Ya Amar (My Moon)

Twenty eight

The gun was sleek black with silver rim around the handle and body. What is a gun doing in Amir's clothes? Instead of getting worried, I was happy that I was seeing a gun. The gun was beautiful and alluring that I felt as if it was calling me to hold it. I have always loved gun and fantasize about them. That was the reason I loved action movies. The way they shoot guns and fight had always made me crazy about fighting and using guns. Seeing a real gun had me squealing with joy. I picked up the gun gently. It was not really heavy but it felt so good to be wrapped in my hand. The metal was cool against my palm. Are there bullets in it? I searched for how to open the barrel to know if bullets were in it. After struggling and mumbling with frustration many times, the magazine opened and I swear, it was filled with bullets.

The bullets were gold with round nose and of medium size. I imagined myself shooting and getting my target. The images in my head felt so real that I had not seen Amir walk into the closet.

"Angel, have you...." He trailed off stopping dead in his track. I looked up at him with gleaming eyes and a pleased look.

His eyes narrowed turning cold and the expression on his face hardened and became blank. As a smart person, I should have known the change of expression meant something but the foolish me was jumping towards him smiling like a kid that had been granted her wish.

"Amir, I found this gun" I held it in his face inspecting the gun in my hand. "It is nice" I beamed aiming it as the wall.

"What are you doing with that?" Amir's voice became icy, anger flashing in his pretty eyes. Before I could reply, Amir snatched the gun away from me with so much force that made me sway a bit before getting my balance.

"I found it lying in between your clothes. You have a gun? This is so good" I squealed, beaming and clapping.

"There are some things you should not touch baby" he breezed past me with a stoic expression and a voice that was not pleasant. The excited me still did not register that look on his face. I was giddy with what I just saw.

"That is a gun, Amir" I almost ran towards him.

He said nothing as he shoved the gun into the box and locked it. He threw me a cold look that could make anyone's leg shiver but no, I reacted to it the opposite way. He put the box into a drawer, slamming the drawer shut.

"Don't ever touch that again" he ordered.

"Amir" I gripped his arm still happy.

He turned his head slightly towards me, his facial expression softening. He stared at me for a moment and I kept grinning at him.

"You are supposed to be worried, angry and full of questions" he held my hand.

"I know but I love guns Amir and you have one. Do you know how exciting that is?" I bounced on my feet again, screeching with excitement.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a doubtful look.

"I am perfectly okay"

"A wife who found a gun in her husband's belongings would be worried and full of questions but you are...."

"I know" I cut him off hauling him out of the closet. "But I am not" I shrugged. "I am just happy that I saw a real gun. Do you know how much I fantasize about guns?" I stopped, and whirled around holding his burly arms in my small palms.

"I don't know. Where is the shirt?"

"Oops" I slapped my forehead. "I forgot. I can't find it"

"Don't worry, I will put on something else just get me a tie that will go with a baby blue shirt" he said walking back into the closet and I followed him.

Amir grips my chin gently and raised my head up to meet his eyes. He stared at me, not moving his beautiful eyes filled with unspoken emotions from my face. His hand held my waist before he tugged me closer to his body. Slowly, he lowered his lips to mine and captured it into a soft gentle kiss. My heart flipped once, twice, thrice then sped at a very unsteady pace. My pulse quickened at what was happening. His lips moved on mine slow and gentle. When I did not respond, Amir pinched my waist and tugged at my lower lip. I gasped which gave him access to deepen the kiss and I responded.

For a moment, everything happening disappeared, every feeling was lost except for the feeling of his soft sweet lips on mine. He pushed me closer, his grip getting stronger on my back. After what felt like eternity, he gently disconnected his lips from mine. Out breathing had picked up faster and we tried to catch our breath. My head was unclear from what he did. Why did he do that? We were dressing and I had volunteered to knot his tie and it had ended up with a kiss!

"I could not stop myself from doing that" Amir exhaled releasing my waist. "Your lips were so inviting that I could not go to work without getting to feel them" he stroke my face.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, warming up my face. I looked away unable to meet his eyes that were fixed on my face.

"I like kissing you" he continued. What a shameless man? I blushed intensely.

"If you keep talking and complimenting" I picked the cufflinks on the table. "We will be late to wherever we are going to" I took his sleeves. Silently, I fixed his cufflinks feeling his watch on me. "Is there anything?" I asked when I was done putting my hands around his neck. He nodded his head negatively. "Do I have something on my face?" I whispered dropping a hand to straighten his tie.

"No" I moved closer to his face, rising on my toes knowing my slow breath was fanning his face.

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"I can't stare at you again?" he asked his voice surprisingly low and rough.

"No, it just makes me self-conscious" I brushed my lips to the side of his lips. "Thank you"

"For what?" he held my waist.

"Everything especially yesterday" I dropped to my feet.

"You know I will like to spend the whole day with you but I have to be at work and you have to be at school"

"Disappointing right?" I grimaced.

"Very disappointing" he dragged his words making a face. I laughed releasing my hand from his neck.

"We should leave for breakfast" I said checking out his look. "You are handsome right now but I find you sexier when you look rough. You know scattered hair, unbuttoned shirt and so on. You understand what I mean? That look you have after work and that reminds me you need a haircut, your hair is growing longer"

"You can give me a haircut just like that day in Nigeria"

"I wish I could but that was a risk. It was the first time I was giving a man a haircut. I had to watch the YouTube video many times before practicing it on your head"

"Then do it again" he said with the corner of his lips up.

"A professional will be the best, darling" I stroke his jaw "And you need to shave. Not clean shave but low stubble. That is better on you"

"You should be asking me questions right now about the gun you found in my things?"

"I know but I am not asking" I stepped out of his hold.

"Why?"

"Because I have nothing to ask you" I dabbed my lips with a blush pink lipstick.

"Most wives will freak out but you are calm" he picked his bag as I tied my hijab.

"Because I love guns" I shrugged pinning my hijab.

"Who loves guns, habibti?" he huffed.

"People like me" I picked my heels and handbag. "Come on" I tugged his arm feeling the muscles under his sleeve. "We will be late for breakfast"