| LIFE WITHOUT YOU | ✔

«LWY19»

Adama's point of view.

I open the door, taking a deep breath. I would've never thought this would be my marital home.

"Everything okay?" I walk in, Qahhar following behind me. "Yeah, I keep on remembering my mom." I smile weakly, letting out a heavy sigh.

"She was so happy." I look up at Qahhar. "Yeah."

"I feel so sad leaving her behind. I wish she agreed come with us." I hug Qahhar, his arms wrapped around me. "I wish she did too but she must've had her reasons. We'll keep trying to convince her to move in."

"Yeah, that's better." I mutter, my eyes fixated on the seashells on the side stool as he kisses my forehead. I snap out of it to look up at him. "I better go get ready."

"Do you?"

I giggle, pulling away from his embrace. "Yes and it won't take long." I walk while looking back at him. "I'm impatiently waiting."

******

I scroll through my phone as I keep it to see Qahhar lying beside me with his eyes closed. I keep my phone, crossing my arms to look at him.

I'm married. I remind myself then looked at my ring. I wrap my arms around myself, sauntering to the bathroom. I get in the shower and turned it on.

The hot water hit my skin , releasing my muscles while I thought. Is this real? Is this a dream? A trick? I take my shower then stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body. I wipe the bathroom mirror, seeing myself.

I sigh, hanging my head. Those times I cried over Jabir, it's like It never happened. I smile when I feel an arm around my waist before a weight on my shoulder.

"You're awake." I caress his arms, leaning my head back. "Yeah, wish I woke up earlier to join you." He says his voice deeper than usual, almost mumbling.

"Next time cause I need to go to work. I'll be back earlier than usual, I'll try." He groans. "Isn't there a break given to newly weds?"

"There is but the merging of hospitals is really hard and all hands need to be on deck." He adjusts his head on my shoulder, now able to see his face.

"Do you love this job?"

"Yes, surprisingly." I purse my lips as he sighs. "Okay, I'll take you there then."

I turn to look at him, smiling . "You're still my patient and you need rest, please. Tomorrow, we'll go for the checkup?"

"Not tomorrow, how about next week?"

"Fine, no postponements." I wrap my arms around his neck. "And I'll pick you up." I nod, kissing him.

******

Qahhar parks the car as we got off. "Why are you getting out of the car?" I ask in confusion when a familiar car parks beside us. "In case, you need the car. I'll go with the driver."

He pints to the car that was parked beside us. "You're overworking yourself. " I tilt my head with a smile, while I held my bag's strap.

"You're worth it." He walks to me, placing a kiss on my lips then pulled away. "Bye."

He walks to he car and got in. They drive off, leaving me smiling like a lunatic.

"Adama." Habiba calls me, I turn to look at her. She uncomfortably smiles at me.

"Habiba." I call her name, narrowing my eyes. She walks up to me. "I know what you're going to say and I want to say I'm sorry. It is something I regret and it wasn't worth doing. I apologize greatly not only for what I've done but betraying your trust. I will never do it again, I'm back with my husband and we are happy now."

I smile weakly. "Its okay, I felt betrayed but since you apologized and I'm sure you're never going to do it again especially not to my husband." She furrows her brows and I raise my hand.

She gasps, closing her mouth. "What you're engaged? How? When?!" She asks smiling. "Well, you know him and I'm not engaged. I'm married."

She laughs, clapping. "Who is he?"

"My patient, Qahhar. We started dating and got married yesterday. When he went to greet my mom, she already brought an imam." We burst out laughing.

"She's too fast, I wish I was there though." I pat her shoulder. "What to do? Let's go." We continued talking, walking to the building.

I see Jabir immediately I entered, he gave me a warm smile. I smile back at him and continued walking.

"I can't wait to see Jabir's face when he hears you got married again." Habiba says excitedly, almost squealing.

I'm not going to lie, that thought crossed my mind and I want to see it too. How would he react? Would he regret what he did? Does it matter now? Was he worth the tears I shed for him?

I felt someone hold my arm, stopping me from walking. I turn to see Jabir smiling at me like a freak.

"Jabir?"

"I'm sorry I held you that way. Can I talk to you?" He glances at habiba then back at me. "Okay." I furrow my brows, unsure of what he's planning. "I'll meet you up in a minute." I say to habiba before following him as we walked to his office.

He walks into the office first then me. I close the door turning to face him when I felt him pull me to his arms, hugging me tightly.

I freeze for a few seconds in surprise. "I miss you so much. I miss how you wake me up in the morning, I miss your scent, your horrible pancakes and cakes, your dry jokes and terrible humor. I want you back."

I sigh, patting him on the back so he could release me. "Jabir, you need to let me go." He pulls away. "I couldn't control myself." He confesses.

I scratch my brow. "What are you talking about?"

"I want us to rekindle our relationship, please."

"Jabir, I can't."

"Why? I mean I know and understand if you hate me but jus-" He tries to explain.

"I'm married." I inform him, he looks at me in disbelief. "What?"

"I'm married so there's nothing for us to rekindle." I turn my head away from him, his face was shocked and hurt.

He sits down, clasping his hands. "When did you get married?"

"Yesterday."

"To whom?"

"Qahhar." He closes his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. "I wished he wasn't the one."

I slid my hands into my front pants pocket. "You're happy?" He looks up at me. "Yeah, I am. Very happy."

He nods, standing up and walking to me. "I'm not going to lie and say I'm happy for you because I'm not. He doesn't deserve you." He states making me scoff. "But you do?"

"I'm not dying!" He spats which renders me speechless. He sighs, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sorry but that's just it. He doesn't have long and then what? Another heartbreak, no, it's even worse. Grief."

I bite my inner lip in anger. "I don't care, every second with him is great, fulfilling. I know he might not have long and it hurts me because I wasted years of my life with you rather than him."

Jabir sucks his teeth, shaking his head. "Don't say I didn't warn you." I raise a brow, looking at him. "Never asked." I turn to the door holding the door knob. "It's about the money, isn't it?"

I turn to look at him with confusion all over my face. "It's always something with you." I say almost in a mutter before leaving the office. I shut the door and walked down the hall. I stop, his words actually cutting me deeper than I thought. He will live, whether it's prayer and medicine, we shall do it.

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