Chapter 26: Chapter 26

QUEENSTOWN, NEW ZEALAND.

Two hours after their breakfast, they all got dressed into their best outfits. Bushra is wearing a mahogany coloured sarong, a loose plunging frost white shirt atop her hot ruby sport bra that looks like a swimming suit. She tied her hair with matching mahogany veil, took her expensive Fendi slippers and some beach stuff is packed into her Gucci bag. Dealing with people like Zara, she needs to show off her wealth too or she'd look down upon her which is the least she would agree to. Everything about her from head to toe is designer, she is also wealthy.

Getting set, she took one of her oversized butterfly shades and close her eyes with it then left the room to search for the other couple. She saw Zara kissing Mika'il and if she would remove the jealousy and look from anybody's point of view, he is quite enjoying himself. What does she expect from a man anyway? Men are always pigs no matter what and there is no way a woman won't get them where she wants with what Allah made them look like. They are irresistible to women's charm, that is just who they are and a woman as cunning as Zara? She has no say!

Even with them kissing like that, she can't hide that there is no passion in there, there is no love like the one they have but just two different genders trying to gouge out something new. She let them have their time and made her way to the kitchen even though her chest is burning beyond measure, she can't even describe how she is feeling but Zara is her husband's wife, she don't have the right to stop them when they are bonding. But can she just overlook that when they are together? Clearly, since this is their honeymoon!

She couldn't take it after twenty seconds of silent thoughts, she threw a plate on the floor and hastily made her way to pick it up just when Mika'il appeared on the door staring at her wide eyed. For some odd reasons, he looks guilty as if he did something wrong but she is pretending not to know what was going on so she continued to pick it with a wide carefree smile. She knows how to plaster those fake smiles so she won't worry about him finding out what she feels. Fake smiles are what she grew up with, so easy and believable.

But who is she kidding? Mika'il knows her like the back of his hand, he knew she saw them and that was her reaction. He made his way to the floor where she is and helped her pick up the pieces of the broken plate without a word, Zara is standing by the doorway looking annoyed by the interruption that befell just when things are about to heighten. She drew him back but he wouldn't stay with her and hastily came to his wife's rescue like always, she must change that through thick or thin, she will!

"I know why you did that. I'm sorry, she felt like we were drifting apart. Just those emotional blackmails." He explained lowly as they finish packing up the broken plates, Zara has disappeared seeing how they are romantically picking the plates. Yes, they even pick broken pieces of plate romantically!

"I didn't do anything, Maan. And she is your wife, I can't stop you from being with her, don't explain yourself." She forced a smile as she glance up at him, she is right, she doesn't owe him any explanation. This is his other wife they are talking about.

"I still feel guilty for everything I've done, I can't help feeling it. Wallah I feel so asphyxiated with everything going on, it's like I'm slowly drowning. It is too much for me, really." He looks so lost, absolutely out of it with that disheveled look he is featuring, his eyes are looking around searchingly.

"You can do nothing about it now, Maan. All you need yo do is pray to Allah, He will always listen to you. Allah will make a way even if there seems to be no way." She smiled gently at him as she placed her hand on his shoulder lovingly. She admire his strength and loyalty for both the wives.

Another reason he likes Bushra, the woman knows exactly what to say whenever he is feeling down and at that moment, there is nothing he wishes to hear apart from what she's just said. She is also Islamic unlike Zara who said she was Islamically homeschooled and the man left after a year so he don't expect her to know a lot about her religion in a year. Maybe she will catch just how to pray and those other necessities that they feel obligated to do but other than that, he hardly ever hears her talking about religion. He might need to change that!

While Bushra on the other hands could narrate so many hadith's he's never heard of. She is the exact woman men pray for, religious, beautiful, righteous, pious and the one that will lead you in the best way and make you become closer to your Lord. Bushra Amani is the best candidate, just like how her brothers are, very religious. Even though he has been to Islamic school too and has graduated, he can't help feeling low next to them when they are narrating hadiths effortlessly.

Their parents instilled their religion first in their minds before westerners, which is something he is looking forward to having Bushra instill in their daughter. She has started playing Qur'an for her too now and she is not even a year old, he can't wait to see how she will mold their daughter. She will be another full asset like her mother, he will definitely need a few guns from her uncles to keep those men away.

"Thank you. I love you so much." He pulled her into an innocent kiss knowing Zara will be there at any moment to ask them to leave.

"I love you too, Maan." She grinned at him widely, then pulled away to stand up, he took in her outfit as she does so.

"Damn, you are not making this easy for me at all. I want to murder each and every piece of clothing you are wearing, I feel trapped." His face contorted into that of pain, he looks to be in pain with everything going on and this, might be his last straw of resistance.

"Well, not yours, my gentle Sir. You have four more days, sorry to say but this hot stuff isn't yours." She beamed innocently and played with the plunging of her shirt showing the way her sport bra dove down letting out those milky looking mounds filled with milk.

"Is it a must for me to wait for four days or just some stupid traditional for I can't promise not to sin for you?" His brows drew deep to his eyes before he pulled her to his chest not so gently.

"I don't know, that's what I heard." She shrugged her shoulders while biting her lower lip seductively, she doesn't care if Zara comes in at that moment, she is also very aroused and needs only her husband.

"Then I will dive in deep and search for the truth for I won't wait for four long days without having you, I might just go crazy." He traced his forefinger around her chest eliciting a frisson from his wife who looks to be in the same place as he is.

His hand traced the outline of her sport bra where the hills of her chest are lying comfortably under. There is a hickey he left there that he can't help retracing, he missed his wife a lot. Granted, Zara is always ready to give herself to him but making love with her and making love with Bushra is very different, extremely different. He doesn't feel the arousal, the passion, fervour and zeal he feels while with her so it is not satisfying, he needs his wife to fill in those voids.

"Do that because I'm so very much saturated right now and only you can quench this." She gave him a seductive smile, getting on her tippy toes to give his ear a gentle nip that has him shuddering out a breath. This woman will be the death of him, she will make him take many cold showers with just words.

He has been kissing Zara ever since she got ready but he didn't feel aroused neither does he calloused but having Bushra in his arms alone and hearing her words have him hardened, he needs this woman. This is one of the many reasons laughing at his face for making the mistake of marrying Zara, there are so many of them. Marrying Zara has more than billion cons with no pros, this marriage shouldn't be legal Islamically, really! But then again, whose fault is it that they are suffering like that? His!

"If you say words like that, we are going to sin and you wouldn't want that. I am going to do the research as soon as possible." His hold tightened around her, his mouth giving her neck a nip while his left hand make small circles around her hipbone.

"Please do that, I need you." She panted the last words in his ear just before they heard footsteps clearly saying Zara is coming. And just like that, the moment got ruined yet again by the co-wife.

"Later." He kissed her lips gently then let her go and left the kitchen then the ensuite all together.

"I'm ready." Zara beamed at Bushra who smiled back in a more mature way albeit giving Zara a once over.

She is wearing a Dior candy red wrapped skirt, you can see the highlight of her bikini pants which is really skimpy to Bushra but she didn't comment. Up her body is Prada off shoulder blush pink shirt that has no shoulder, the strap of her black bikini is what is showing instead of sleeves. Her head is tied in a nice blush pink turban too, she looks good with it then she place on a Versace oversized oval shaped sunglasses to shield her eyes.

Even the sunglasses have this expensive brand's name of Versace by the handle. Her hand is clenched around scarlet Goyard carpet bag which is filled to the brim, Bushra wonder what and what are inside but brushed it aside. Her feet are clasped in some onyx oxford flats and if Bushra could remember, she saw Adidas posting the exact type of shoe months ago, Zara already has it, hmm. The girl knows how to get designer stuff and knows how to wear it too, kudos. At least, she is not wearing underrated clothes herself.

"I'm ready too. You look nice." Bushra forced the compliment out of her lips, she didn't like that she looks really nice like she's said.

"And you look, uhm, cute." Bushra raise a brow at those words and surprisingly let out a chuckle, the woman sure knows how to get herself out of situations. She don't want to compliment her so she paused a little to find the right words, too bad Bushra knows she looks beautiful.

"Let's get going, Maan is already waiting in the car." And she flew out of the room not waiting to see if Zara is following or not, she wouldn't mind if she falls and hit her leg then she will ask them to go alone.

Bad thought Bushra, not so you.

As soon as they step out of the hotel lobby, they found Mika'il sitting in the rented ruby Ferrari Spider, Bushra's eyes widened in astonishment. She's always loved that car ever since she saw it in a magazine, she showed it to Mika'il and he promised they would ride on it even if it is once in their lives and here they are. She jumped like a little girl, the fact that he found her favorite colour says something else too. Darn, her heart just keep on blooming with love for this man even with his other wife present.

She made her way to the two people car where Zara will manage at the back, Bushra won't care. God, she wished they are the only ones without Zara so they can be all mushy mushy, darn third wheeler! Bushra settled after Zara entered first, she couldn't stop looking around the expensive object. Her mouth hung low as she take in the interior of the car, too perfect. No wonder it is expensive, everything looks expensive.

"This is so beautiful, Maan. You fulfilled your promise." She gushed and moved forward to give him a sound kiss to his lips, she totally forgot about Zara.

"I always keep my word." He grinned back boyishly at his first wife with the feeling of triumph, he loves it when she is happy, it makes him awfully happy too.

"But why didn't you get white? I love white colour." Zara's rude comment came from behind and the duo parted like they just remembered about her presence which hurt Zara in more ways than she would want to admit.

"Sorry, I promised to get our favorite colour." Mika'il didn't sound sorry as he roared the monster of a car into life filling Bushra with more excitement of trying the new car.

And just like that they took off to Marine Parade the place that consist of a bathhouse, Queenstown beach and so on. That is where Zara wants to go, who are they to deny the new bride of her wishes? Besides, Bushra like beaches and pools so this won't hurt to stay for a little while. She can't wait to see what Zara is wearing underneath though, the girl is hellbent on showing her body from what Bushra could see in those clothes. But she is not insecure herself, her body is to die for hourglass.

In her social media accounts, she showed that she always goes to gym in the morning and likes eating healthy because she wants to have the perfect body like her younger sister Hanan who is like a broom on the other hand not that Bushra is judging but why will you kill yourself for a slim body? You are beautiful just the way you are! Zara has the curves, oversized ones that won't go away no matter the exercise but Bushra could see the flat tummy she is featuring underneath those clothes. Hmm, she would like to see if all those hard works would pay off.

"Where do we go after this? I brought some fruits in case if we are hungry." Zara commented from the backseat seeing as the car is so silent and everyone is just sitting in maladroit.

"That is so thoughtful of you, thanks." Bushra commented and she is right, she thought good for once and Bushra is happy about that, they are going to be hungry.

As soon as they made their way into the private beach, it is quite except for the woman who is waiting patiently for them to arrive. Mika'il has already called and now they are waiting for them to collect all the necessities before they leave them alone to their privacy. Bushra is so ecstatic upon sighting the cerulean ocean, it looks so inviting and appealing, she can't wait to have a dive inside.

"Good day, Mr and Mrs. Masari, here are all the things you will require." The woman whose name is written boldly on her white and teal uniform informed whilst giving him a small box he can't see a thing inside.

"Thank you, Ms. Anita." He smiled at her then they made their way to where two beach umbrellas, mats and coolers are sitting waiting for them.

"This place is so cool!" Bushra laughed heartily totally forgetting about them coming with a cowife. She removed her turban and let her shoulder length hair fall loosely around her shoulder then removed her shades. "We need a selfie, Maan!" She yelled enthusiastically then removed her phone from her bag to take the said photo.

"Take one soon, I want to lie down and call Anaan." She beamed hearing her daughter's name and took the photo fast before pocketing the phone around her sarong.

"We look so cute. Tell her I love her a lot, I can't talk to her or I get emotional." She ran to the water while removing her plunging shirt and threw it on the floor before the water to not get it wet.

Zara grumbled seeing that what she has planned is totally not going go happen and that ruined her mood. She wanted to have Mika'il all around her which was why she initiated that kiss back at the hotel but he wants to talk to his daughter? That is stupid and the most absurd thing for someone who came for a honeymoon to say but then again, his daughter will always be his top priority which she wants to change easily by giving birth too.

Another mission, she will get pregnant before they leave New Zealand, she needs this like oxygen.