He sat up, listened, as if his ears were trying to deceive him, he was really hearing the prayer
“Inalillahi wa ina ilaihi raji'un...”
He said as he pulled out his phone, checked the time, five minutes past twelve, his stomach rumbled, he was sure he was hungry since he hadn't eaten anything good last night, then his stomach rumbled again, this one was more of a nervous one, he quickly got out of bed and opened the door to his room and headed towards the path that would connect him to Jamila's room, no matter how deep his thoughts were, he couldn't remember the day Jamila was late, if it weren't for her, he was sure that the guards would have put him on the list of men who hadn't been seen at the mosque for the morning prayer
“Jamilaa...”
He called after pushing open the door to her room, lying down and saw her on a bed, her body wearing a gray hijab, her body curled up in one place, the sign that she had prayed and slept there, he finished while he was still a little She was so excited that she called her name again
“Jamilaa”
She moved with the name of Allah in her mouth, yawning and trying to straighten up
“How are you today?”
She finally straightened up and sat up
“I prayed, what should I do? I don't know if I fell asleep.”
After a short pause, Baffa felt that she was fine
“Well, she's not here today, by God we're late”
With the tension that Jamila had borrowed, she spread her face and said
“Subhanallahi, late again?”
She reached out and picked up her phone that was on the bed
“By God...”
After looking at him, she said
“Oh, I just slept through it, and you know I don't set an alarm since I'm already used to waking up”
Kai Baffa frowned slightly and lowered his hand
“Oh my God, I'm sorry, but I'm worried, because I didn't eat anything good yesterday, and I have a job ahead of me at the store today, have I ever been so lazy in my life?”
Then she felt her heart beat faster, his pity was seeking her, and her mind returned to her with his words
“Nifa, you have been of great help to me since you have been uprooting me, you have not given me much time to kill this woman, I will just have to wait...”
A moment of pitying her, she felt him smile
“That is what Allah wills, so you should go and pray, when I leave, let me go to the servants...”
She finished speaking, standing up, feeling how he was looking at her, but after she entered the servants and the door was closed, she heard the sound of her room door opening and closing, it seemed he had left. She waited two minutes before she came out, she took off her hijab and went back to Nana who was sleeping, her chest was still heavy. Since she married Baffa, he had never tired of showing his desire to marry more than one woman, and he had also put peace in her heart, despite how jealous she was. Sometimes after she prayed for him to give her more wealth, she felt like she was going back and saying, “May Allah not give you too much, may He be the one who will be able to provide for them without their hardships, except for the extra marriage.”
One day, she laughed to herself, when he first started building, he picked her up on his machine and came to show her, she was looking at the layout of the house with interest, especially when he told her that there would be a floor, because he wanted to make it two parts.
“I want the top floor.”
She will never forget how he laughed and said to her
“And what if the bride is his?”
She was half-hearted in her speech, but she answered him with
“Then she will live downstairs, and I will be upstairs, I am lucky to be a wife who has struggled with her and given me the choice of where I want to go, right?”
Baffa's laughter died down without saying anything to her. And when the ground floor was finished, the floor was taken out and the room was filled with everything, and they left and came back, eight months later, he told her quietly that he wanted the top floor to be built as well, and that when they returned, the new house, even the chairs he had left for her, were all left because she thought he could always get married, but since he hadn't put a window or a brick in it, he started to lose his temper. But before the fast, she started to take care of his transformation, he was a man who, when he came home, would put down his phone and sit down and watch the children prepare for her.
