Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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I left the hospital yesterday. The doctors explained that elevated stress levels was the reason why I blacked out and advised I take two rest days before I begin working again. My boss immediately agreed, cue eye roll, and told them he'd ensure I get the rest I needed. They also told me to visit again if my symptoms persisted, i.e. blacking out, light-headedness, dizziness, etcetera. I hadn't bothered to tell the doctors when Arman was in the room that I passed out a day before because he would've freaked. But, somehow, Singh overheard and he freaked instead. He realized just how much mom's impending return has caused psychological impacts on me and asked me not to meet her instead. He even offered to tell mom I couldn't visit her but for some strange reason I didn't allow him to.
Somewhere deep down, I wanted to see her.
Arman helped me out of the hospital and back to where we were staying. Singh tagged along too after Arman offered him a room at the hotel for the remainder of his stay. He's leaving with us on Sunday to go back to the city. We were to initially leave on Tuesday since Arman had pushed back our stay because of my late arrival to the airport but ever since my incident, he decided it'll be best if we leave early.
Both of them—Arman and Singh—were a brooding pair and on the way to the hotel to the point where I almost suffocated at the awkwardness in the car. I'm not sure the both of them realized they were radiating BDE but it was so poignant I couldn't have wanted to escape somewhere any quicker. When I reached the hotel lobby, I quickly exited the car, leaving them both in the vehicle and took an elevator up to my room in which I passed out as soon as my head hit my bed.
It's the following day now, well, rather morning and I would've been going in to work if I wasn't a bed-ridden mess.
"Here you go." A dressed up Arman said, coming into my room with a breakfast tray in his arms which offered a delectable display of food. "Go freshen up and your breakfast will be right here for you."
Don't have to tell me twice. "Thank you baby."
"You're welcome. I'm leaving with Gerald at nine so I don't have much time. Do you want me to take you out later?"
"Sure, why not?" "Don't worry about dressing up. Dress comfortably and please Sariah, I'm begging, don't stress."
"I won't baby," I pecked his lips then rushed off to the bathroom.
"I placed the television remote, the bed recliner remote and a button for room service on the bedside table."
"Awe, you're so sweet." I crooned, grabbing my toothbrush from my pouch on the bathroom sink. "Thank you, Arman."
"Anything for you, gorgeous, I also would prefer you not to stress so I'm trying to make everything stress-free for you right now." he shouted from the room.
"When I'm back I'll spread your bed, I'll clean your room and you know what else I'll do?" he enunciated in a mischievous tone.
"That's doing too much, and you know they have a maid. What's left for you do after all that, wipe my arse?" I shouted, looking for the toothpaste. I heard him chuckle and a smile climbed onto my face at the sound.
