Out Of Wreckage?

Chapter Forty Four

My eyes couldn't even blink as I looked up at him. His eyes held a lot of things that I could actually feel this time.
Solicitude, guilt, pain, and most importantly, love.

While I sat there figuring him out, I couldn't decipher my own actual feelings.
That last thing I saw was his face and then heard him voice my name out loud before the darkness consumed me.

"Rabia!"

I don't know what happened but when I opened my eyes, I was confined to a bed. I turned around to see my daughter sleeping peacefully next to me.

Was I dreaming? About him?
After all these years but wait a minute.

I rubbed my temples, the room was not mine.
Where am I?
Suddenly I heard the click of a door knob.

"Mrs. Suri." I whispered as she stood tall, dressed in an off-white Shalwar Kameez.

"Please call me, Manyata. Good morning. I just got you some breakfast." She carried a tray of food and placed it on the small table.

"I heard you didn't eat anything since yesterday afternoon which is why you fainted. We all were pretty tensed. Especially your daughter and that gentleman whose name I can't remember."

"Hamza." I spoke softly and she smiled.

"Anyway, having a doctor in the family is always a blessing. My daughter Amrita checked on you and she recommended that you must take some rest. Everybody left as it was already late but Mr. Hamza is still outside even though we insisted for him to stay indoors but he politely declined. He's waiting in his car."

I closed my eyes letting the tears pour down.

She gently wiped it and held my hand immediately, "I know how difficult it is. Even I had a past, a pretty bad one which you might be aware about. All I could say is life can be fair and unfair anytime. It's a mixture. All you gotta do is follow your instincts, your heart so that atleast you know that there are no regrets then."

"Sorry for all the trouble. I didn't mean to spoil your party."

She simply waived her hand in the air, "It's no big deal. We are all a family and family is supposed to stick together in difficult times, isn't it?" She asked and I nodded.

"Thank you for all your help. It's great what you do for us. Forgive me but I would like to take your leave now if you don't mind."

"You don't have to leave this early. Atleast have some breakfast then I'll ask my chauffeur to drop you both."

"It's very kind of you but I think the man who is waiting outside is very kind enough to drop us off." I said. She blinked her eyes in understanding and didn't pester further.  She knew we both needed to speak.
I drank a glass of juice and thanked her for it.
I wrapped the shawl around myself and carried my daughter in my arms.

She had gotten heavy but I somehow managed.

Mrs. Manyata accompanied me to the door.

As soon as we walked past the giant gates, Hamza spotted us and ran towards us.

He quickly took Bushra in his arms and carried her as if she weighed nothing.

I gazed at Mrs. Suri and mouthed her a big thank you. She had a lovely smile playing on her lips.

"Can you drop us home?" I turned to him.

"Err. Sure." He finally found his voice after a minute of silence.

I quietly followed him to his car. He placed my daughter on the backseat and covered her with a blanket.

He opened the passenger's door for me like a true gentleman that he always is.