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Qahhar's point of view.

"You see, I told you. If you turned to Allah, this wouldn't have happened to you. You have sinned too much in your life." Fayadth complains, shaking his head while I watched the TV.

"Stop acting like a saint, you were my partner."

He glances at me, chuckling. "God, we were imbeciles. We would go for parties, hook up with girls and drink when at any time you could collapse and die."

I smile, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, my head was above the clouds then."

"You sure it isn't still above?" I turn to look at him, slumped on the chair. "How is it still above the clouds?"

I raise a brow, waiting for the nonsense he's about to spit out. He raises his arms. "I know its none of my business but as a good friend...." He puts an emphasis on the good.

"...I am obliged to tell you. I saw your wife storm out of here angrily and by the way, you didn't tell me you're married."

I look back at the TV. "I messed up, I let my feelings get the best of me. I was selfish."

"How were you selfish?"

"I married her and I have this...disease. I'm going to die any minute from now and her? I'll leave her miserable and she wants to have children with me at least but now she changed her mind. I never thought about when I leave her, how she'd feel, be."

I scratch my head, fayadth nods slowly. "Did she know you had leukaemia before she married you?"

"Yeah".

"Then that's it. She's willing to take that risk for you, you say you can die at any moment but you're making her angry, wasting your time. Do you think if you fall right now and die, she would be happy that you died while fighting. She would rblame herself one way or the other and regret it so stop."

He sits up right, taking a deep breath. "I know there's this weight on your shoulder but still, don't do this to her. She doesn't deserve it and I don't think it's allowed islam too."

I groan. "Please stop being that Islamic, its weird." I stand up, holding my stick.

"I am Sheik Fayadth." He smiles widely. "You know what? I won't be the one getting out, you will. Leave my room." I sit back on the bed.

"Call your wife this instant, I'll go and pray." He shoves his hands in his jalabia pocket.

"Its not time yet."

"I go way before the time, I lead the prayers sometimes. See you later, by then, all is settled." He didn't wait for a response and left.

I take my phone, dialing a number. "Hello? Yes, its Qahhar. I need to talk to you."

Adama's point of view.

I throw my bag on my shoulder, playing with the car keys, walking to Qahhar's room.

He pissed me off already so I'm not in the best mood. I knock on the door, sucking my teeth.

"Come in." I enter, closing the door. I walk to the chair and sit down, keeping my bag beside me.

The room fell silent, tension in the air. He sits in front of me. "I'm sorry about what I did to you moments ago, I was being insensitive and neglecting how caring you are to me. You deserve better, way better."

He admits while my tough attitude is fading away. "I am going to take the gleevec, you've been the one sacrificing and for once I want to do something. I want to take it so we can have our children. I want that."

Immediately he finished, I thought about one thing. Am I being selfish? Is it normal? Am I not being human? I want us to be happy.

"No...I don't know." I shake my head, confused about what I'm feeling. He furrows his brows. "You said you were in a lot of pain and extending it...it's worse but...I also don't want to lose you."

He smiles, holding my hand. "You won't, not now. I'll take it, I want to spend more time with you. Yo also make it up to you." He raises my hands to his lips, kissing it. I stand up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Not yet, you need to be discharged and stabilized first."

"Okay, my friend came over. He wants to meet you."

"You have friends?" I blurt out as I raise a brow. "Did you think I'm a loner?" I chuckle nervously.

"No, I just never saw your friends before so it got me thinking." I shrug before he laughs.

"It's fair." He nods. "I'm being honest, it felt like the right time to confess."

"I understand, when will I be discharged?" I purse my lips. "Maybe tomorrow or the day after."

He mumbles, hanging his head. "Time will pass by like you were never admitted here."

He looks up at me. I feel his hand on my hips and kiss him after staring at his lips for some time. I pull away, touching his beard. "You should rest." He nods, lying back on the bed. I walk to the door, opening it. I see a a good looking man sitting on the chair wearing a grey jalabia.

"Are you Qahhar's....?"

He looks up to me and stands up, his piercing brown eyes then smiles. "Yes, I am. You must be Adama, pleased to meet you." I smile widely

"Pleased to meet you too. Please come in".
I open the door, he stands up and walks in.

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