His Skivvy

Chapter 32 ( Trouble in high heel )

Assalamu Alaikum Warahmatullah.

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Laylah's POV

Waking up to a mysterious knock on my door which indicated something is really fishy outside. Or maybe is the series of his ache that came back again. I feel very sorry for him wlh. But he never let me have a single hint on what's wrong with him. Why is a bachelor like him suffering from series of stomach aches on and off. And the fact that he is rich and can take care of himself but he isn't making any effort of consulting a doctor. I don't know what's wrong with him.

The knock knocked me back to my traces. The knock is still coming from the door even louder. So I quickly put on my hijab and made my way. Opening it, I saw Haya with tears eyes clutching my dress and dragging me without saying a word. She keep murmuring "Muhammad" under her breath. I quickly went into the room to find him rolling on his stomach. He fell off the bed and start clutching the duvet making it to fall on the clean tiled floor. I quickly went to him tears gushing down my eyes. At that moment I felt so sacred. He couldn't even talk. He had been having series of stomach aches these days but is never this critical. And whenever I'm in his room to help, he only shut me out and close his door at my face. It feels like he don't like been seen vulnerable. Which is part of his egos. At this moment, to say I'm scared will be an understatement. I'm scared beyond measures. He couldn't even lift his head not to talk of shutting me out. So I managed to cup his face, and looked at him in the ears which I'm totally taken aback by his bloodshot eyes.

"Muhammad! Please tell me what's wrong? How can I help you? Please talk to me! Is there any medication you're taking?"

I managed to ask but he only shoved me off and clutched his stomach even tighter rolling on his stomach and making a whimpering sound that will make a heart accelerate in million tunes out of fear. At this point, all that matters is him. I can't loose him. Not now. I'm not crying with my all. I'm uncontrollably giving in too. I cupped his face again and ask him " WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU MUHAMMAD!!!" I shouted my lungs out making him stop clutching his stomach and looked at me as if trying to process "if this is really me or someone else"

But before I could do anything further, he blacked out leaving me in a total state of shock
and bizarre. I only know my senses are restored when I start looking for a phone to call a doctor which I successfully did.

After some minutes the doctor arrived and he suggested we go directly to the hospital because his condition is very worse and so we did. I'm now pacing in the hallway waiting for the doctor to come out and tell what's actually wrong with him. I deliberately refused to call Jalil who's Muhammad's friend the hospital I was admitted. Because they always seem to keep his condition away from me so I now have the chance to discover what they're really hiding.

After hours of waiting, the doctor finally emerged from Muhammad's ward and summoned me to his office to which I swiftly followed behind.

"Do you mind telling me who you're to Mr Muhammad?"

"Well—- I'm his wife" I managed to lie but I swear I felt my heart beating like a drum and I'm afraid the doctor will not find out I'm lying.

"When was the last time you both had sex?"

My heartbeat palpitates.

"Well, the thing we were divorced, for some months and today is my first day with him."

"The truth is madam, your husband had been having serious problem on his pelvic region and lower abdomen. And I believe the reason why he's experiencing this pain is celibacy."
There are men that experience an excruciating pain when they abstain from sex for quite a time and your husband's situation is very bad! I'm afraid he's on the verge of loosing it if you dint help. He's a man I mean, of course he have thorns of desires. I mean look at you! A very beautiful damsel. How can he resist seeing you or not being with you. Please try and help him he's your husband btw."

I'm now dumbstruck and I feel bad for myself. So this is the reason why he have been coming up with ladies to the house for his relief of the pain? I guess sex is the only antidote for it. But I've also heard that sleeping with different people cause a problem too. So this is actually a trouble on high heel. Oh poor Muhammad. That's why my mum always tell me to listen to the other side of the story. There's always a story to tell behind every heart.

"Mrs? Are you still there?"

"Oh! Sorry. Yes-uhm- thank you doctor I'll see what I can do about it. Thank you very much! But he can use the meds for the mean time till he regain his energy right?"

"Yes of course. But that wouldn't take long"
"Have a nice day doc"

After thorns of thinking on how to solve his sickness, I still ended up with no idea. I just need to get him married as soon as possible. Or tell him to look for someone else. We really need to go back to Nigeria or a nearby country but he cannot do any haram in Saudi Arabia. Mecca for that matter. God forbid. I just pray he'll be fine.

Honestly, he's a good man. But what I cannot further figure out is why would he choose edge pain over sleeping with girls? I mean, he used to do that then why stop?

Walking into the room, I found him still sleeping like a baby pouting. But from the look on his fa e, you'll see how pale he looks. Poor Muhammad. I found a seat and sat my lazy ass down hoping to see his brightest eyes open. Oh Allah help him. I've never been this scare apart from the days I lost my both parents. He's now the only family I've and I can trust in this whole world. God only knows whether Ammah is still alive or dead. Ya Allah! Give me strength.

I rest my head on the bedside just to hear deep voice say "Layl?"
To say the whole earth stopped rotating was an understatement!!

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