My Four Eyed Husband

Chapter#6

Fiza's POV:

I was going for a bath when I received Ehtesham's call.

"Hello Assalam o Alaikum! This is 'How to Pretend to be a Wife Institute' how can I help you?" I consciously taunt him.

A good person never does that but who says I am a good person???

"WHAT?" He shouted.

"Oh! it's you. Sorry I didn't check the number."

"What was that about?"

"What?" I pretended to be innocent.

"That 'How to Pretend to be a Wife Institute' thing?"

"Oh! I am thinking to open an Institute. It will be the first institute of its kind and can make huge business."

"Are you really mad or just trying to annoy me?" He hissed.

Mission successful...!

"What do you want, husband? I don't mind hearing your voice all day but I am in a little hurry right now."

"My friend and his wife are coming for dinner tonight."

"Oh! Then come early tonight and don't forget to bring something for dinner too."

"What do you mean by bringing something? Cook at home."

"Huh? Cook?... I don't know how to cook."

"WHAT?"

"Aaa! Stop shouting will you? I never cooked anything before accept noodles, omelette, and Kheer."

"Fine! I will bring something."

"Cool!" And he hung up without saying anything else.

Well, Allah Hafiz!

I put my phone on the bed and went for a bath.

~*~

Ehtesham's POV:

Annoying good for nothing woman!

I grumbled again as I pay for the ordered dinner. I reached home after Maghrib (sunset time) and again greeted by the singing of Sadaf and... Fiza.

This was how she helped Sadaf in learning different things by singing and reading along with her. Sometimes Taha also starts singing if it's his favourite rhyme. Like 'Abbu laye motor car' (father brought me a toy car) and 'Brother Jhon'.

Great! I start sounding like a real father...

I sighed and Salam loudly. Sadaf came running to me, as I quickly put the things on the table and crouches down to her level.

"Assalam o Alaikum Bare Papa." She held out her hand to me and kissed on my check when I shake hand with her.

Now its Taha turns...

He was clinging to Fiza as usual. I looked at him and he turned his face to other side.

He is just like his father...

When we were kids Taimoor used to get jealous if someone shakes hands with me first. Looking at him felt like living the past again. He resembles him so much.

"Asslam o Alaikum Taha." I said going closer to him and he circled his arms around Fiza's neck. 

"Answer him Taha." Fiza whispered in his ear and he violently shook his head.