couldn't help arching her back before she remembered that she's mad at him, she moved with much effort, the tingles and dragons disappearing shortly.
"You were saying?" She cross her arms over her chest but didn't turn to face him which she knew will irk him.
"I'm sorry." He whispered in a small voice, regretting ever looking at her with anger talk less of raising his voice at her.
"I didn't recall you talking to me like that earlier!" She started moving around the room, picking some unnecessary things to relocate them.
"I'm sorry! I saw blood all over the place and I lost it, I'm sorry. Please, forgive me?" He walk up to her, crushing her back to his chest, moving his hands up and down her arms and slightly massaging the sides of her breasts, she shivered. Damn him! He knew how to get her.
"Does that give you the right to yell at my face?" After relaxing, she moved swiftly from him and face him with defiant eyes, not wanting to back down.
"I don't know! It's only the blood that I could see and heard her saying you cut her amidst your fight." He frowned adorably and she almost pinched his cheeks but refrained.
"Hmm, I still can't accept that as an excuse." She shrugged, opening the duvet and settling herself in and then clasping her hands behind her back to look at frowning Zayn.
"I know it's totally not conforming and inacceptable but I'm sorry." He pouted, looking at her with love, lust and a tinge of apology in his eyes.
"Come to bed then." She scooted a little and let him slip into the duvet, wrapping his arms around her waist and letting his head fall on her breasts. She massaged his hair gently.
"I love you." He whispered, making unknown patterns around her hips.
"Stop touching me with the hands that touched Hidaya. Eww, remove it." She abruptly stood up from the bed, letting his head fall on the bed. He groaned.
"What are you doing?!" He pouted, looking very annoyed, irritated, hassled as the position they were in was just lulling him to sleep.
"Come with me!" She mumbled, dragging his lean tall frame with her to the bathroom.
She began dragging him to the ensuite and started washing his hands with different types of hand wash. Still not satisfied, she started using soaps and even mouthwashes. Zayn stood there watching her as she struggle to wash his bigger hand compared to hers. After getting satisfied, she beamed at him with a toothy grin. He laughed at her before giving her a sounding kiss and asking her to change her clothes but she didn't budge and ask him to do it.
He brought out a neutral ribbed basic maxi dress with front panel buttons, thick waist band and a flattering circle skirt cut. He didn't hesitate to remove the other gown she was wearing leaving herself bare for him to see. She's only in a sport bra and really short shorts, he heaved a sigh of relieve. Damn his hot wife with hot body, why did he promise not to consummate their marriage till after her memories are back and intact and now he's regretting it big time.
"You can look but can't touch." She grinned at him, the grin she always do when she's teasing him like this.
"I can also touch you know." He took another step closer to her but she stood her ground and let him take more steps closer to her till he's a mere foot away from her.
He started skimming his hand on the strap of her sport bra and roll it down to her shoulder causing her to shiver because his hands are skimming her shoulders in a gentle yet hot touch. She pushed her chest to his chest as she arches her back, releasing a hot breath and he's just touching her shoulder, what will happen when they went further, darn?! He continue to trace his index finger -his eyes following his finger- down to her cleavage, tracing it for awhile before releasing a groan and wrestling her arms into the cloth he's holding.
They were saying the prayer for wearing garment together 'All praise is for Allah who has clothed me with this garment and provided it for me, with no power or mighty of myself.'
She's going to be the death of him!
"Afraid?" She mocks, hugging him close to her and nuzzling her nose in his neck.
"Of loosing control." He growled, holding her hips possessively.
"Aww! We should probably go back to your family before they start thinking about something..." She trailed off, rolling the dove hijab around her head.
They head back to his sister and cousin to see them both very quite, looking at the dark television with a faraway look on their faces. Nana wanted to remove Hidaya's eyes from her socket but repressed last second and lie her head on Zayn's chest because his hands are already in his home, her waist. She pecked him before clearing her throat to announce their presence. Both the girls turn around looking startled but Hidaya is more startled than Maaysa. Maaysa beamed when she saw their position but Hidaya furrowed her brows in a deep frown.
"I think we should go now." Maaysa stood up, sensing the thick tension in the air and she knew her brother is just a thin line away from snapping.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Maaysa. We still have unfinished business." Nana smiled brightly at them before seeing them off.
"I'm despising her more." Zayn grumbled under his breath, pulling his wife to the kitchen only to find out that everything is ready on the table.
"Don't do that. You'll be seeing a lot of her since she's back for good and we don't want you pinning her with death glares." She blink her eyes too many times for it to look adorable.
"Who cares!" He dipped his head and smooched her into a fierce kiss..
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