To heal a dying heart

Rubab's heartache </3

ΔΔFatimaΔΔ

The 'guy' took her away. I still felt like hugging her. I promised myself that I would not let her cry again. The angel's tears had gnawed at my heart! What was it that made her suffer like that? After I got back to the ward I fired questions at Mehr.

" Mehr-Bano! Please be honest and tell me why the poor baby was crying like that?"

" Fatima it is a personal matter of the family. I'm sorry!"

"Mehr! I don't give no damn to this personal-family-matter-rubbish. I want answers, NOW!"

I knew I was being rude to my dear Mehr but I wanted answers and fast!

" I have to ask Jamshaid for his permission first."

" Mehr I'm warning you if I don't get answers, I will hurt myself!"

I wined like a child. Mehr got that absolutely- irritating amused look on her face.

" Don't try to fool me Fatima. I know you more than you. You only harm yourself for others sake. I don't remember a recent event that might have instigated you."

Uff my Allah ,why do I have to be so damn obvious.

" Please call the guy then."

" Its not " the guy' its Mr.Jamshaid for you. Address him with respect he's your employer now." 

I muttered a ' who gives a damn' while Mehr dialed his number.

" Aoa Jamshaid baita(son)! Fatima is getting curious."

She paused ,listening to his reply .

" Yes will it be fine if I tell her about it?"

" Of course! Hold-on let me tell her."

"Fatima he wants to tell you himself. Tomorrow at the day care, In shaa Allah!!"

" Sure." I muttered. She told him and hung up. We stood there facing each other.

" When will api, Sara and Zain come over to meet me?"

I asked her despite knowing they couldn't. For Zain was in US and api and Sara were in Pakistan. While I was in UK.

" Just be a little patient. Sara is in a turmoil herself. Not too serious but she is hospitalized. Mehrunisa will come in the next month in shaa Allah!!"

I nodded my yes.

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The next day<3

I felt all prickly and impatient. We were in his car! Why was his mouth shut then? Why wait till we reached his irritatingly opulent office??! Damn I was already super impressed with the hellishly classy " BMW M5". Why did he want to show me his darn office again?

OK I'm by no means suggesting that 'the guy' was trying to impress me. Hell no! But seriously all this was so extremely superfluous that ughh! </3 Let's not get into that now. I grind my teeth in frustration. Super rich people irritate me to no end!

How could I afford to be hospitalized in the UK, you wonder?! Well both my parents work so yeah ok that kinda makes me rich too. But pay attention I was talking about " super rich" people with pools in their houses </3 Packed with money all over. Swiss accounts with 'Allah knows' how much account balance!!

OK let's get back to the daycare world now<3 So yeah we had reached the place. 'Finally' I muttered in a low voice. He opened the door for me. The office seemed un-naturally far away to my impatient feet.

Mehr and I sat on the seats facing his extremely cosy chair. It was the one that's all springy and leathery and bla bla. To my great happiness after saying his salaam he got straight to the point.

" Ms.Fatima ,Rubab is my niece. Her mother, my sister lost her husband in a plane crash. Since that day she has become an atheist. She has refused to take Rubab's custody and has legally made me her guardian."

He paused here and asked us for coffee or tea. I went with coffee and Mehr wanted tea. After ringing a bell and ordering our drinks he continued.

"The time Rubab spent with her mother, that would be about five years. She was ignored and ill-treated by her mother. Hence she has scars left from the ill-treatment. That's what all I have to tell you. Anything else you would like to know?"

" Has she expressed any desire to meet Rubab, since then?"

" No she hasn't. Even if she does I can deny it on grounds of her safety."

" I see."

" Ms.Fatima I would be greatly in depted to you if you could help Rubab forget her past."

I had not once looked at his face. I did not do so now. Despite that I could feel his strong love for Rubab. I wonder how a mother could abandon such an angel. I nodded my head at his request. His voice had been almost pleading. He was an extremely humble person. Not your usual rich-snob. I smiled. Alhamdulillah I had good people around me. We excused ourselves and I went to my sweety pies.

Talha saw me coming. He turned his head towards me. Making his curls bounce. I placed a hand on my heart. One of these days they would give me a heart attack with their cuteness. He laughed when he saw what I was doing.

" Fatima baji do you love me that much??!"

He teased! Ughh!! The naughty curly-haired handsome cuddly janU thing. I gathered him in my arms and twirled around with him still in my arms.

" Hi who loves you, I was just appreciating how beautiful Allah has made you. Ma shaa Allah!! <3"

I said and planted a kiss on his nose. He grinned and my heart almost skipped a beat. OMG! I already feel super jealous of his future wife:p

" Where's our Ruby?"

" Baji ,she has detention."

Oww mm gg! </3 detention for such tiny bodies! Are teachers getting more cruel with each passing day?!! I badly wanted my cuddly Jan in my arms. Stupid detention. I puffed air out of my mouth and pouted my lips to one side. I must have looked idiotic for Talha janU had started laughing.

I smiled and forced him back into my arms. I ignored his shouts of 'everyone's watching' and kissed and kissed his face until I felt contented. Today we were to go on a tree planting trip. I went over and grabbed two packets from the rack.

My heart smiled with me (haha) as soon as Rubab came into view. I handed Talha the packages and enveloped my baby in a bear hug. Aww mm gg! She smelt of Rosemary and yummy herbs. I breathed in taking in her scent. Oh Allah I'm soooo in love with two angels on earth<3<3<3

" Ok darling are you ready to plant some seeds??!"

" Yes Fati baji I'm super ready and excited."

We giggled. She said something to Talha in a foreign language. He bounced his curls again.(awww!!) I felt super dumb. Haha! Wow these kids are amazing<3 Ma shaa Allah! They are tri-lingual!!

Wow Urdu, English and some foreign language. Must be Italian maybe. I thought. But not necessarily for German, French and Spanish are also spoken in Italy.

"Baji I asked him if he was ready."

" OK thank you for translating darling! Let's move it now."

TO BE CONTINUED<3<3