“What are you doing?” I text her and keep my phone on the side to try to be patient for a few minutes at least.
Her reply comes almost instantly.
Meri Jaan: “Taking a bath.”
My mind fills with ideas instantly like a pervert until I realize the sarcasm in her words.
Me: “Can I Face Time you then?”
I smile knowing how she would have rolled her eyes at my words and shaken her head in exasperation.
Meri Jaan: “You are disgusting. What would I be doing at work?”
Me: “God forbid a husband misses his wife and tries to talk to her.”
Her reply takes a few seconds to come, and I know that slowly but surely she is settling back down into the feeling of us.
Meri Jaan: “Why do you miss me?”
Me: “When do I not miss you, Aisha?”
She leaves my text on read, so as shameless as I can get, I double-text her.
Me: “I also wanted to let you know that we have our dinner scheduled with my obnoxious client on Friday.”
Me: “You can cancel it if you want.”
Meri Jaan: “No, why would we cancel it? I will be ready on time; don’t worry.”
Of course, she wouldn’t cancel.
Me: “I don’t want to go, baby.”
Meri Jaan: “But he is important for the company, isn’t he?”
Me: “Yes.”
Meri Jaan: “Then it’s fine. We can work through stubborn people together. Besides, I have experience in that.”
Me: “In what?”
Meri Jaan: “In dealing with stubborn men.”
I roll my eyes with a smile.
Me: “Haha, very funny.”
Meri Jaan: “I will have lunch with you today. Then we can go pick up my cousin.”
Me: “Should I count it as a date?”
I feel so giddy inside, like a child being given their favorite candy. Aisha even proposing to come meet me of her own accord is a big deal for me.
Meri Jaan: “In your dreams. We both didn’t bring lunch; that’s why I said that.”
Me: “Sure, baby. Besides, in my dreams we do more than just eat lunch.”
She leaves me on ‘seen’, and I know that that is a sign that I have rendered her speechless.
