Burn the truth (ENG)

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I pushed the glass door to the side and walked in, after which the strong smell of coffee immediately penetrated my nose.

With my eyes I went over the chairs in the cafe, looking for a person.

But it was busy, so busy I couldn't even make out most of the faces.

The waitresses ran all over for orders as the visitors were busy chatting.

I gave up and pulled my phone out of my pocket.

Looking for the number in my contact list, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.

It was a hand with a diamond ring on the ring finger that was waved through the crowd.

The diamond ring I was all too familiar with.

She quickly stood up and I saw the person I had agreed with.

With my lips pressed together, I walked over to her.  "Manar," I greeted with a hardened look.

She nodded uncomfortably.  "Hey."

The surprise I experienced when Manar suddenly called me to ask if we could meet.  I was then speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

After much hesitation, I decided to agree.  Now we were sitting here, in a cafe surrounded by all kinds of feelings.  To clearly take the pain we had experienced through him out of our eyes.

I unzipped my vest and hung it over my chair and took a seat in the empty seat opposite her.  I intertwined my fingers and let them rest on the table.  "So.."

"Yeah, um."  She kept a nervous look.  "I don't know where to start."

I tapped my nails against the glass table as I avoided her eyes.  "I'm staying at his house."

"What?"  she sputtered in disbelief.  She soon recovered her tone and sat up.  "I thought you-"

"We're separated. Don't worry about that," I suddenly muttered with irritation.  "I'm doing it for my baby."

"Imran wants to be part of our baby's life, but I refused it," I explained.  "That led to a lawsuit in which I temporarily lost the right to both my children."  A sigh left my mouth.  "I have my daughter back again. Only my baby."

I felt her eyes burned on my waist.  "Yeah."  She looked me in the eye again as she asked, "How far are you?"

"Almost five months."

Her lips shaped playfully.  "Before you know it it's time and you're in the hospital with the baby in your hands."

I just gave her a smile.

"What is it?"  A frown appeared on her face.  "Aren't you looking forward to the baby's arrival?"

"Just nervous," I muttered back.

A short silence overcame us.

"I've always wanted children."  I looked up to see Manar staring at her glass of water.  She frowns in thought.  "-but Imran didn't want children. He-"

I looked away.  I didn't want to hear it.

Her frown deepened.  "He thought it was too early, he indicated when I started talking about it. That we were too young."  She laughed without humor.  "I guess it was more about the person than the age."

I was so confused.  Why would Imran want a child with me and not with Manar?  What did this mean?  "I guess," I muttered wandering.

"I didn't know Imran would develop feelings for you so quickly. Otherwise I would never have agreed," Manar admitted.