HER CRUSH

Chapter51

Zarah...
So, how's lectures, scaredy-cat?" Abdul asked, one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel as he drove us toward the hospital. His grin was so wide I wanted to slap it off.

"Just concentrate on your driving, mister," I muttered, arms crossed. But of course, he  wasn't the kind of person who let silence live.

"Scaredy-cat, scaredy-cat, Zarah is a scaredy-cat," he sang in a teasing tone.

"Abdul, I swear..." I turned my head away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

He mimicked my voice dramatically: "Oh nooo, I'm blind, I don't have siblings, my parents died
tragically, my husband is a beggar....He burst into laughter, nearly making me laugh too, but I rolled my eyes instead.

"You're very unserious. Wallahi, if you were in my shoes that morning, you'd have fainted."

He tapped his chest, smirking. "Me? Faint? Scaredy-meow, I'm a man. I don't faint."

"Ah, really? You screamed when you saw a cockroach in Ummi's kitchen, don't even deny it."

He widened his eyes. "That cockroach was the size of a rat. Even men are allowed to respect oversized creatures."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Oversized creatures? You mean tiny insects?"

He winked. "Exactly. Anyway, babe, don't change the conversation . You're still a scaredy-cat."

By the time we reached the hospital, I was already tired of rolling my eyes. He parked, held my hand without asking, and practically dragged me inside.

The doctor listened to my symptoms, scribbled notes, and ordered tests. Sitting in the waiting room was torture. I kept tapping my fingers against my thighs, fidgeting, biting my lip.

Abdul leaned close, whispering, "Even before the results, you're already sweating. Zarah, you need deliverance."

I glared. "I need deliverance, or you need to repent for scaring me half to death this morning?"

He laughed so loudly a nurse gave us a look. "You'll wear out your fingers, babe. Relax. Whatever it is, I'm with you."

I looked at him skeptically. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one waiting for results."

He tilted his head, smiling softly for once. "True. But I'm the one who'll still be stuck with you no matter what the doctor says."

That made me blush, so I quickly looked away. "Ugh, great. Just what I need. More of your teasing."

I'm just trying to distract you from your worrying.

The doctor finally returned. Abdul asked the questions, but I panicked and snapped, "Please, I don't want to hear it!" before running out of the office to wait.

A few minutes later, Abdul strolled out like he'd just won a lottery. "Let's go," he said casually.

I stopped him at the car. "Wait. What did the doctor say?"

"You don't want to know," he exclaim , jingling the car keys.

"Abdul, stop! I was just stressed earlier. Tell me."

"Ohhh, stressed. Now suddenly you want to hear. Hmm." He smirked. "Sorry, confidential."

I hit his arm. "Tell me now!"

He rubbed his arm, pretending to wince. "Okay, fine. But first, my reward."

"Reward? I'll buy you two chocolates."