It was time to go home after the day's work. I cleared my table putting everything back where they belong.
I shut down my computer, disconnected it from the socket and put off all appliances. I packed my bag too. I put my phones inside and went through the files on my table with other jobs I had done that would be given to my boss before I left work.
I then put off the air conditioner and switched off the light, walked out of the office with my bag, files in hand and locked my door.
I went to my boss's office, opened the door and said I was leaving.
"So soon, are you not staying for an extra hour to work ahead like you used to do before?"
"Where are you hurrying to?"
I am sorry sir, I have to be somewhere today," I said.
Okay, have a nice weekend.
I gave him the files explained what needed to be explained and left his office.
I shut the door, took some steps towards my office to get my bag and leave when I heard my name.
"Fauziat... please come."
I went into my boss's office and met him smiling.
"I am impressed at this work; I just saw the beginning and got hooked. You have done well.
I said thank you turned my back to leave when he said "that is not the only reason why I called you. I noticed the change in you recently, tell me, is it a man in your life?
"Is that where you are going to, are you going to be with him today or all through the weekend?"
"Wow! is it that obvious?" I asked myself.
"Wow! is it that obvious?" I asked myself.
I smiled and told him that I am in a relationship and happy in it. I am going to spend the weekend with him too and don't want to get to his place late.
Okay, I am sorry for delaying you, we will discuss it when you come back, he said.
I smiled again and left his office murmuring under my breath that I will not discuss Umar with him when I resume work next week.
I left the office in a hurry before everyone noticed too that I was leaving earlier than usual or that I was unusually carrying a girl inlove's face.
"They don't mind their businesses in this office," I whispered to myself.
I got to the car, shut the door, started the ignition and brought out my phone to call Umar, but the phone suddenly began to ring, it was Umar.
I picked the call and said hello in the most relaxed voice that I could gather.
"Hi dear, why did you close the door like that and lock yourself in the car as if someone is coming to kidnap you."
"What?"
"Where are you?"
I began to look around the office car park, but didn't see his car.
"Are you looking for me?"
"Funny girl, I am right here"
I raised my head and saw him standing outside my car.
"How did you get here and where did you park?"
"Come out dear, I am driving you home today."
"Where is your car," I asked again.
"I didn't drive to the office today," he explained.
"I drove in a friend's car. I already had plans to come and pick you up. I have been waiting for you in that car over there."
"Come let's go say hi to him. He is my very good friend and his name is Muhammed-Zuber, he will be my best man on our wedding day."
I followed him to the car to meet Muhammed-Zuber. He came out and stretched out his hand; I took it and said hello.
"My name is Muhammed-Zuber, I have brought your prince to you, I hope both of you settle down soon so that I can come visit you many times in future."
I laughed and said, I hope so too.
"Did you hear her," he asked Umar
"She is ready to marry you today."
"Can I call you Zuber for short? I asked.
"Why not, even Umar calls me that sometimes, he only calls me Muhammed-Zuber when I offend him."
We all laughed and said our goodbyes then Umar and I walked to my car.
"Why not, even Umar calls me that sometimes, he only calls me Muhammed-Zuber when I offend him."
We all laughed and said our goodbyes then Umar and I walked to my car.
I was glad I would spend time with him in the car and at his place but I didn't say it.
He started the car and we began our journey to his house.
I noticed I was no longer as shy as I used to be around him and I liked it. I made myself feel even more comfortable by taking a deep breath.
This means I can actually reach out to him for a hug or a kiss, I thought to myself and smiled.
"A penny for your thought," Umar asked.
"Oh it is nothing, I just remembered something that happened in the office today," I replied.
"Would you like to share," he asked.
I told him about my boss and his request to discuss Umar next week. He also laughed and agreed that I don't start a discussion if he doesn't ask me.
I then changed the topic to dinner.
"What are you going to have for dinner?"
"Oh! Oh! I just remembered I don't have any food in the house," he said.
"Okay don't worry, we will get something from the supermart close to your house."
"Alright," he said.
When we got to the supermart, I bought everything I would use to prepare jollof spaghetti, the type I prepared for Abubakar, then we went to his house.
When we got to his place, it was already 6.30pm; I quickly took out my hand bag and the bag of things I bought from the supermart, leaving my bag of cloths in the booth.
As I was entering the kitchen, I shouted that he should help me take the bag out of the booth.
I brought out everything and stated to prepare the food.
Umar took my bag into his room and went into the bathroom to have his bath.
After putting the spaghetti on fire and preparing the sauce, I decided to go and take my phone charger out of my bag so I went inside the room.
As I opened the door to the room, Umar stepped out of the toilet naked; he just finished bathing.
He quickly took his towel from where it was hung, I turned my back and began to apologise; I was about leaving the room when he held me back.
"I have wrapped myself in a towel, you can face me now," he said.
I turned to face him as slowly as I could.
"I am sorry," I said.
"I didn't know you weren't wearing anything."
"I just came in to get my phone charger."
Still holding my hand, he said it was okay.
"You don't have to apologise, you should start getting used to seeing me naked, afterall we are getting married soon, or are you not going to marry me."
"You don't have to apologise, you should start getting used to seeing me naked, afterall we are getting married soon, or are you not going to marry me."
I searched my head for what to say next so I could leave the room when I remembered the food on the fire.
"Please excuse me, I must go and see what I put on fire," I said.
He left my hand; I searched for my charger and left the room in a hurry.
I plugged my phone and went into the kitchen to finish preparing the food.
I couldn't concentrate; I was scared; it was now clear to me that I was in a serious relationship.
"He really wants to marry me. Am I ready for marriage, Fauziat are you ready to marry?"
"Gosh, what if he brings a ring today and ask, what will I say?"
A lot of things ran through my mind but I pushed it aside.
By the time I was rounding off the cooking, Umar had finished from the room and came to the kitchen.
"He really wants to marry me. Am I ready for marriage, Fauziat are you ready to marry?"
"Gosh, what if he brings a ring today and ask, what will I say?"
A lot of things ran through my mind but I pushed it aside.
By the time I was rounding off the cooking, Umar had finished from the room and came to the kitchen.
"Wow! I hope this food tastes as delicious as it smell?"
I smiled and said wait and have a taste to find out.
"Food is ready, should I serve yours before I go in to have a shower," I asked.
"No, I will wait for you," he replied.
I said okay, went into the room to shower. When I entered the room, I noticed that Umar had changed the bed-sheet and sprayed an air freshener that gave the room a very nice smell.
I thought about what I saw when I entered the room earlier. "God, Fauziat; are you sure you can sleep in this room with him tonight and nothing will happen," I asked myself.
I shifted the thought and removed my cloths, then entered the toilet after taking my soap and sponge out of my bag.
As I put on the shower, the thought came to my mind again. I remembered what I saw again.
Umar completely naked; so hot, well built, his chest, his body, I felt like having a bath with him right there. It was as if I should shout his name and invite him to shower but i stopped myself from doing it. Then the picture that I have been avoiding came into my mind. Yes I did, I saw it and I couldn't take the image out of my mind.
I said again to myself, "God, Fauziat, you saw him, you saw his manhood." "Hmm, he is so big, I wish we were married already," I thought to myself.
I was still in this thought when I heard his voice.
"Fauziat, I didn't know it usually take you so long to bath, I would have requested for my food."
I immediately realised I had not used the soap or sponge; I had been under the shower since.
"I am sorry, I had to use the toilet first; I will join you soon," I lied.
I then hurriedly showered and put on one of the bum shorts and top I had brought. On the top was written 'I seem to have misplaced my boyfriend.'
I went straight to the kitchen to dish the food.
We ate together on the dining table. Umar couldn't take his eyes off me during the meal which made me feel very uncomfortable.
I raised my head from the food and asked "why are you staring at me like that?"
"The first thing is that I like the food; I was wondering how someone can turn a spaghetti into something very delicious, and the other is, I was looking at what is written on your polo."
"I am here dear, you didn't misplace me," he said.
I stopped eating for a while to laugh, then continued eating without relying him.
After the food, I cleaned up and went inside the room to sleep. I was trying to avoid him.
As I opened the door, the image came to my mind again. I then concluded that I couldn't sleep in the same room with him.
I carried my bag into the guest room deciding that was the best place for me to spend the nights I will stay there.
I laid on the bed and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep, pending the time I actually sleep.
I knew he would come to look for me but I was adamant, I had made up my mind not to sleep in his room with him or to discuss our wedding.
After about 10 minutes, I heard a knock on the door, i had not answered when the door opened.
"Fauziat, what are you doing here," he asked.
My heart skipped a beat as I shut my eyes even more to make sure I don't give in.
"Fauziat..., Fauziat..., my love..."
Then I felt a hand on my back.
"Sweet heart, I have been here, calling you."
I pretended again to have woken up, cleaned my eyes and looked at him.
"Hey, Umar, I am sorry, I came in to sleep," I replied.
"No, Fauziat, you cannot sleep here, apart from that, I am seeing a movie in the living room, why not come join me. You didn't even tell me you were coming in to sleep."
"How can I tell you that I can't stand you tonight? Umar. How do I explain how I want you to hold me and do things to me? How do I tell you that you are making me feel the way I have never felt before, I said to myself.
"Please can I sleep, I am really tired. I know tomorrow is Saturday but I really need to sleep right now, I told him.
"I promise to see all the movies with you tomorrow. You should also go and sleep, arent you tired from work?"
"I promise to see all the movies with you tomorrow. You should also go and sleep, arent you tired from work?"
"Fauziat you are not saying the truth, tell me what the problem is. Did I offend you? If I did, please forgive me," he asked.
I looked at him; he was so worried. I wished I could tell him what my heart was saying. I felt like marrying him immediately.
"Umar, it is really nothing. I am just tired and I want to sleep here," I said.
He began to laugh. He laughed so much, I became confused.
"Okay I know what the problem is."
"You are scared to sleep in the same room and on the same bed with me."
"Okay dear, I promised I will not do anything to you. I will not even look at your eyes."
"No, Umar, it isn't that. I just want to sleep here. I like this room,"
"You are a bad liar; okay if that is the only thing I will sleep here with you."
"Sleep with me," I asked my voice shaking.
"Sleep with me," I asked again.
"You will sleep with me? I thought of so many things in seconds and decided.
"Okay, no problem, come in let us sleep," I made up my mind to control myself.
"Okay," he said.
"Let me go and get my phones, wrapper and condoms."
"Condoms"
"What do you need condoms for?" I asked.
"Hahan, Fauziat, I was just joking jor, before you run out of the room" he said.
"I wouldn't have run away, I would have just locked the door when you go out," I said and we both laughed.
He went out, came back in a few minutes and sat on the bed.
"Fauziat, am I sleeping on the bed or the floor?"
"Sleep on the bed please."
He lay on the bed with me and slept off in 15 minutes. I couldn't sleep at all. I kept starring at the roof for another one hour.
Then I moved my attention to Umar who had just moved from his side of the bed to my side, his wrapper was no longer covering him, the button on the groin area of his boxer was opened.
I quickly removed my face from him; I didn't want to see his penis again.
I picked up my phone and began to scroll through. The time was 11.30 pm. I got tired of my phone and began to look at the room. I stood up and walked to the end of the room and back. My heart was beating very fast. I was sleepy but scared to sleep.
"How can I sleep, what if my legs touch his leg or i mistakenly wrap myself in his arms, or I put my leg on his body and he gets the wrong message."
"How can I sleep, what if my legs touch his leg or i mistakenly wrap myself in his arms, or I put my leg on his body and he gets the wrong message."
The blue velvet cotton made it difficult for me to see outside the house as i tried to stare out of the window.
He moved again and this time he faced up. His penis had found its way out of the boxer, pointing up as if beckoning on someone.
"I have to wake him up," I thought to myself.
"Umar! Umar!" I called out to him almost screaming.
"Yes, Fauziat."
"Please wake up."
"Your boxer, your..."
"Oh, my God; I am sorry, I didn't know," he apologised.
"It is okay, just sleep well."
"When did you wake up?" he asked.
"I never slept."
"You never slept; Is it because I am here?"
"You should have told me that you cannot sleep here with me."
"You should have insisted I sleep separately from you."
"I am sorry Umar."
"You don't have to be sorry Fauziat."
He got off the king sized bed, picked up his wrapper and phone and began to walk out of the room when I realised I would miss him, i realised i couldnt sleep in the house without him by my side because I needed him to hold me to sleep.
"Umar, I called out as he was about to open the door."
"Please don't go."
"Fauziat, it is okay, you need to sleep. You had a hectic day and need to rest."
"No Umar, I want to sleep with you here. I actually couldn't sleep because I want you to hold me."
I said it in a very low voice, he didnt hear it.
I said it in a very low voice, he didnt hear it.
"You want what?"
I walked out of the bed to where he was standing.
"You were saying something Fauziat, what do you want?"
I held his hand and took him to the bed. We both sat facing each other.
I began to explain. I told him how I saw his penis when I entered the room after he had his bath and how I have been feeling uneasy since then. I also told him how his penis popped out of his boxer while he was sleeping.
"Fauziat I am sorry, I caused your sleeplessness," he apologised.
"No, Umar, you don't need to apologise, to be sincere, I liked it. I felt like grabbing you and having you in me but I resisted."
"Seriously," he asked.
"Yes," I said shyly.
He stopped talking and looked at me; he stared into my eyes. I could see he had many questions for me but all I wanted was for him to kiss me.
"Kiss me, I am not going to resist," I told him in my mind.
As if he heard, as soon as I raised my head, he kissed me.
It was hot; I almost urinated in my bum short. Blood ran through my body. I returned the kiss immediately, eyes closed, then I wrapped my hands around him.
We were so much locked in our hug I could feel his breath on my face.
He stopped kissing me, looked at me again and smiled. I smiled too, and then he kissed me again raising me up from the bed.
Again I returned the kiss.
I could feel his manhood grazing my left thigh. He then held my breast still kissing me.
I left myself to his mercy.
He removed my top and carried me from the room to his room. He laid me on the bed and came on top of me.
He kissed one of my breasts and fondle with the other one.
I felt him all over me; I couldn't wait for him to come into me.
He began to suck my breasts as he struggled to unzip my short. I moaned.
He finally unzipped it.
I felt the breeze evaporating from the air conditioner on my body. He touched me everywhere. He kissed me from my toes to my face.
As all these were going on, I began to think.
"Fauziat, you have to stop him now," I told myself but continued because I couldn't control it. I kept moaning, calling his name.
He then touched my clitoris. It felt like paradise. I was wet for him. I wanted him inside of me but he stopped suddenly, removed his hands, kissed me again and rolled to the other side of the bed.
"Umar, what it is?"
"Fauziat, I am sorry I can't continue."
"I know you don't want this, you are doing this because of me."
"No, it isn't because of you; I really wanted you inside of me," I said.
"Let us not do what we will regret later," he said.
"Regret, how? Do you have negative intentions towards me?"
"No, Fauziat, I don't, I just feel we should take things slowly. Please come and sleep."
I said okay, went into the bathroom, put on the shower and had a bath then I came back to the room to sleep.
When I lay on the bed, Umar held me from behind.
"Sweetheart, I want to sleep with you in my hands."
I didn't say anything but thought about the moment we just spent together. I was somehow grateful that nothing happened between us afterall.
I slept in his hands and found myself in my father's house.
It was our wedding day; my dad had called us to his room to pray for us.
The dream looked so real, the house was well decorated. Everybody was happy.
We went into the room to meet with my father. We knelt down for him to bless us but suddenly someone appeared from nowhere and knelt down beside me.
My dad left Umar and I and began to bless me and the other person; it was Khalid.
I woke up with my heart in my mouth. Umar also woke up and found me awake and in fear.
"Fauziat, what is it?"
I couldn't say a word. I couldn't tell him the dream I had. It would put him off.
"It is nothing dear, just a nightmare."
"Okay dear, if you don't want to share, we can go back to sleep."
We went back to sleep and didn't wake up again until the next morning.
...
The rest of the weekend went well. We went to the market, cooked, went to cinema and visited other interesting places.
On Sunday I wished the weekend would start again. Umar didn't mention anything about Friday night neither did I.
On Sunday evening, I packed my bag, and took the clothes I washed out of the wires where they were spread outside the house and made sure the house was in order.
"Umar, you know next weekend is Abdullateef's wedding, so I will not be around to help you clean the house."
"Please make sure the house is in order because you do not know who is visiting."
"Okay ma'am. I will do as you have ordered."
We had rice, plantain, beans, fish, snails and chicken for dinner, by 6.00pm, then had our bath and went to see a movie in the living room before bedtime.
I sat on the rug watching a Bollywood movie; he came from behind and sat with me holding me close to his chest.
We were seeing the three hours movie when I slept off in his chest.
I didn't wake up until my phone rang; it was Mukhtar.
"Hello Fauziat."
"Hello bros."
"How are you."
"I am fine bros."
"I am sure you are on your way home already. Why are you sounding like you just woke up?"
"No bros, I didn't just wake up, I am driving. I am in traffic."
"Traffic on a Sunday? Eyah! I am so sorry about that."
"Okay, I will stay awake for you."
"Thanks bros."
I hurriedly jumped up, went inside cursing Umar for letting me sleep off.
"I couldn't wake a beautiful princess from her sleep."
"Moreover you look so beautiful when you are asleep, I just want to sit there watching you sleep," he said.
"Now my brother has started to call me. I don't like this, you should have woken me up."
"I am sorry dear princess, I won't let it happen again."
I carried my handbag while Umar helped carry my other bag to the booth.
He opened the gate and I drove out.
He came to me saying he will follow me from behind.
"Okay thanks, please hurry up."
We kissed and he went in to bring his car out and close the gate.









































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