My Sehri alarm shook me awake...I must have fell asleep waiting for Imraan to come home from Tarawee so I could tell him about the steak.
Everybody was eating grumpily, the sound of slurping and spoons could only be heard when MiL broke the silence...
"Imraan my batchoo, how was the braai last night, the boys enjoyed the steak?"
"hmmm we where expecting BBQ though, what happened Fatima?"
Before I could reply, MiL spoke up,"oh you know how late Fatima gets home, I didn't want to trouble her so I did it for you, I don't know all these navoo navoo styles so I made my plain and simple one."
Oh the cheek!
"I had enough time to make it after work but it was already done before I even got home"
OMW!!where did that come from, who said that...did a sehri gandi take over my brain!!
My MiLs thin eyebrows shot up like arrows pointing at the ceiling, her mouth formed a tight O!
I gulped and looked down, but not before I caught the humorous smirk that crossed Sumaya's lips...did I have an ally across the table?
No time to think about that, Imraan cleared his throat, I waited with my heart in my throat for him to speak, but he just went back to eating his cereal.
Thankfully one of the twins crying in bed shifted every bodies focus...shew...saved by the cry, for now, I guess!
After fajr I went back to bed, it was finally Saturday and I was exhausted.
I woke up two hours later with the most awful feeling of nausea...I barely made it to the bathroom before I vomited my barely digested sehri...one mouthful, then two, then three...I gagged for eternity.
Finally I looked into the mirror, swollen red eyes, leaky nose and a flushed face greeted me...yes, the dreaded flu was in the building!
Imraan was standing at the bathroom door, his eyes full of concern, then... he turned and left the room. I sat on the bed clenching my towel, I wanted to cry but I had no energy. I know he must be so angry at me.
When the bedroom door opened again, I didn't look up till I smelt coffee, "Take a sip, its black...you will feel better"
I smiled a weak smile of relief, I didn't want coffee but it meant my husband cared about me still. I took a small sip and spat it out immediately, in a coughing fit, I managed to rasp "Who made this Imraan!, it's terrible"
His face fell, I made it for you...I'm sorry!
(shew, I thought he'd say it was his mum)
I tried to laugh. "I think you put salt instead of sugar..."
He started laughing too, "I was wondering why the sugar was with all the spices! lay down and relax, I will get you water"
"Imraan...about this morning..."
"don't worry, you know my mother means well,she likes to make life easy for her daughter-in-laws. Isn't that a Mufti Menk quote too?"
Trust a man to see the good...but hey, I'm just glad he isn't mad at me!
When Imraan came back he surprised me with what he said..."I know it must be hard sometimes all of you sharing the kitchen, I mean Ayesha and my mother use to fight all the time when it was only them, so I don't expect it to be easy with four of you in there now...you have never complained so far and I really appreciate that, tiMwah"
Oh, my man has all the right words...
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