Chapter 22

Farah

What he said had been echoing in my head throughout the day. I find myself feeling happy by the conversation we had even though it’s not a serious one. I still like the moment.

My phone vibrates through the room making me snap out of my thoughts. Checking the caller ID, Myrah's name flashed on the screen.

“Assalamu alaikum, our mommy,” I cheered through the phone.

“Wa alaikum salam, our honeymoon girl, how are you doing and your hubby?” she chirped happily.

“We’re doing just fine,” I answered back.

“Wait, you sound happy, what’s the secret between you two...” I cut her off before she uttered any more.

“No, it’s nothing like that, we just had a normal conversation without feeling like murdering each other,” pulling my hair behind my hair, I rest my head on the headboard playing with the hem of my shirt.

“Wow, Farah, you’re getti