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F A R A H
"Excuse me the patient has woken up and she's asking for Jawad." One of the nurses announced making us jerked away from the staring.
"Um... Thank you." He said, taking a look at me I squeezed his hands reassuring him everything will be alright. He held my hands tightly making me watch him in confusion.
"Let's go together, I know mom will want to see you too" He stated still holding my wrist. Reaching her room, he removed his hands from mine I suddenly lost the warmth of his hands.
Poor Farah
Looking at Aunt Khadija, she looks weak, pale, dark circles under her eyes, the Aunt Khadija I know is a bright, kind and cheerful woman. "Come my daughter." She said in a weak voice indicating me to come forward. She pats the spot next to her.
"How are you feeling now," I said.
"Alhamdulillah, I'm feeling much better, I'm sorry you had to leave your honeymoon so soon" she stated in a sad voice.
"No don't say that your health matters the most" I ushered back. Jawad who had been watching us for quite a while made himself comfortable on the seat. Sensing Aunt Khadija look towards Jawad, I decided to leave the Mom and Son to talk. To give them privacy.
"I will be outside." I said Aunt offered me a smile muttering 'okay'.
Closing the door quietly behind me, I sat on the same spot as before, resting my head on the wall. I didn't know for how long a sat there, my eyes are already dozing off. "Don't fall asleep in the hospital, we're going home now." I heard jawad voice. A yawn escapes my lips which result him to smile a little.
"What of Mom, who is staying with her?" Aunt Khadija can't be alone.
"She insists we go home, so dad is staying the night." He explained glancing at his watch. "Let's go, I don't like driving in the night."
The drive back home was quiet with me literally dozing off. I didn't know how my legs carried me to the room, I slouched down on the bed without changing my clothe and not bothered by Jawad calling my name.
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Subhanallah
I said out loud seeing me wearing unknown clothes, I remembered not changing my clothes,
Then-
My eyes widen in shock, turning to the other side I came face to face with Jawad sleeping soundly. His hair covering his brows. I find myself muffling his hair, loving how my finger is running through his hair. "If you so much like my hair, I can cut it off and give you, so that you will enjoy touching it every day." I heard him whispers, opening his eyes slightly. I immediately jerked my hands away muttering sorry.
"Um... Did you perhaps changed my clothes." I was a little shy asking this question and that to Jawad. Staring at me with his alluring sleepy eyes he shrugs.
That means...
My face immediately heats up, I can't believe he changed my clothes. In fact, I didn't think he will even touch my body talk less of changing my clothes.
Our relationship is progressing.
After taking a warm shower which didn't take me long, I wore a simple brown gown that stopped at my knee and wore a straight skirt under. I prayed my Namaz. Ya Allah forgives me for not praying on time.
Jawad peeped his head through the door, now dressed in a shirt and jeans. "If you're done we should get going, Myrah and Khalid already left."
So early
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We arrived at the hospital at exactly 9:30 am. As Jawad said Myrah and Khalid are already there. Whereas aunt Fatima is coming later.
"Assalam Alaikum." I greeted them all.
"Wa Alaikum salam." Myrah is the first one to see us. Giving me a look, the look I know so well from her. Jawad took a seat beside his mom holding her hands.
Mothers are blessings
We chatted for almost one hour, with Khalid cracking jokes here and there. He surely knows how to change someone's mood. Myrah dragged me out without anyone noticing except one person who has been watching all my movements.
Myrah made sure we are out of the premises, taking a seat at the waiting room, she raised one brow.
"What?"
"Spill the beans you and Jawad." Seriously I taught she's going to talk about something serious.
"What happened between me and him?" I asked even though I knew what she's asking.
"Don't play dumb with me, I know something definitely happened in Dubai by the look Jawad is giving you throughout" she explained.
"I'm serious nothing happened, how's our little baby" I changed the topic. By the look on her face, she's really serious.
What should I tell her when nothing serious happened at least not what she's thinking.
"Okay I will tell you, but it's not what you're thinking." Hearing the events that happened in Dubai she almost jumped on me.
"Take it easy Myrah don't hurt the baby."
"I think Jawad is slowly falling for you." She cheered.
"Nah, we're just friends," I said tight-lipped.
"Come on you guys are married, things like this has to happen to make your marriage work,". "Wait let me ask you, do you like Jawad?" she added.
Do I like him?
"Of course... I mean I don't know yet, but every time we are together I feel some peace and happiness. And when he's near me I feel my heart radiating off my body."
Woah when did this happen?
"Let me tell you, dear, you like him just admit it" she giggled.
"What if he's pretending? What if he's being nice to me all for the sake of the family." I used to feel insecure having a lot of what if in my mind.
"I know Jawad he's not someone who will stop so low to humiliate a girl by pretending to be kind, just keep praying to Allah to choose what is best for you."
"Thank you"
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