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“My grandmother was Malaysian too. She lived to be a 70 years old.” zara explained.

“Allah bless her soul.”

“She was even shorter than me. She was always cooking when we came to visit.” zara says between bites.

“Let me guess, would she ask if you were hungry too?” He chuckles.

“Oh yes, all the time.” zara nods.

“That sounds wonderful.” They have a lovely dinner. zara does her best to keep her gaze from lingering too long at ahmad. His chocolate eyes feel so gently and safe. She truly enjoys his company. He helps clean up after dinner and once they get the left overs sorted out they share the cookies.

“I hope these are ok. I wasn’t sure what to get.” She says after they sit down.

“Cookies are wonderful. My guilty pleasure is a bowl of vanilla ice cream.” He grins.

“Yeah, that does sound good honestly.” She nods in agreement.

“So, may I get a tour of your lovely house?” He asks curiously.

“Oh yeah, come on!” She says getting up. She shows him around and smiles at her magic decorations that she’s so proud to have up all year round. ahmad kept his thoughts to himself when she showed him her bedroom upstairs. Her house was lovely all around. She made him some coffee and they talked for a bit in the living room. He wanted to inch closer to her on the couch, but kept his distance. Once it was a little past eight he reluctantly got up.

“Well I am sad to say that I must depart. I have to rise early tomorrow.” He says.

“Oh yeah, I get it.” She nods in understanding. “It’s not four a.m. is it?”

“I’m usually up at five-thirty or so.”

“Yuck. I am not a morning. I’ll wake up just don’t talk to me too much.”

“I know a lot of those people. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” He chuckles. They head to the door and she hands him the leftovers.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you zara for inviting me. It was a wonderful evening.” He smiles. He shakes her hand gently. “I would love to have dinner again sometime. I’ll be sure to send my letter out.” He teases.

“I’ll keep an eye out for it.”

She gets an invite to have dinner with ahmad the following Saturday. She was so excited.

“Oh shit! What the hell am I going to wear? Uuuugh!” She sighs as she falls back in bed. “I dont even have a abaya either…well he wasn’t bothered by it before.” She stared at the ceiling as she thought about what to do. “I’m going to hell.” She mumbles. She was all jitters by Saturday. She wanted to bring something but ahmad insisted that he had everything covered. She wasn’t too surprised to come to his mansion as she did some research and saw imam made good money. It did take her a few minutes to finally ring the doorbell. After a little waiting the door opens.

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