The sun beamed on my face insisting for me to wake up. It was good that the sun came directly into his room so I didn't experience much jet lag, but man, I wish I could just sleep in. I roll over groaning in the process
My back was killing me. I drank quite a lot yesterday I'm surprised I don't have a raging headache.
I slowly sit up and look over at the nightstand. I don't even know what time it is but this sun is going to annoy the crap out of me.
Right beside my phone I see a tray with water and some different pills under the pills. There was a note.
Good morning Habibti, sorry I'm not there right now. I had to go into the office one of the council members requested my attendance despite me saying I was on break for a week.
Please take the medication on the tray, seeing as how I can't remember exactly what we did last night and the bruises on your hips give away what we did
The big white one is ibuprofen the tiny white circular one is an emergency contraceptive and the last one is just some vitamin C
I should be back around four we will talk then
I love you
I looked down at my hips and he was right there was bruising. I scratch my head trying to wrap my head around everything but I should just take the pills. I'm on birth control so there's nothing to really worry about but I guess it's better safe than sorry right?
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After doing my morning routine of freshening up I attempted to find my way to the kitchen. Did I get lost? Like I said, I would yes yes I did. Maybe I should have actually taken him up on drawing me a map.
Thankfully after twenty minutes, I found my way only to find Zuma Aahils mom drinking coffee at the table.
She looks up and gives me a bright smile.
"Good morning," I say while walking over to grab myself a cup.
"Good morning Jamila." She places the mug down and then lightly clears her throat.
"I noticed my son isn't trailing behind you like a shadow so how about we have a girls day?" She smirks and I chuckle at her subtle jab toward Aahil
"Yeah, that would be nice. Do I have to wear anything specific?" I sip on the warmed coffee and lean against the marbled counter. She nods her head but I wait for her to speak
"Yes, hopefully, it's not too much?"
"No, it's okay. I understand that there are certain places where I need to wear certain things. Something like that would never bother. I mean, I would feel uncomfortable if I didn't."
"That's good to hear when you finish up let me know I'll be in the courtyard." She smiles and grabs her coffee mug. I nod my head letting her know I will
Now, what kind of cereal do they have here because I'm starving.
I open just about every damn cupboard in here and no cereal just ingredients. And while I can cook I sure as hell don't know how to use this fancy stove and the last thing I need is burning down someone's house.
Coffee it is then...
I walk out to the courtyard after placing my cup into the dishwasher.
"Come on, let's go I have the perfect outfit!" She cheerfully twiddles her fingers and holds her hand out for me to take.
YOU ARE READING
Bahlam Feeki
RomanceJamila Barlowe, A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
