Just the two of us (EDITING)✔️

Chapter Twenty~Four

Today wasn't an ordinary Sunday for me; it was a day I typically spent shopping, whether it was actual shopping or just window shopping—with my family back home.

Tick tock, tick tock.

I woke up, barely opening my eyes, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Then I looked at the plate of food I had left on the couch.

Yikes, I thought, stifling a yawn.

Brrrnnnngg!

My phone rang, startling me. I checked the screen and it was Zuhra.

"Hello, Zuhra," I answered, turning to face the other direction.

"Whatttttt?" I shouted, her excitement nearly causing me to jump out of bed. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday? Damn! Okay, I'll come pick you guys up. We have a lot to do. Bye!"

I sighed and sat on the bed, gathering my hair into a messy bun.

Zuhra just called to tell me that Afaan's relatives were visiting Nigeria from Dubai And I know what you're thinking: no, I don't have feelings for Afaan, but come on, he's my so-called husband. I genuinely liked his family, especially because of Zarah. Honestly, they've been nothing but loving and kind to me.

I hissed and dashed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. No time for a shower (no, I'm not dirty). A shower is a luxury, especially when you're pressed for time. I pulled on a black and white kimono abaya over my gray sweatpants and gray vest, sniffed my underarms, and grabbed my keys.

I hurried down the stairs and nearly stumbled at the sight before me. There was Afaan, shirtless, and his so-called girlfriend was on the freaking counter, wearing a see-through nightie and gazing at his back as he cooked.

My freaking husband! I inhaled sharply and walked straight toward him as he turned around.

"And where are you off to, madam?" he asked without looking at me.

I smirked and walked closer to him. "An tashi Lafiya ? Good morning to you two lovebirds," I said, snatching an apple from his plate.

"I asked where you're going."

"Calm down, honey," Anisa chimed in, rubbing his back. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up, Anisa," he shot back, giving her a glare.

"Yeah, what he said, Anisa," I echoed, sending her a glare as well. I stifled a smile but frowned when he shot me a glare in return.

"Well, man of the house, just so you know, today Hajja Bintu and the entire family are coming to Nigeria, so I'm going grocery shopping because this is their first stop," I replied, smirking, then turned to walk away.

"Oh, and just so you know, the girls are coming over to help me cook. And when I say girls, I mean all the girls. So you two better enjoy yourselves while you can because it won't last long. And Afaan, please put on a shirt; you look like a skeleton."

That was a total lie; he looked incredibly hot shirtless, cooking like that. Whewwwww. Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I'm searching for! (Cheesy, right?)

I cut my thoughts short when Anisa stepped closer to me.

"Why do you have to act like that?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Can't you just leave us alone for a moment?"

I raised my eyebrows at her. "You mean I should just ignore my husband while you prance around in your see-through nightie?"

Afaan pulled Anisa back, trying to maintain the peace. "Let's not start this again, okay?

"Yeah let's not start what we can't finish" I replied and walked away from them.