| SABEEHA | ✔

*S19*

Sabeeha's point of view.

I slightly linger my index finger on mukhtar's chest. "I don't know, I felt terrible. I was the unhappy one. Adama was divorced but now she has a competent fiancé."

I sigh, adjusting my head that was placed on his chest. "Don't disturb yourself about it, it wouldn't matter to you soon."

He kisses my head, caressing my shoulder. "If I was with you, I wouldn't have to think this way."

"Don't worry, I'll soon give you what you want." I pull away, looking at him. "Really?! I love you so much." I hug him tightly and he hugs me back.

"I need to take my bathe, I need to go somewhere." He stands up, walking towards the door.

"Where?" I ask sitting up, holding the sheets to my chest. "My small company, remember? My upcoming business."  I nod, pursing my lips. "What's the business about? What do you do?"

"Nothing much, just invest on people. Get profit off them." He opens the bathroom door, glancing at me.

"Oh, that sounds nice." I say not having the slightest idea what he's saying when my phone rang. It was Khalil.

He usually doesn't call when I go out especially when I say I'm at my friend's.

"Who is it?" Mukhtar asks, figuring how rigid I've become. "Khalil."

"Answer it then." He urges. "Okay, hello?" I change my tone to a lively one.

"Sabeeha? How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, what's wrong?" I ask casually, having eye contact with mukhtar who seems to be interested in the conversation.

"Just wanted to check up on you, I was thinking we should go to a restaurant tonight. I'm on my way to pick you up."

I adjust my sitting position, turning even more rigid. "I'm with Zahrah, I can't just bail on her suddenly." I try to make up an excuse.

"I've already made a reservation, bring an excuse."

I sigh, looking mukhtar. "Um, I'm not sure."

"Are you interested in this? If not, I could cancel the reservation." He asks when mukhtar walks up to me with something written on the paper.

Agree and go to where he asks you to. Don't hesitate or he might suspect something or think something is off.

I glance at him as he nods at me to do it before I sigh. "No, I'll be there. Let's meet up there, which restaurant is it?"
******

I shut the car door, looking at the restaurant that covered the building with flowers, different types.

"This is torture." I mutter before walking into the restaurant. I walk into the restaurant slowly, looking around to see whether I would see Khalil.

I walk to the receptionist. "Excuse me, I have a reservation under the name Khalil Bindawa."

She checks her computer. "Its over there." She points to a sliding door which seems to be a balcony. "Thank you." I went past the floor full off tables  before I opened the sliding door.

Khalil sat, his head facing the partial view of the city. "How long have you been waiting?"

I ask walking to the table. "Not long enough, I can hear cars honking from afar." He says his eyes looking at another direction instead.

I sigh, taking a seat. "Yeah, the view is beautiful." I lean back on the chair, crossings my arms. He let's out a sigh, facing me now.

"So how's your friend?"

"Zahrah?"

"Zahrah, I always forget her name." He confesses. "She's fine, I told her the truth that you're taking me out."

He smiles. "I'm sorry I brought it up suddenly, I thought it would be nice since we never did this." I purse my lips.

"Yep, never but we're doing this now." I drum the table, looking around. "Where's the waiter? I'm famished."

He presses a button after looking for it. "The waiter will be here, so you could order for the both of us." His eyes was on me, it felt like he could actually see me.

I turn my head away when the waiter walked into the room, standing beside me. "We'll have a cream coated stake with salad and a glass of virgin mojito." I hand him the menu's as he walks away.

My phone chimed, I checked and I was from an unknown number. I open the message.....

The test result, I'm deleting this message in 24hours whether you see it or not.

I scroll to the PDF file that was below. I entered and started reading it. The first thing I checked was the estimated time that I conceived the baby.

Three months.

I suddenly felt relieved when I realized it was mukhtar's. I smile, glancing at Khalil then back to my phone.

I slid into mukhtar's messages.......

Got news for you but I need to tell you in person. When should meet up?

I keep my phone, rubbing my tummy a bit. "I'm so happy right now." I announce and he turns my way. "May I ask why?"

"I am here with you, enjoying this moment. I couldn't ask for more." I lie, holding his hand that was placed on the table.

He smiles, holding my hand in his. "I couldn't ask for more." He adds. The waiter walks in as I pull my hand away, rubbing them together.

He walks in with another waitress, holding the other tray before they placed it in front of us. "Thank you." I take my fork and knife, digging in.

"So, I know this might not be the time to ask this but I have never seen or met your parents." I glance at Khalil noticing how he clenched his jaw.

I felt curious about it. "So where are they? I want to meet them."

"What's with the sudden interest?" He asks. "I just want to meet the people that gave me the honor of marrying you." He looks away.

"My father is dead and my mom is sick." He simply says, I drop my cutlery, action like I care. "What? She's sick but I never visited her?"

"You can't, she's in a mental facility." He says, taking in a deep breathed. "How did she end up there?"

"She was deranged since when I was a child when my father died. She couldn't take it, I guess. They were so close."

I nod before I continued eating. "I hope she gets better." He nods slowly, holding the fork and knife.

He could eat normally, like he wasn't blind. "You're eating perfectly." I say without me knowing.

He continues eating, smiling weakly. "I can eat on my own, don't worry yourself."

"Okay." I say uneasily.

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