All Praise belongs to Allaah Who allowed me to recover from sickness.

I was so amazed by Hana, in her age, she was able to to do all of that.

She knows how to cook.

She even knows how to take care of someone who is sick.

She was very matured at her young age.

***

I went to her room and lied beside her.

"You will be charged guilty for entering a maiden's room." She teased.

Not caring what I heard, I just laid back beside her in her bed.

"Haha! I will be charged guilty? But you're my wife though."

"I don't care if I am, did I even tell you to go here?"

This lady is just so cute.

"Ugh, this kid!"

She told me why did I even marry her if I think she was just a kid.

Wow, can you believe she even jokingly accused me of child-abusing?

This kid never fail to amaze me with her antics.

I was just trying to find a way to say something, I think she kind of know that I need something from her.

So she asked me what did I want to say.

I told her that I want us to be in one room already.

She just laughed at me.

I mean, I saved courage to say that and she just laughed at me. Like who wouldn't be shy when you get such response like that?

"Zawjie, your ears turned red." She said in Maranao dialect.

"Because you just laughed at me." I replied in Maranao dialect too.

"You know how to speak Maranao?"

"Stop changing topic, Zawjatie," I said.

She kinda didn't wanna dwell on the topic.

"Okay, fine."

What? Did I heard that right? She agreed?

Alhamdu li'llaah, YES!

But wait, there's more; "In a one condition,"

What? Wow. I was suddenly weakened, upset. Excitement just got brushed off by that one condition.

"What condition? That I am gonna be sleeping under the bed?"

"It's not that, sing for me."

Help me guys. This is torture.

"Do I even know how to sing?"

"Okay. Don't sing." She said in a tone like she has nothing to lose.

This lady is also a smart one. Okay no choice, I have to try my best then.

"I heard you singing God Gave Me You. Sing that for me."

Of course, what she says I have to obey.

So I sang. To show off my flashy hidden talent too. ;)

***

Since I have already graduated, I decided to study Arabic lessons. I wanted to continue where I stopped, so I enrolled in an Arabic college, first year level.

Events by events, fast forward.

One day, Hana got jealous over a girl in my new college.

I also have no idea why this certain girl always comes to me, she even bravely sends me messages online, she even got a hold of my phone number.

"Who's this girl that's always texting you? Even in the chats she can't seem to missed sending you Hi's?"

Suddenly I felt like being in a hot seat. Investigated.

"It's my classmate."

"Does she know you have a wife?"

"Yeah."

"Tell her to don't bother because she makes me mad!"

My wife just made me laugh.

And she even got angrier and even told me I was having fun after I laughed.

"I was not happy receiving those messages, I laughed because I didn't know my wife is capable of being jealous."

She hit me.

"Ouch, how could you hit me like that my labs. That hurts."

(T/N: My labs is a borrowed language originally My love)

She finally laughed.

So I hugged her.

"Zawjatie, thank you for being jealous."

May be she was surprised to hear that.

"Wow and you're even grateful huh."

"It just means that you love me so much. LOL, right? You don't need to be jealous."

I released her from the hug and held both of her arms, looked at her eyes; "Zawjatie, you're my Queen today, tomorrow and forever, if Allaah Wills!"

See? I am such man. ;)

"I always ask Allaah to allow me to have you as my companion forever. Despite not wanting to marry you at first, I am asking Allaah that you are and will always be my forever. Zawjatie, uhibbuki."

(T/N: My wife, I love you)

I didn't want to not hear an answer so she said, "I lab you too."

(T/N: I love you too in a excited but shy tone)

Yassin said he was giddy, in other words, he felt many butterflies flying in his stomach. :D

***

Wife became so busy, she was studying both Arabic and western studies at the same time.

Our daily routine was still like, even though I finished college, I am still taking her to school and back home.

I was happy she wasn't embarrassed to be seen with her husband or to be known as someone who has husband.

Her classmates know she was already married. In both Arabic school and western school.

They don't seem to believe that Hana was married at first. There was someone who courted my wife.

Of course you have to be chill and keep your cool. So I talked to the boy in a proper way.

I told her I was Hana's husband.

I think the boy was embarrassed. Wow, he should be! He dared court someone's wife!

He deserved it, he was told that the girl was married but he was stubborn.

(T/N: Yassin sounded mad by how he wrote the last sentence)

***

Yassin thought at first that forced marriage was a nightmare but it was not, it made him happy, he found love instead through this marriage.

But he never knew a day would come that he will hate his wife so much to the point that he will harshly break off their marriage.

***

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