Halaal Love

Chapter 41

Assalamualaikum~

Uhu I'm sorry for this super-duper, annoying, latest update! I've been busy a lot. Especially Physics-_- I can't get a single thing my teacher says! T^T I'm so sorry!

Anyway, please enjoy the story and don't forget to give me feedbacks/comments because they always inspire me the most to write more :)

Oh there's this word satay... XD If there's anyone from Indonesia/Malaysia, they must know! It's a sort of shishtawook(correct spelling?) like the one in Arabian cuisine but we use those tiny wooden sticks for the chicken/lamb/goat meat/seafood(sometimes), chopped into small pieces. I SWEAR YOU HAVE TO TRY IT OR TRY TO MAKE IT. IT'S SO GOOD. Okay, off with my food-obsessed moments XD Now, ENJOY~

AND THIS IS A LONG CHAPTER OMG, I'M PROUD OF MYSELF XD Joking~

Habibah's POV

For the first time since I got married, I'm sleeping in my parents' house. Sure, I did sleep here before, when something happened to Omar and I—but now we're sleeping in my parents' house. Just for a day though.

It's my parents' 30th anniversary—we never really celebrate it, but this time, they want to hold a kind of barbeque-night with Omar's and my families as today is coincidentally, his parents' anniversary too—35th anniversary though.

I have just helped mom and the girls in kitchen—cutting the chicken into small pieces for satay, chopping meat, slicing onions, tomatoes, celeries, garlics, carrots, potatoes etc. It's not going to be that huge of an event, but we're cooking more so we can share with our neighbours or for just in case.

I shut the door behind me as I enter my old bed room. Clearly, it hasn't change a bit. My TMI posters, the edits of pictures made by me, the arts and works that I made are still on the wall. I guess I really am a different person now. I couldn't live a single moment of my life without thinking about novel characters or anime characters or korean dramas, but now, I don't even care how many episodes I've missed or how many books I haven't buy.

I sit on the bed, cross my leg and stare at the walls. It seems so peculiar to do this with flashbacks seeping through my brain—it felt like I got Amnesia and I was slowly healing. I smile when I remember how I cried a lot when I read the last book of TMI series, The City of Heavenly Fire. I was shocked by the death of a character, and I remember a lot how my mom called me a psychopath. Well, she calls me that a lot though.

Soon Omar joins me on the bed, staring at the walls after he comes back from Masjid for Asr prayer. The barbeque will start a bit late after Isha' as tomorrow is weekend. Not that Omar can be free in weekends, but the university starts late when it's weekends, and sometimes for specific subjects, they(students and teachers) have a scheduled holiday—and if I am not mistaken, Omar has holiday tomorrow as it's Friday and the Arabic classes have holidays during Fridays and Saturdays.

“You loved all of them?” Omar questions, pointing towards the posters of the boy characters of The Mortal Instruments. I flush.

“Yeah, I still do though. That—” I pointed towards the picture of Jace, “I still like that hero. He's awesome, a brave and tough fighter.”

He scrunches his nose, “looks anorexic, fake and not manly to me.” His comment makes me chuckle loudly. Only men can say so about other men.

“That's because you're a guy too.”

“Seriously, he needs to eat more,” he shakes his head.

“And he's gonna be fat. No, actors cannot be fat, Omar!”

“Is the first sentence directed to me?” He grabs a hold of his chest. “I'm hurt, Habibah, I'm hurt.” I laugh.