UNFORGETTABLE ||Editing||

chapter 11🌸

In jennifas tone*

Hey guysssssss!
Hawayuuu???!
Hawwis your Mommy?
Hawwis your daddy?
Your boyfrenn nkoh?.
What of your girlfrenn?
Hawabawt that your cousin?
And your belzfrenn?! I hope they is all fine?
😂😂😂😂

Okay! Lemme stop 😅. I'm currently writing this on my bed...its raining..there's no light.
.mosquitoes are feasting on me.😅😅😅

Okay enough about me..

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MUNAAR'S P.O.V ♥

I wake-up to the sound of the adhaan(call to prayer) for subhi prayer. I lay back in bed and shut my eyes waiting for the Muezzin(prayer caller)to finish.

I mutter some adhkaars and make my way to the bathroom to perform ablution.

I'm wearing a pink sleeveless dress.
I go into the walk in closet and switch on the lights.
Damn! It is so big and beautiful with a section for every article of clothing and then an accessory section and a section for shoes and bags then a makeup and perfume section...mashallah!

A Munaar dream come true!

I take out a big Brown Hejab and spray a praying mat...I pray rakatanul fajr (two unit voluntary prayers at dawn) before praying my subhi Sallah (morning prayer).
I say some adhkaars then get back to bed....I slowly drift into lala land.
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Nour's P.O.V ♚

I wake up to the sound of the call to prayer. I pray my nafls before proceeding to the mosque to pray the fardhs.

I come back and read the Qur'an. Then prayed to Allah to make this day a smooth one.

I then go and take my bath. Since today is Saturday there's no work. So I just go to the study room and do some paper work.

I dialled the maid's quarters and told them to make breakfast. There are two maids one Baaba Delu a fulani widow in her late forties she's lived with us since I can remember so when I was moving in here, Abba suggest she comes with me to help. Adama is the security man's (mallam Kamaye) wife. She's in her early twenties I suppose.

I continue my work until Adama calls through the landline and tells me breakfast is ready. I go to the dining room and sit down and serve myself to the freshly fried Qosai (beans cake) And hot pap.

I eat in utmost silence with occasional sips of coffee.
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MUNAAR'S P.O.V

The famous delicious aroma of Qosai bombarded my nostrils when I wake up and I can already feel myself drooling. My stomach grumbled to remind me how hungry I am. I get down from the bed and straightend the sheets. The go to the bathroom. I freshened up and look at myself in the mirror.

Inshallah I won't let anyone one ruin my mood today...I won't fight with anybody and I'll try and make peace with my husband.

Anyone and anybody meaning...

Habibi dearest.
Yes! The devil incarnation himself.

Now I take in my surroundings.

I am in a big, womanly paradise painted grey with steely grey and silver wallpaper. The room was furnished with a queen sized  bed, a loveseat, window seat -which overlooked a garden I take it in...it's so beautiful with gorgeous flowers here and there- there was a dressing table and some drawers the room's So mashallah.