CHAPTER 13: FORGIVENESS

"Ihsan How are you?." I was this close to looking behind me if there was another Ihsan in the room. "I am good Alhamdulilah. How are you feeling." I manged to blurt out. "I

Hope you're not angry that I am seating beside zawji." She giggled which made every one giggle As well. Even Nana who I glared at. But I turned to her and smiled I knew she was only doing this for a show. She can't fool me. "Its alright." I answered punching my beautiful brown pancake with honey toppings with my steel fork.

I was almost done.

I realised that I might regret it but hopefully I wouldn't. Just hopefully. "Umma." I called she gazed up to my face and smiled. "I am really sorry for hitting Basma I can understand how you felt because I wouldn't like it if someone also touched Khadijah."

"Haba its alright. And what ever I said it was all out of anger, I apologize." I sent her a tight lip smile and stood up with my plates to the kitchen. Feeling Abdullah's grin aswell. "Inna kwana Maman Nana." Hauwa came to me taking the plates from my hands greeting me. She never lets me do anything.

(Inna kwana: good morning Nana's mother)

Hauwa's mother worked as a maid in my parents house. She always treated me differently from all the people in the house she had so much love for me. Especially the time my mother got divorced, She often brings her daughter to work and i liked her because she was also very nice. I haven't really gotten much affection in my life. Probably why sometimes people think i am rude because I don't know how to express kind-heartedness, Sometimes.

When I got married she gave me her daughter, She was 11years at that time. I didn't accept taking her at first but she pleaded and said she only wants her to go to school in place of her salary. She was already attending an all girls government prinary and wanted her to carry on with it.

When i narrated the story to Abdullah he agreed to it and since then Hauwa has been staying with us. though she goes home once in a while to see her family.

But to me she was already family.

"Don't you have Islamiyah with Nana by 10." she nods looking at there school bags "I want everyone to finish eating then I would wash the plates before leaving."

"Oya. Start moving don't worry I will wash them its already fifteen minutes to 10."

"But Mamman nana." She insisted

I shook my head. She sighed her shoulders falling as well. She sluggishly picked up her bag pack. Then dropped them again turning to me "lemme at least wash your plate." I frowned at her and she picked her bag again and said her Salam and left.

I was almost done with my plate when strong arms wrapped themselves around me. "My love" The person whispered in my ear. I ignored and continued Rinsing the plates . "Thank you so much." He kissed the back of my neck. This time I smiled.

I knew he would be happy if I apologized but it still doesn't change the fact that she insulted my mother. "You need to join me for work outs." He whispered causing me to spin around meeting his eyes. "What do you mean. I'm getting fatter, huh?" He raised his brow. "Woahh. No. No. I mean. We used to do it together and it was fun. Your body is perfect." When we first got married we worked out together. People started calling us couple crush and all. But immediately i got pregnant I stopped a lot of activities and I never went back even after i gave birth to Nana, But Alhamdulilah my body was almost the same as i was when i wasn't married.

"Soooo?."

"What??"

"Work out?."

"NO."

"Woah, Okay." He crossed his arms. "Are you okay?." I passed him almost brushing his shoulders. "I thought we were cool now." I ignored him walking out and climbing up the stairs "I would be here if you need me." He tells me.

Nana has gone to Islamiyah with Hauwa so this might be a good time to reply some of my social media messages and read comments on my posts. I slopped down on the bed with my computer powering it on.

I looked at the clock on my laptop. It reads 2:13pm and I hadn't prayed yet. I made my wudu and prayed four rakaats. And finally went back to my seat. I had a patient who sent me an email Concerning his glasses which stopped working like it used to. I would probably tell him to come in tomorrow so i could check his eye. Being an ophthalmologist can sometimes be fun. I just love what I do.

The door opened and Abdullah walked in, wearing a grey buttoned up shirt, his handsome face. His almlst pink bottom lip and pointed nose. I feel like he always gets more handsome when i am angry with him. He walked over to my side and i kept on ignoring him by not looking at him. "Dr. Ihsan." When ever Abdullah says that just know he wants something.

"Dont dr.Ihsan me right now." I looked at him and he make a shocked impression which almost made me smile but I chewed it back in.

He ran his hands in his hair. "You know i don't like seeing you like this." He pouted. I gave him a quick look then went back to typing on the system. He sat by my side slowly taking my hands away from the keyboard and pushing the laptop from us.

I still had my eyes on my laptop with a fake frown which he always falls for. "Please zawji I'm busy. You don't see me disturbing you when you're working." He played with his hands around my collar bone. "At least tell me why you're angry." I shook my head "I'm not. I'm just tired."

"Of what?" He asked astonishingly. "Of some people." I add with a low sigh, now he is making me over think things. "I'm i one of them." I gave him a dirty look and he chuckled. "But babes you guys were just talking you're cool now."

His mother treats me well when he is there. I rolled my eyes. "That's because you're around. Wallah once you step out it's hell for me." But why haven't you told me anything all this time."

"Because she's your mother you would always take her side. She insulted my mother but did you tell her to apologize to me."

"She's my mother."

"It was also my mother she insulted, She called her mad. Lazy."

"She apologized when you did. When you forgive someone you shouldn't come back and start regretting and be repeating it over and over again ." He was getting angry i can tell because he now wore a frown.

"Abdullah. I am not regretting in fact i am very happy that i did that. But the fact that you choose her side, Believed what she said over what I said is making me uneasy." He always does this when we have a fight. I hate it when we fight. He opened his mouth to talk when the sound of an xylophone sound Hits our ears.

He pulled out his phone and after looking at the screen for a second he then answered, Standing up from my side. I pulled my Mac book to my side and continued typing my email to my last patient.

I hit send and turned to Abdullah. I couldn't help to gawk at his muscular back even with his buttoned up shirt but he still looked HOT. Ma Shaa Allah.

Sometimes when I am angry when I look at who God choose as a husband for me it just completely makes me happy. I jumped down from the bed. He turned and looked. Shaking his phone. "Bash and his wife are coming." I saw his Wife at the Mall last week. She is one of the nicest women you could ever meet. Tbh

"Really? what should I make for them? You know they loved the pasta I made last time should i make it again."

"Say should we make it again?" He winked. That's one thing about Abdullah.

He forgives and forgets easily. Well at least he tries to with me.