She's The One

Chapter 14

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Aisha P.O.V

I woke up to the familiar sound of my alarm I heard every morning. Somehow I felt dizzy and sore, my head was heavier than before. I jumped off my bed, heading to the the shower. A moment then, I realised today was a work day. How lazy. 

As I was done performing fajr prayer, I put on a black dress along with a white scarf which had polkadot on it. I tied on a black niqab before heading downstairs with some files and my hand bag. I searched for Ummi in the kitchen but I didn't see any of her signs. I walked back and forth, searching for her in the kitchen.. oh, maybe in her room. She was on her menses, that was why she woke up late. I then walked upstairs and headed straight to her room. 

"Ummi?" I knocked as I called for her. No voice responded. "Ummi?" For the second time, I called again. I heaved a sigh before stepping inside, revealing a figure on bed, sleeping. I sighed in relief. I was so scared, thinking maybe she was kidnapped or something. I moved toward her, shaking slightly on her shoulder. "Ummi, I'm going to work, take care. Love you." I whispered on her ear quietly as I kissed her forehead and leaving her alone sleeping in the room. 

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I started my car, waited for minutes to cool it down. I relaxed myself with the holy verses recited by a famous reciter, Mishary Rashid Alafasy. When I tried to clear my mind and insert it with some positive thoughts and vibes, the scene yesterday slowly waving in my mind. Peter.

I heaved a long sigh before began to drive. 

Why him? 

Why must Peter Feterson, a son to a powerful family interrupt my life? 

Instead of thinking about him deeper, I shoved away the thoughts and listened to the holy verses attentively. 

As I arrived, I went to my new place, which was very near to his. I glanced over his room before taking a seat on my sit but then, a voice greeted me, "Are you Aisha' Ahmed?" I turned to see who, and turned out it was a girl, maybe on my age but taller than me. She was so pretty and I assumed she was a model but I just didn't know. She wore a black dress revealing her bare legs and almost of her breasts. Well, such an obvious dress. . .

"Yes." I simply replied. She didn't respond instead she was sighing. "Do you know me?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. "No." I stared her, my heart was thumping nervously. "Do you know Peter Feterson?" She questioned after a while. Okay, I admit this question was so hard to answer. Even harder than Maths. 

I let silence built between us for a moment. As I opened my mouth to answer what I've decided, a raspy voice interrupted us, "Hanna." I turned and saw Ian- the interview guy -and him, Peter. "What are you doing here?" Peter asked, making a face. When she was about to reply, he continued, "I think you remember I fired you two days ago." 

"Peter, is this you?" She said breathlessly before moving close to them. "Yeah, I'm Peter Feters---" She cut him off by kissing him, in the mouth. I stood there in silent, surprised of what I was looking right now. Her hands then moved to his arms, pulling him more into her.

And to my surprise, Peter kissed her back. 

I immediately turned my gaze away as I saw Ian seemed uncomfortable with the situation. Thanked Allah, there were just us during the whole situation. I took a final glance and wow, they seemed to enjoying the kiss. I felt tears burned my eyes but I tried to hold back. No, please Aisha' no. 

I wasn't crying because of jealousy. 

I wasn't crying because of Peter. 

I was crying because of myself.

I trusted him too much. 

I trusted his pointless words. 

I trusted his meaningless promise. 

What kind of girl was I? 

I made a sound from my throat before taking a seat and began to do my work. 

I'd never dare to look at them after. I just heard sounds of gasps, maybe Peter pushed him aside. Then I heard sorry from that girl and footsteps leaving. I just focused on my computer screen even though it only showed the blank screen. 

My stomach grumbled in hungry. Oh, I didn't breakfast just now. 

"Aisha," That was all I heard before leaving the room to the cafe. 

Food was all I need that moment. 

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I chose cheese toasts and milk as my breakfast meals this morning. My mind kept repeating the scene of Peter and her kissing. I shoved it away many times but it kept coming and I felt tired with all of these. I couldn't even concentrate on my work and I felt the distant between me and Allah became far. This was all his fault. I should've ignore him. 

I felt tears sprang on my eyes. I remembered my mom telling me, "Do you know a secret to let sadness go? Just cry." 

And I cried to let the sadness drifted away. In the cafe, alone, I cried as long as I wanted.