PRESIDENT'S SON AND I

6: Thrown Out

NASRIN

Jamal waited until I was done changing her diaper before we walked out of the room together. Even though I've did all things possible for Muniba, she began to cry and I knew without doubt that my baby had come to the limit she could endure her hunger. At least, she tried for me. This made me realized that if we walk out of this house-which we certainly will-she'd be patient enough for me.

"I...umm..." it felt strange to ask him about it, so I stuttered and he chuckled, raising an eyebrow to let me know that I can continue. "Did you please buy her milk? It feels weird asking you all this." I managed to utter and he motioned his head towards the living room.

"I did," he said with a smile and we walked further into the living room. By now, the bakhoor scented heavenly, it burnt and gave this scent that I wished I could sleep in. But no, I've got more important things to do and sleeping wasn't one of them, not even close.

I placed down Muniba carefully on one of the sofas and went to check the nylons he had brought before I found her milk. "Will you please watch over her for me? I need to go to the kitchen and make it for her." I lifted the can of the milk and waited until he nodded his head before I walked away.

I knew it wasn't safe leaving Muniba with him, but then, I couldn't do everything alone. This was a hard thing to accept, that I couldn't do everything on my own. I needed some help, one way or the other. And working while Muniba was with me was one of the things I needed most help with.

I heard some footsteps into the kitchen and immediately turned with the words, "Don't tell me you've left her alone in the living room? It's not safe, Jamal!" My protective instincts were already up and I was staring at him hopefully when my eyes met with the exact opposite of Jamal's.

His orbs were warm and tender, filled with kindness, but these...the orbs that stared back at me were cold and filled with nothing but heartlessness. Before, a year ago, that is-I used to be angry at those blogs that described Zafir as a human robot. And when I saw some people commenting bad about him and how some of them hated him without ever having to meet him, I ended up getting blocked from the page by the owners because of the amount of insults I shoot at everyone of them.

But now, I've seen and was still seeing that side of him I've refused to accept. But I was forced to, by him. The beast!

I hissed softy and turned away from him, I didn't want to interact with him and at the same time, I was sacred. I didn't forget what I did to him minutes ago, if he wanted, he could punish me for that.

I was working on the milk when I heard him opened the fridge and gasped outwardly. "What the hell is this? Where are the things I kept in my fridge?" He bellowed and I could feel him turning to face me completely.

And right now...it's my time to act as though he didn't exist. And I did that exactly even though my heart could jump out of its socket due to the fear of what he would do to me if that angered him. And now, Jamal wasn't in proximity, and there were enough kitchen knives to kill and slice me to cubes without any hassle.

"I'm talking to you, where are my bottles?" I didn't have to turn to face him to know that he was bawling at me and that his eyes had turned red due to the anger he felt.

I ignored him still and was thankful that I was done making Muniba's milk, so I walked out of the kitchen and I could feel his eyes on me. He followed me outside and was stomping his feet when I rushed to the living room before he snatched me on the way and strangle me to death.

The moment I saw Jamal seated on the sofa as he rocked Muniba, something melted in my heart. He was so good, this man. I wondered how he was even friends with this monster that answered the name of Zafir.