Hana pov
I was standing front of yara's flat door. I ring the bell excited to see her after so long. She opens the door her usual self jump on me. She was hugging me too tight I had to hit her.
' Owew ' she cried Dramatically. I just pushed her away and entered. She lives in this cozy flat. It's simple yet beautiful. I sat on her sofa cross leg. Threw my bag beside me.
" assalamualaikum hana.. so how's my honey bunny?" She called me with weird names back then. I laugh at her nickname to me.
" walaikumsalaam. Im ok. Just missed you a lot. Stop all your questions and give me a hug" she gives me a quick hug.
" see your not gonna miss me anymore. Give a call to your hubby saying your on leave " she digs in my bag and throws the phone on my lap. I looked at her not sure. I raised my eyebrows . She face palms her self.
" hana what are you waiting for just call him. I'm on vacation remember. I thought we both can spend a week together " she said excited.
" a week?!!" I love the idea but I don't think Mr. Jerky head would let me. She smirked.
" oh so a week too long eh. Am I missing something? ?" She started making funny faces and kissing faces. Ok now I'm embarrassed. She's always playful.
" it's not that what you think. I'm actually not sure if he'll give me the permission. " I told her. She rolled her eyes.
" don't tell me your under control of your husband. I mean it's just not fair. " she's fuming. One thing about her never argue about anything.
" I'm hungry. " I whined try to change the topic. Even though I wanted to say how he doesn't let me go out without him around. I don't know why but he tells there no way I can go on my own without his permission. Nonsense I know. Yara brakes my thoughts.
" so what do you want for breakfast? " i just thought of something I badly wanted. Ahuh! Got it
" i want your roti with yummy prawns curry" she looked at me and chuckle.
" okaay but i don't have prawns right now I'll make you some yummy curry with potatoes " she says making me sad. Uhh I wanted that prawns curry badly.
" okaay" i follow her to kitchen.
"So how is your hubby doing? " she wiggle her eyebrows. Oh only if she knows I'm here to talk about that .
" he is ok" she looks at me flour on her hands. She reminds me of my mum.
" hana do you have something to say " she asked. I just looked at my hands.
No no don't cry." yara...a" my voice shaky. She comes to me and rapped her hands around me I pushed her flour hand away. I pointed it. She hits with it.
" hana no joke. Why are you crying?
You told me have something important to say .now stop being a baby and tell me" she started making the roti dough." yara I have something that no one knows. Not even mamma" she looks at me. I felt nervous and scared. Hashim warned me to shut my mouth never say it to anyone but i can't keep it as a secret anymore.
" hashim never liked me neither I. Remember I told how I knew him from the accident. He was my boss and all. But mamma doesn't know he was my boss. She thought it was a proposal from her friend sadia. I couldn't help but agree to the marriage because mamma wanted it." I pause to see her reaction she looked confused
" hana but that's alright to marry your Boss. What's with that" she asked clearly not knowing what I'm saying.
" no that's not what matters. I signed a contract with hashim for a year to act as his wife" yara gasp.
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The Wrapped Walkway
SpiritualOpposite attracts. Hana zafer is a ordinary halal girl. A nerdy cute but naive person. She has fun with her dear friends who she loved dearly and always stands up as they do for her but once she graduates from high school. Her whole world come crash...