BRIDAL CONTEST

Chapter 7

   
Salam, for the early birds again 😃✌🏿
There was more than 50% votes in the last chappie but I need more engagement Sha. I'm an Oliver Twist you could say that, but newsflash, we all are.

Enough of my blabber. Chapter dedicated to @tamheck @atuuma @zainabyahuza

The thought of raw Tofu in the freezer got her tummy rumbling, she almost ran out of the room with the knee-length hijab she used to pray but changed her mind and took it off.

She set her foot in the kitchen and her hands reached to the digital switch, light from the sculptural pendant came up at the center of the kitchen illuminating the whole place.
Ya ilaihi, I  can live my whole life admiring this kitchen, she said dramatically.

She took in the marble back splash and flooring like it was the first time she is seeing it. Opened the two door fridge and brought out the sealed Raw Tofu, she walks to the marbled center counter that enhouses double two electric, four gas stove standing side by side and on the other side a wide sink with two faucets.

  Amnah sat on one of the six kitchen bar stools, three on each side at the end of the center counter and brought out a knife and chopping board from the triple gray toned under the counter cabinet and began cutting the Tofu into her desired shape.

A sound behind her almost made her breathless, she turns to its direction and her breath legit left her lungs to Allah knows where.

His Adam's apple moves up and down as he gobbles down the mineral water he is holding on one hand and holding the door to the fridge with the other.

He's dark skinned and heavily built, Amnah thought in her mind. Then her heart beats like a drum when their eyes meet for nanoseconds before she shifted her gaze, that was when she became conscious of the Mickey Mouse pyjamas she's wearing. There she was thinking she will leave the kitchen before anyone wakes up.

"Ina kwana?"

"Lafiya Kalau. Baba Mustapha's daughter right?" he mumbles with a deep smooth whisper-like voice his eye lids swiftly closing and opening like he's sleep deprived.

"Yes. Amnah", she finally got her voice but her heart is still on a wild chase.

"Use the air fryer", he directed to where it is and went ahead to fry the tofu. She thought he will leave the kitchen after loading in the tofu but it seems like he's hungry too as he proceeded to the gas stove with a pan.

"Up with hunger?", Mrs Williams smiles at the two as she enters into the kitchen and close her eyes inhaling the scent emanating from the stir-fry. "Tofu and sauce? Let me make chai for you".

That was when it dawns on Amnah that Arshad is making a stir-fry for her Tofu or should she say their? That's if the whole house doesn't wake up and it officially turns to breakfast.

From their first encounter Amnah can tell that Arshad is not a man of many words unlike his vibrant chatty Casanova brother. They have a striking face resemblance and both are tall with porcelain skin. While the eldest Tambari is meaty his junior brother is all bones and muscles.

Mrs Williams only took a single tofu which is also after much persuasion and emotional blackmail from them. Amnah saw the connection between Mrs Williams and Arshad from their exchange, if not because of the racial features she would have sworn that she is his mother. But then his mother is half Arabian and he has got her looks.

  The chai Mrs Williams made was unnerving and soothing, though Amnah didn't do any work that makes her tired but she feels more relaxed now.

"Salaam Ya akhi wa ukhti", sweaty Aryan barged into the kitchen greeting them. So they are all morning fellas, Amnah thought.