Yesmeen..
The room is bathed in a cold, blue light, filtering through the window shades. At first, I try to ignore it, but eventually, I'm forced to open my eyes and take a deep breath."It's been a week since I moved into Ammar's house, "I'm already feeling comfortable here and can handle being alone. After that incident, Ammar beefed up the security measures, making me feel safe and protected."
Ammar has always been protective of me, refusing to leave my side until I fall asleep. But now, I'm getting used to living alone and enjoying my independence.
I haven't seen Ameera, my so-called rival, since that day. I'm just living my life, trying to move past the fear and anxiety. When I confided in my mom about what happened, she reassured me, "Just pray that nothing will happen, insha Allah. They just wanted to scare you, and they succeeded."
"I used to wake up early and enjoy watching the sunrise while sipping coffee. The world is quiet, but not still. When I looked out the window, I admired the people bustling on the streets, starting their day.
I throw off the sheets and gaze at the motionless clock, its stillness echoing the emptiness I feel. The air is heavy with a vacant silence, weighing me down. I pull the sheets back up to my chin, uncertain if I'm feeling warm or cold.
I consider closing my eyes again, but I know the morning light will soon pierce through my eyelids like it does the shades, taking on a harsh, urgent tone. So, I keep my eyes open, frozen in this lying position.
I know I need to get up and start the day, but my body feels immobile. I tell myself I'll muster the energy to walk to the kitchen and brew some coffee, but then what? What else can I manage to do today? The thought feels daunting, and I remain stuck in bed, unable to summon the motivation to move.
Before I can even think about those chores, I need to get out of bed. Slowly, I stretch my legs and arms.
"But honestly, all I want to do is go back to sleep. Can I just go back to sleep now? It feels like it takes so much effort to get myself together.
"I lift my head from the pillow and prop myself up on my elbows. I make my way to the bathroom, feeling the cold tile under my feet.
"I don't even bother looking at myself in the mirror. I focus on splashing my face with water, letting the coldness wake me up.
"After turning off the water, I pat myself dry with a towel. Some of my hair gets wet, and it forms little curls around my face.
"Water trickles down my temple and outlines my jaw. The drops fall slowly, and I trace their path with my fingertip.
Turning towards the doorway, I focus on my feet. One after the other I make my way to the kitchen,I prepare the coffee slowly, methodically, and savor the sound of it pouring into my favorite mug. As I take a deep breath in, the steam curls upwards into my nostrils, comforting.
taking my first sip. It's warm, filling my mouth and sliding easily down my throat..
Ammar's voice echoed, "Beautiful lady enjoying her coffee, wow!" as he planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, causing me to choke on my coffee.
"Ewww, what the hell did you just do?!" I mumbled, standing up to rush to my room and cover myself, but Ammar pulled me back.
"I won't look at you, I promise. Enjoy your coffee. Good morning," he said, his voice low and husky.
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RandomBest friends YESMEEN UMAR DIKKO and MUHAMMAD AHMAD ABDULKADIR known as Ammar, were inseparable when they were younger. They did everything together and shared a bond that could never be broken. Or so they thought. As they grew up, they drifted apart...