"Wait… You’re My Husband?!" - Ending

The night breeze was a fresh breath in Nizam’s lungs.

He gazed intently at Syafzira’s curled-up figure, sleeping gracefully on his bed.
A small chuckle escaped him—her sleeping position was just like a spoiled baby’s.
To him, Zira looked irresistibly cute.
He felt an urge to tug at her adorable nose. But… could he?
He might end up getting a “free slap” for no reason.

If only Syafzira’s heart could spare a little space for him as her husband, Nizam would be celebrating in joy.
But maybe that was just a far-fetched daydream.
Patience, Nizam.

He moved closer to her sleeping form and crouched by the bed.
His eyes never left her innocent face, feeling the gentle rhythm of her breath on his skin.
Resting his chin on his left hand, his other hand wandered on its own—restless, mischievous.
Sometimes it touched her hand, sometimes her nose.
Well… he was just trying to set the “happy mood” before bed.

"My wife’s actually quite pretty.
Ah, my luck… got myself a fierce wife. But it’s the fierce ones I like.” he murmured softly.

A smile played on his lips—until he noticed Syafzira murmuring in her sleep.
Curious, he lightly tapped her shoulder, as if to lull her back into dreamland.

Thud!
She rolled right off the bed… straight onto Nizam’s skinny frame.

Wow… Zira’s heavier than she looks, he thought.
He tried to free himself, but she clung onto him tightly, almost turning his face pale.
Does she think I’m a teddy bear? Hugging this tight—what, trying to kill me?

Still, he kept struggling to escape the embrace.
He wasn’t ready for his heart to completely melt because of this woman beside him.

When he finally wriggled free, he stood to leave her sleeping on the floor.
He stopped, glanced back.
She’s not cold, sleeping like that? Ah, whatever! But… she does look pitiful. Should I carry her? But if I do, I’m risking another slap… Oh, fine.

He lifted her back to bed.
Then froze.
Uh-oh—she was holding his hand.
I’m doomed. Is she awake?

“Abang… don’t leave Zira,” she whimpered, eyes still closed. Dreaming, probably.

Goosebumps prickled Nizam’s skin.
So much for his once sky-high ego—melted in seconds.
Carefully, he pried her fingers away, afraid she’d wake and start lecturing till sunrise.

Before heading to the sofa, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
For some reason… he suddenly wanted to cherish her.

“Don’t talk in your sleep again, okay?” he whispered gently, chuckling to himself.
Did I just call her “sayang”? Wow… cheeky.

---

“Kita are going on honeymoon next week,” Nizam said casually.

Syafzira’s eyes widened.
Has he lost his mind? What honeymoon? Does he not remember we’ve been enemies since childhood? Or is he plotting something?
Well, too bad for him—Syafzira wasn’t easily fooled by this cocky plank of a man.

“What? Honeymoon? Excuse me, that word doesn’t exist in my life—ESPECIALLY not with someone like you. Please.”
She shot him a glare before turning back to her drama.

“But Mama told us to go,” Nizam explained.

“If you wanna go, go alone! I have plenty of work at the hospital—more important than your stupid honeymoon.”

“You’re so stubborn! Pretty face, but that attitude…” he scoffed.

“What’s wrong with you? Looking for a fight?” she snapped.
Insults were her biggest trigger, and now her temper was blazing.

“You get angry over the smallest thing. Out of all the women in the world, why did I end up marrying one as ridiculous as you?” he shot back.

Ridiculous? Oh, you’re asking for it, Nizam.
I hate you. Forever.

“Syafzira, stop acting so busy. Mama already booked the hotel, flights, and the honeymoon package. If you don’t come, she’ll sulk. Want to deal with that? Go ahead.”

She turned sharply. “Why is Mama’s sulking my problem? Hello, I can’t just take leave anytime I want! My patients can’t wait for me to return from a so-called honeymoon.”

He shook his head. “Are you a doctor or a robot? Life’s not just about work. Sometimes you have to live like a normal human—go out, relax… with your husband.”

“Husband? More like my childhood nemesis. Not a single peaceful day since I’ve known you.”

Nizam chuckled. “That’s the fun part—life’s never boring with us. No arguments, no excitement.”

“Excitement, my foot. I’m not going.”

He stood, heading for the door. “We’ll see. Trust me—when Mama gets involved, you won’t have a way out.”

Her eyes widened. If Mama was involved… she might be doomed.

---

When the plane landed in Langkawi, she crossed her arms. “Can you not look at me like that?”

“What, I can’t even look at you? Who else should I look at—the stewardess? You’d get mad.”

“Huh! Please. We’re not a romantic couple. We’re like Tom & Jerry—except I’m the cute Jerry, and you’re the dumb Tom.”

He laughed loud enough for other passengers to stare. “Jerry’s cute? Then who’s the one that always loses?”

She ignored him, but at the hotel, she was left speechless.
Ocean view, white sand… and a king-size bed decorated with rose petals in a heart shape. A card read: Happy Honeymoon, my love.

“This YOUR doing?”

“Mama’s. But I’m not stopping it. Pretty nice, huh? Looks like a great place for us to sleep together…”

“In your dreams. You’re sleeping on the sofa.”

“There’s no sofa.”

She looked—indeed, no sofa. Uh-oh.

He smirked. “Guess we’ll have to share… unless you’d rather sleep outside with the mosquitoes.”

“Fine. But don’t touch me. At all.”

He just smiled—and she had a sinking feeling she’d walked into a trap.

---

From awkward bed-sharing to kayaking disasters, sarcastic banter to unexpected tenderness under the rain, the trip slowly turned from a battle of wills into something neither dared name.

And for the first time… Syafzira wondered if this so-called “enemy” might actually be the one person she could fall for.