YUSUF'S POV
I ran from the car to the entrance of the house, my bag over my head to prevent the drizzling rain from touching me. When I stepped inside, I was a little bit wet from the rain. Amatullah met me at the entrance of the living room. She engulfed me into a hug, kissed my cheeks and lips before collecting my bag.
"Oh, you are wet a bit" she removed my suit jacket, her hands on my arm. She walked me to the living room. I noticed she looked a little bit different from when I left her in the morning.
"What did you do to your hair?" I asked noticing her hair had been curled and rolled.
"How do I look?" she waved her head, her hair danced to the movement of her head as she bats her eyelashes giving me one of those lovely smile.
"Gorgeous" I sat down pulling her to my laps. "Hmmm" I
