LET ME LOVE YOU

Chapter 12 - responsibility

Aya

"AYA!"

Ya Rabbul ka'abah 😩

All I could do was sigh at that moment as I tried my best to finish my makeup but Hafeez was making that utterly impossible as he kept on yelling my name.

"AYA!"

"Na'am!! Ina zuwa dan Allah" I yelled back and quickly continued applying my lipstick and tying my turban.

I expected him to continue calling me just to be the Nagging person he is, but he actually didn't, which made me sigh in relief, but that brief moment was cut short when he just bursted into my room.

"Amma dai kinsan we're late koh?" He spoke, making me raise an eyebrow.

"I'm almost done, Just the turban"

He rolled his eyes "Since you know you take so much time to get ready, why didn't you start early?"

"You told me about the whole thing just 30 minutes ago, is it really my fault?"

Sometimes he does things that make me want to smack him. Just imagine, he told me that we were going out like thirty minutes before, I was literally in bed sleeping, he was the one who woke me up with the information, but he blamed me for taking long to get dressed and was acting like I wasted his time when he didn't tell me about it earlier.

We were going to a luncheon by the way, one of his close friends, Muhammad Sharif, was getting married, keep in mind that he got the invitation cards a week before then, but he was only telling me about it a few hours before the event, and he had the nerve to blame me for wasting his time.

"What do you need to wear that 30 minutes won't be enough for? I hope you know that It's not your wedding"

"So I should now look stupid because its not my wedding?" I glared at him "I beg you in the name of God, don't frustrate me this early morning, We haven't even eaten anything and you're already trying to get on my nerves" I added, which made him roll his eyes.

"Tie whatever you want to tie or wallahil Azeem I'm leaving you"

"Who wants to follow you daman? It's not like I can't drive, and I have my own car, ka je Allah ya kiyaye"

He smirked "I know that's what you wanted all along, But Wether you like it or not, tare za mu je, So take as long as you want, I'll still wait, we must go together!" I thought he'd leave but he actually came into the room, sat on my bed, resting his arms of his thighs and letting his big brown orbs bore holes into my skin.

Ni dai na shiga Uku!

I was so uncomfortable and wished he would just leave, but he didn't budge one bit, and I knew that he could see how uncomfortable I was, but he didn't care, if anything, he was enjoying it, he was enjoying the way I was shifting so uncomfortably under his gaze, I could tell by the signature smirk on his face.

A minute or two later, I was done. I mentally thanked god before I got up and headed into my walk in closet to grab a purse, I grabbed the first one I laid eyes on, which was a baby pink Louis Vuitton capucinnes PM bag, the one my sister in law Asma gave me for no reason whatsoever. It turned out to be a perfect match for my baby pink and green leaf patterned kimono and plain baby pink camisole. The clothes were decent and big enough to perfecty cover me, so I just set out, all ready to go.

"I'm done" I told the annoying human being that was busy making himself comfortable on my sweet bed. He didn't say anything though, he just got off the bed and made his way out of the room with me trailing behind, we didn't stop anywhere till we got to the Black Lexus LX 570 that had been in the garage for years but was never used. I wouldn't be surprised if he forgot about it though, because he only seemed to care about that stupid Bentley of his.