Chapter 59

He could only nod his head at her before he left the living room. He found himself collapsing on the bed with a sigh, a pleasing one. He closed his eyes for few minutes as her face kept appearing in his mind together with her soothing words. He got off the bed when he glanced at the time to realize he only had less than an hour to get ready. He had his bath and dressed in one of his fanciable white Kaftaan. He looked well formed and well proportioned. He combed his hair and put on a matching cap before he sprayed his body with well fragranced colognes. He walked down the stairs to the dining area. The house was awfully quiet, he liked it that way. She must be in amira's room, he thought. He removed the foil paper as he licked his fleshy lips. He grabbed a plate and served himself plate full on chips and shredded beef sauce. He went to the fridge and brought out a bottle of cranberry juice and moved back to his seat. He finished eating his breakfast before he stood up to leave. He stepped out of the house, to his car. And in few minutes, he was at the mosque. She finished cleaning amira's room before using the burning incense everywhere like she does. She cleared the dining room and went back to eat her own brunch. After she ate, she prayed Dhuhur and went back to the living room. She roamed around the large living room as an idea popped in her head, but who was she to do something had no audacity to? That was if she wanted the owner of the house, amira to slice her. The front door springs open, and he appeared. He smiled at her as he sauntered into the living room uttering Salam. "What are you doing standing here?" He asked her. "Welcome back," she mouthed instead. He heaved a sigh of relief, smiling. "Thank you, now why are you standing?" He asked again. "You have a beautiful sitting room but it would be better if the three seater was facing the TV. These vases are supposed to be by the curtains and the entrance. "Mn." He nodded his head. "Good idea, we should do it then." Her eyes bulged out before she shook her head. "But what if Aunty Amira doesn't like it?" She asked him, agitated. "Is she the owner of the house?" He asked and she innocently shook her head, head ducked. "I'm sorry," she murmured under breath but he heard her. He smiled at her, "now let's rearrange this living room to your taste." She smiled a bit and nodded. They started moving the furnitures together and moved some of the items in the living room. "What do you think?" She asked as she stared at him to see his reaction. And she got the reaction she wanted, he looked pleased, not to make her happy but he genuinely liked the new arrangement. "It has never looked this beautiful before, I mean this.... Looks amazing and I am sure amira would like it too." She squealed as her eyes glittered with joy. "I knew it would look beautiful too." He looked at her while she scanned through the living room, smiling. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, he wanted to tell her how he wanted to be with her for the rest of his days but what would the girl take him as? A coward? He glanced at the time, it was almost three in the afternoon. "What should I cook for lunch?" He heard her tiny, melodious voice. "The shredded beef sauce you made for breakfast, I like it. So why don't you make it again with pasta?" Her lips curved upwards as she nodded. "Let's go, I'll help." He let the way to the kitchen. "Aren't you tired? You didn't even rest when you came back from the masjid." They entered the kitchen before he sashayed into the store and brought out one pack on spaghetti. "If I am going to rest now then you have to rest too, it's that or we cook together." She stared at him for a short time before she looked away. "But I am not even tired at all, I rested before you came." She moved to where the pots were and brought out a moderate one before she washed it and filled half of the pot with water. She moved to the gas and kept the pot on top. His eyes were on her the whole time. She turned and caught him looking at her, yet the several time she caught him looking at her that day. "Then we cook," he said as he folded his kaftaan sleeve. She sighed defeatedly. She gave him the carrots to cut while she cut the other veggies. She moved to the pantry afterwards and Brought out all the ingredient they'd need for the sauce. He paid attention to everything she does, he wanted to learn how to cook, at least for future use. They finished everything in less than an hour and arranged it on the dining table. "You should go pray now, I will head to the masjid." He excused himself and headed upstairs while she went to the guest toilet. Hours, he was about to head out and drop her off at home when amira finally showed up. She looked at them standing in the living room, she knew clearly they were heading out. "Who the fuck had the audacity to change my living room arrangement?" She bawled. If he could remember, her living room was upstairs, that was his living room not hers. But she had changed everything to hers. "Mind your language please!" He warned. She gawked at Dalia shifting slowing behind him, audibly petrified.