PRESIDENT'S SON AND I

2: Discharged

NASRIN

I watched the way he acted utterly confused at my response and it was as if it clicked in his brain that I was being sarcastic before he chuckled lightly and nodded his head and I rolled my eyes. Anger, pain and hatred were filling my heart at the sight of him smiling at me, as though they weren't the ones that crushed even an iota of happiness left in my heart. And he didn't even recognize me.

"I'm being serious right now..." He let go of his words and palmed his face, I could make out the way his heart was pounding through his shirt. "Is she really your daughter?"

I nodded my head and stared at the innocent eyes of Muniba, her love filling every nook and cranny of my soul. "She's mine. Her name is Muniba. What more do you want to know?"

It took him a while before he placed his thoughts into words and he thought of what he would want to know from me. "What's your name?" He asked, and I scoffed.

"I thought you were here to apologize on behalf of your friend? What does that have to do with my name? Or the apology only counts when you know my name?" I rolled my eyes at him, flashing him the coldest look I've ever mustered in my life.

"I'm sorry," he said with a cool smile and went still when the nurse walked in with Muniba's new found feeder.

"Thank you," I said as I collected it from her and positioned Muniba to feed her. She suckled the milk as she stared into my eyes. And that was my favorite thing about being a mother. I loved how she stared into my eyes as she ate, as though she was sending her profound gratitude to me for knowing she was hungry and feeding her.

He cleared his throat and that took my attention back to him. "If you don't need anything from me, I'd like you to leave, please." I tried my best to smile at him, but I'm hurt beyond words. I knew he wasn't the one that have hurt me, hell, I'm certain the friend he was here to apologize on behalf of wasn't even the man I'm thinking about but I can't help but hate him, too.

His expression softened and I wondered how he wasn't angry at how I've been treating him so far. "I'm sorry if something I did make you angry. I'm just curious as how you could be a mother. You look young...probably..."

"What you should've said is, you're just curious as how a man could impregnate a girl like me. I'm sure you know I didn't make myself pregnant, someone has to do it, right?"

He got to his feet and smiled apologetically. "I'm so sorry. I'd come back tomorrow when you're less edgy." I focused my attention back to Muniba and ignored him until I was sure he was out of the room and I sighed.

The tears I've been holding back came rushing to me, I didn't even try to stop them. I broke into tears because it hurt so much and despite taking so long, it still hurt like hell and I'm sure it'd take forever to hurt me. I shook my head in an attempt to make these memories go away but they were rushing, painfully that I had to stifle back my scream of agony.

While crying and trying to cradle Muniba to my chest, I noticed she had been full and was back to sleep. I wiped at my tears and smiled at her, she was the only reason I kept going on even when I knew I shouldn't have. And right now, I'd have to do all it took to make sure she didn't continue to live the life I've been forced to live.

The nurse walked in with a nylon in her hand and I didn't even try to hide my tears from her. She took the chair he had left and pushed it closer to me. "Nasrin?" She called out, and I wiped at the tone tear that rolled down to my cheeks.

I lifted my eyes to meet her gaze and smiled at her. "Yes? What's your name please? I don't like referring to you as nurse." I said and she smiled.

Once, I wouldn't leave this hospital without making a friend out of her. But now, my entire soul had been crushed that I feel whatever conversation we're going to have was going to be forced out of me. Once, I had been so jovial and bubbly that nothing and no one could douse my shine. I made friends easily, I loved everyone and was loved by whole.