51. Elevator

They were roaming the streets. Everything was different there from people to their culture. It was new and exciting for Hooriya. She had walked on her own twice so now Hamza was holding her hand; their fingers intertwined as they walked side by side.

Whenever she would stop at a stall or a shop to pick something up to look at it or just to see what it was, Hamza would be like, "do you like it?" And she'll be like, "yeah, but-" and he would be like, "pack it up," and she would look at him confused.

They were at the seashells bracelet shop and Hooriya didn't touch anything. "What do you like?" He asked and she crossed her arms over her chest to regard him with a stern look. His brows furrowed and his shoulders slumped. "I did something wrong?" He asked almost sadly and she sighed.

He was so cute!

"I don't like wasting money. So as you're my husband I don't want you to waste money. And," Hamza's heart did a wild pitter-patter when she called him husband.

"We are not buying everything I t