HER CRUSH

Chapter63

One week later....
Zarah.,.
What's going on, Abdul? I'm completely lost. This doesn't make any sense!" I exclaimed, my anger and frustration evident in my tone. "What are you trying to say?"

Abdul pleaded, "Babe, please! Just be nice to her. She'll only come to check on me, that's all."

I throw my hands up in exasperation, "This is absurd! I can't pretend to be happy and smile at my husband's ex just to make her feel welcome!"

I glared at him, "My friend Ama is getting married," I muttered, looking at him.

Really?" he asked, smiling.

"Yes, the wedding is next month, and I was thinking of going two weeks before the wedding," I explained.

Abdul responded, "Mmm... that's very nice of you," in a weak tone.

You agree?" I asked, my eyes lighting up, "

Abdul hesitated, "No."

I threatened, "Then I won't be nice to her."

He pleaded again, "Babe, please...

okay!"

He thanked me , "Thank you so much."

Since Abdul's return from the hospital, Ummi had suggested he recuperate in my room, putting her plans to return to Abba's house on hold until his full recovery. Each morning, the doctor would visit to check on his progress, and thankfully, he is steadily improving.

Abdul has just dropped a bombshell: his ex would be visiting, and he expected me to be cordial towards her. I was taken aback - how could he possibly think I'd be friendly and welcoming after everything we'd been through?

Just then, a knock at the door broke the tension. "Who's there?" I asked, but the silence is deafening. I got up to open the door and find Sufyan standing there.

Sufyan, come in," I said, ushering him into the room.

I gave them some space, retreating to the bed while they sat on the couch. I picked up my phone, pretending to scroll through it, but my attention kept drifting back to their hushed conversation. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something is amiss - I didn't trust Abdul and Sufyan as far as I could throw them. They were whispering secrets, and my mind is racing with suspicions.

"Babe, I want to go somewhere," Abdul mumbled , his eyes fixed on me.

"Where exactly?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The office," he replied, his voice weak but determined.

I couldn't believe it. "In your condition? You can barely walk properly!" I exclaimed. "Tell her to come in, no need to meet her outside," And I'll try to keep cool, I promise."

He knew exactly what the problem is."You sure?" He asked, skeptical.

"I'm sure," i replied, my voice firm. Just then, Sufyan walked out.

I love you, you know that." He whispered

I rolled my eyes. "Sweet talk, I don't want to hear it. I said I'll be nice to her, even though I don't want to."

Abdul looked at me for a while, then smiled. "Why do I feel like you're planning something evil?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at me .

"Abdul? Me? Plan what? Is that what you think of me?" I exclaimed, my teeth clenched in anger, my eyes flashing with irritation. "I'm not planning anything.

I stormed into Ummi's room, still fuming. "Ummi, are you going out?" I asked, trying to composed myself.

"Yes, I want to go to the hospital. Do you want to tag along?" she asked.

"Yes... no," I said almost simultaneously, my mind racing. I just remembered that Abdul's ex is coming over, and I couldn't leave him alone with her.

Ummi looked at me quizzically. "Which girl?" she asked. "Or boy," I added loudly, meaning Hanan.

"Oh, alright. Here is Abdullah's medicine. Make sure he takes it after he eats food."

"Okay, Ummi. Adawo lafiya" (Goodbye, take care).

As I -enter the room , I find Asma sitting on the couch, with Sufyan standing by the mirror. I haven't noticed them arrive. I forced a cordial smile and greeted her, "Hey Asma, how are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound friendly.

I'm fine, thank God. And how is Abdul health ?

As you can see, Abdul is recovering well, thank God. He's regained his health."

An awkward silence followed, which I broke by saying, "Sorry, I forgot to offer you something to drink. Please, let me get you something."

But Abdul interrupted, "No need, thank you. Sufyan will get her a drink. You rest, babe."

I felt frustrated,"Why did he have to intervene? I'm capable of handling this!"

"Do you want a drink?" Abdul asked her, but she shook her head. For the next 20 minutes, she remained seated, and I grew increasingly uncomfortable, unsure of what to say. I am tired of seeing her face. Finally, she stood up, saying, "I'm going. Abdul, wish you a quick recovery."

I immediately stood up to follow her, but Abdul quickly got up and hold my hand, his grip firm. Sufyan escorted her out, leaving us alone. Abdul pulled me closer, his eyes searching mine.

"Babe, why are you being so stubborn lately?

What did I do wrong again?

You know I don't want us to fight again, so why are you acting this way?"

I shake my head, unable to articulate my thoughts. Abdul's words struck a chord, and I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I shake my head again, trying to clear my thoughts, but his gaze remained on me, seeking answers.

"You're pushing me to reveal my other side, aren't you?" He asked, he leaned my head against his chest, his voice soft and reassuring. . Don't you trust me?"

"I do trust you, Abdul," I replied, "but I don't trust her. Why do you even allow her near you? You promise nothing will happen, but I'm scared she'll take you away from me."

His expression turned gentle, and he pulled me closer. "My love, I promise you, no one will ever take your place. I swear it. I've never broken a promise to you, have I?"

I shake my head, my voice barely audible. "No, you haven't."

"Then trust me now," his voice filled with conviction. "No one will come between us. Not even her. I promise you that. You're the only one who holds my heart, and I'll never let anyone threaten that."