Truly Madly Deeply

Chapter 31

"Are you out of your mind?!" Misha whisper yelled as she picked up the phone and put her head under a pillow to muffle her voice. Had this man finally lost what little sanity he had? Misha's heart was throbbing loudly and uncontrollably in her chest while her face heated up from the stress. Any little sleep she had intended to get was completely wiped off her mind. Her anxiety was kicking in and leaving her absolutely shook. She knew not to expect anything from this guy but this was just crossing any lines she had placed between them.

There was a muffling sound on the other side along with a faint sound of music playing in the background. Misha frowned, what was this spawn of Satan up to now? When he didn't say anything, Misha thought he might have called accidentally so she attempted to hang up but that very moment, Ibraheem's slurred loud voice invaded her silent, peaceful room.

"Mishaaaaaaaaa?" Ibraheem questioned as he stumbled back and forth in the lawn of Mayra's house. He had gone out to clear his head because he had one too many drinks and it had gotten stuffy inside but before he could even understand what he was doing, he had already dialed Misha's number. She had been on his mind ever since she had texted him a few hours ago. Every time he tried to think of something else, her clumsy messages about taking care of himself and not sending another message would occupy his thought process and make him chuckle.

Fortunately, he didn't hallucinate seeing her this time because one, he just steer cleared of the women who approached him and tried to seduce him and two, he was careful not to get too drunk but that plan definitely went down the drain along with any rational thoughts he had.

"Ibraheem, hang up! Are you crazy? It's 2 in th-" Misha started her rant but Ibraheem cut her shortly as he started to smile, hearing her voice.

"You are so cute." Misha paused as she heard the amusement in his voice. Was he laughing? Why the hell was he laughing? "I missed you." Misha felt her heart skip a beat but decided to blame the anxiety for that. The fact that he was slurring and laughing while saying that coupled with the fact that he went to a party only meant one thing. He was either drunk or high.

"Ibraheem, are you drunk?" Misha asked carefully, contemplating to hang up.

"No? Hiba doesn't drink. Hiba is a good decent girl." Ibraheem smiled as he leaned against a wall and looked up at the sky where the stars were spinning out of control. He felt an odd peace at hearing her voice. It made him feel content. Although, he was sure he was hallucinating this call and entire scenario because there was no way Misha would pick up his call at 2 a.m. so he can just say whatever he wants right? Since this isn't a real thing anyway. He rationalized as he started grinning at absolutely nothing.

"I am going to hang up. I don't have the energy to deal with this." Misha said exasperated while rubbing her eyes with her other hand.

"Sure, do that, if you want me to come to your house right now and climb the wall to your room." Even when he is drunk, he is scary, no, this was actually far worse because I have a feeling he will actually do that, Misha thought as she groaned and punched the pillow in frustration.

"Don't do that please." Misha sighed in defeat.

"Alright, my cunning little fox." And there goes her heart again feeling all kinds of vibrations and tremors. This was not fair. He was so not playing fair. Misha was mortified and yet the idiot could make her feel like that in his drunken sorry state. "So what were you doing?" Ibraheem was feeling all kinds of happy right now and he knew why but he decided to ignore it for now until he could no longer bear it.

"Sleeping. Speaking of which, can I sleep again?" How was she so cute? Did she intentionally do this to mess with me? Such a cunning little fox, isn't she? Ibraheem thought to himself.