It had been a few months since you and sakhir had gotten married, his family was mixed as he was a Bruneian man living in a all American household- yet he always managed to make it work

It was a late Tuesday afternoon, you were cooking dinner as your husband walked in tiredly

“آه... أتمنى من الله ألا يتم استدعائي للعمل مرة أخرى… “في “أيام إجازتي المفترضة

he grumbled in Arabic as he turned off his laptop for the night- walking over to you- squeezing his arms around your waist and burying his head in your shoulder

“I have no clue how your social battery is full after an entire day of work…. It’s like you steal all mine”

he joked softly, his deep voice husky as he leaned majority of his body weight on your smaller figure

“What are you making for dinner habibi?”