Then Grandfather came, looking all worried.

I felt like hanging in the air while waiting for what news he will tell me with that worried face of his.

I was kind of nervous to know what was the result of the visit.

"What now Grandfather?"

He hugged me, "Why are you turning out like this? Just what are we going to do with you? Just get well soon."

I just smiled at him. "Grandfather, I'm actually durable."

Then mom arrived, with her were Hana's parents.

Despite being weak I forced myself to sit from lying to show respect for them and gave them a smile.

Aunt, Hana's mom was tearing up.

"Hey Yassin, man up. How can you get what you want if you're just lying in the bed." Said uncle jokingly, Hana's father.

I just laughed at him. "I will just try to feel better uncle," I said jokingly.

"Even with your situation where you're dying you're still joking. This kid." Said aunt.

From that scene, I kind of smell the success that may be I will get back Hana.

I even glanced at my cousin and he was giving me thumbs up sign.

That seems to be a confirmation already. Everything was okay now. Alhamdu li'llaah.

I thought I was suddenly better and just smiled greatly.

They were just waiting for me to get well so that they can have a party celebration for me and Hana.

***

I slightly got better, better enough to bring me out of the hospital. So they brought me home.

Then when I got home, the humble party was already happening. All Praise Be to Allaah.

They all look so happy, all the people there.

We quiet have a large audience.

Whenever anyone see me, they go to me, shaking my hand, hugging me and even congratulating me.

Even if I wasn't that feeling better, the joy I was feeling was so great, enough to make me feel better.

I was so overwhelmed with happiness. Bliss. Joy.

Morelike I was so excited to see my wife.

She wasn't here because she was in school they said.

After a while, uncle went to me, "You can go to your house now."

I smiled at him and even hugged each other, "Yes uncle. Thank you."

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When I got home to my wife's home.. Now, our home, again.

I said my greetings of peace even if I know that she's not there.

"Assalaamu 'Alaykum.."

I went to look at the entire house and realized how much I miss it.

I was so thankful to Allaah that finally I have stepped into this house again.

That I am back.

I sat while waiting for my wife, and after a while, I heard someone saying salaam.

I didn't stand up and just waited..

"Yaya, did he arrive already?" Hana asked the maid.

(T/N: Yaya could also mean Nanny)

May be the maid nodded because I did not hear any response.

I waited for Hana to come to the living room and only then I stood up.

At those very moments, I wanted to be so emotional.

I didn't know what to do.

I felt like I was paralyzed.

Like my whole body did not know what to do at the sight of Hana.

Not able to do anything out of mixed emotions that was so strong at the moment.

She's here.

"Welcome home, Alim Yassin."

I even thought I was the one who will approach her first.

(T/N: Welcome home Sir Yassin or in a reapectable way, like Professor. People who graduated in Saudi are treated with respect in a religious way)

I smiled at that.

I wasn't able to control myself from smiling.

"Alim Yassin?" I asked her.

I thought I was just talking whilst my body has froze already.

Like a statue.

She spoke to me first!

Then she hugged me.

I didn't know what to feel .

She spoke to me first and even hugged me first.

She made the first moves.

I didn't know how to feel right now.

I thought she was angry at me but turns out she wasn't at all.

The way she acts, I think she's not that mad.

I didn't want to let go of her.

I said sorry and she just smiled at me and went out of my hug.

I didn't know that she was already crying.

"I thought you said I am your queen forever?

But why did you left me?"

I wasn't able to stop my tears and it just fell.

What she said hurt me to the core.

I just hugged her again and all I ever did was say sorry.

For how many years, only now I was able to see her.

When I was trying to take off her niqaab that covers her face so that I can have a look at her, she stopped me.

"That's not allowed, it's your punsihment for leaving me."

LOL, until now her playfulness is still here.

This kid. How I missed her.

"That's unfair. I will not let you decide."

"But I have no make up right now.

Even in our wedding day I had no make up and until now I have nothing on my face."

(Hana meant she was kinda shy for not putting on anything on her face whenever he sees her for the first times, even the day they got back together by the Will of Allaah)

I was just looking at her.

"Are you sulking?"

"No Zawjatie,"

I tried to take off her niqaab again and she didn't stopped me.

Maa shaa Allaah, still beautiful and young.

Who remained playful.

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And that's where Yassin ended his love story.

He told us his wife was 4 months pregnant when he confessed his story, way back December 2017.

And may be he will be very thankful to you guys for reading his story, especially that you guys are from other parts of the world.

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Thank you so much again for reaching this chapter and did not gave up reading!

All the hardship in translating this to English language was worth it you guys read it until here. I'm— thank you. Even though I was just the one who translated it and put it here in this app!

Shout out to the early readers whose reads encouraged me to translate and readers that discovered this!

If ever this gets enough attention I will do my part of finding him and tell him about how his love story inspired you all. By the Will of Allaah.

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Thank you again for finding this, and giving a it a chance! For being a secret grammar nazi and for All. Hehe!