Casablanca, Morocco [2]

That night I only ate fruit for dinner, I don't think I really wanted to eat after all day chewing a lot of chocolate my husband gave me. My husband handed me a glass of cold strawberry syrup which I immediately finished with one gulp. Hafsa came to clean up our dinner, and I immediately follow the steps my husband walked to the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed using the bathrobe, soon I was going to take a shower before jumping on the bed, my husband sat on the chair in the room while busy fiddling with his cellphone.

"What did I drink?" I said impatiently, I felt very hot and wanted to take a shower. He put his phone on the table and came closer to me, he took off his clothes and changed into a bathrobe then sat beside me. "You finished it at the dinner table," he said casually with a smile.

"Hah?"

"The syrup?"