HER CRUSH

Chapter44

Zarah...
I woke up with a start, my head pounding with pain. I was in bed, and I knew Abdul must have brought me here. I sat up slowly, holding my throbbing head in my hands. "Oh God, what's happening to me?" I whispered, I was never sick, but this felt different. My body ached all over, and I felt like I am going to collapse. The phone beside me rang shrill, but I didn't have the energy to answer. "What if I'm dying?" I thought, panic creeping in. "Ya Allah, please help me." The phone continued to ring, but I ignored it, too weak to care.

As I tried to stand up, dizziness washed over me, and I stumbled to the washroom, barely making it to the toilet before I threw up. Exhausted, I managed to perform ablution and pray, but my legs felt like lead. I lay back on the bed, closing my eyes, and prayed for relief my phone rings again

Just as I drifted off, I heard Abdul's voice, low and firm. "Won't you pick up the call?" he asked, his words piercing the fog in my mind. I tried to speak, but my voice is trapped in my throat. I felt his gaze on me, warm and concerned.

"You're always so stubborn,""You need to see a doctor, finally." I know he is right, but a part of me resisted, not wanting to admit weakness.

I tried to brush off his concern, lying weakly. "No, please, I just took some medicine," I said, hoping he'd believe me. But Abdul saw right through it.

His tone softened as he asked, "You want Ammi to think I'm not taking good care of you, don't you? That I'm not looking after her daughter properly?"

I didn't have the strength to respond, so I extended my hand towards him, seeking comfort. He walked over to the bed, his footsteps gentle, and took my hand in his. His touch is warm and reassuring

"I'm hungry," I whispered, my voice barely audible. But he didn't respond, his gaze fixed on me with a worried expression. I slowly opened my heavy eyes and met his.

"Hey," I whispered, shaking his hand gently. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "What would you like to eat, then?" he asked softly.

I managed a weak smile. "Something sour, please," I replied, my voice still barely above a whisper.

He nodded and headed out , leaving me to rest. I closed my eyes, feeling a bit more at ease knowing he'd take care of me. A few minutes later, he returned with a bowl of steaming hot soup.

"Here, drink this," he mumbled softly, helping me sit up and holding the bowl to my lips. The soup is tangy and sour, just what I needed. I sipped it slowly, feeling the warmth spread through my body.

As I drank, he sat beside me, stroking my hair and watching me with a gentle smile. "Feel better?" he asked.

I nodded, taking another sip of the soup. The flavors danced on my tongue, and I felt my energy slowly returning. His care and concern wrapped around me like a warm blanket, making me feel safe and loved.

After finishing the soup, I lay back down, feeling exhausted Thank you," I whispered, my eyes drifting shut.

"Anytime, baby," he replied softly, his voice a gentle whisper in my ear. "Rest now. I'll take care of you."

I slowly opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of Abdul packing my clothes on the other side of the room. A drip was attached to my hand, . I glanced at the clock and my heart skipped a beat - 9:00 pm. I hadn't prayed Magrib yet, and a guilt hit me.

I felt a dryness in my throat. "Abdul, water," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He turned towards me, Sorry, how are you feeling now?" he asked softly.

I took a sip of the water he handed me, feeling the cool liquid soothe my parched throat. "Much better, thank you," I replied, my eyes meeting his.

As I drank, Abdul filled me in on the latest updates. "Ummi called Ammi to let her know you'll be heading home tomorrow," he said with a gentle smile. A surge of happiness welled up inside me, and I tried to play it cool, though, knowing Abdul is watching me closely. Despite the fatigue and pain, I had managed to stay awake since praying Fajr, and I wasn't about to let him know that I hadn't slept.

As we got dressed, Abdul looked dashing in his sky-blue kaftan, and I can't help but admire him. "Masha Allah, my husband, you're looking stunning!" I exclaimed, pecking his lips.

He smiled, pulling me into a deeper kiss. "I know, babe. My handsomeness is irresistible," he said with a smile .

I laughed, pushing him away you always talk nonsense

"Truth, not nonsense!" he protested, sticking out his tongue like a child.

I batted my lashes, you're wrong, baby . I'm the prettiest girl here."

He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Says the girl who spotted a handsome man and vowed to marry no one else.

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Oh please, you were the one who chased me around for months before I finally said yes!" I retorted, poking fun at him.

He grinned, wrapping his arms around me. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a stalker. But it paid off, didn't it?" he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

I giggled, feeling happy and carefree in his arms. "I suppose it did," I replied, smiling up at him.

You're the only one who can put up with me, so I guess we're stuck together."he whispered

I smiled up at him, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He  smiled back, Good, because I have a lifetime of nonsense to share with you."

I quickly finish dressing , with him teasing me. After that, we went to his Ummi's house first, and then to Sufyan's place at the hospital. With that, we drove to Kaduna, and I fall asleep; I didn't even know when we arrived.