Her Little Secret(Prior)

Chapter 29 *open choices*

Haleemah

By some miracles, I was able to wobble my way back in. I kept trying to regulate my heartbeat but it's on a mission on its own. I mean Nadeer was supposedly in love with me but I didn't see that confession coming.

So someone can love Haleemah? Haleemah could be loved by a man?

I mean someone can look at me the way Nadeer did earlier and just tell me that he loves me.

And wait!

This is how it feels to be loved. This delightful feeling that causes someone to loon?

I didn't know whether to squeal or just lay down and cover myself and live in the moment. I don't want to ever forget it. Because damn, I felt on top of the world.

Can life get any sweeter?

But as I walked further into my room, I let my thoughts wander to the only reason I never gave love a chance. The secret I had to live with.

So if this keeps going on, one day, Nadeer will take me away as his wife. I'm not even thinking of the fact that Hajiya Babba had already told him to send his elders.

No, it isn't happening.

The secret I have subjects me to the ridicule of the society. The society being people who doesn't know how I was made but decides they are free to show their opinions in my life.

No, I can't let that happen.

I was okay without everything. I would be okay without a man. But I certainly wouldn't be okay if my secrets is out. I can't deal with the looks everyone would be casting me.

This beautiful feeling I had when he confess would be my road to ruination. Don't get me wrong, I want it but I just can't have it.

And what am I saying? Nadeer will turn his back on me the moment he knows. Every man will.

And he will. He was sure to, except I didn't marry him.

And what next? I'll end up like most women I rescued when I was on a mission with WMCY. I need to put an end to this.

I need to put an end to this!

*

It's late, you should come back inside.

The message from my mother read. She must have thought I was still with Nadeer since I didn't went back to her. If Nadeer didn't make that confession I wouldn't be feeling like committing suicide right now.

Since mother could actually walk outside to check on me herself if I didn't reply her, I sent a short message telling her I was already in my room.

Soon, there was a knock on the door and I just knew.

Mother save the day again.

"Are you mopping around after meeting your boyfriend? You had a fight?" She asked setting down the kitchen tray containing a tea jug and cups on the floor and patting the space beside her.

"Are you up for a late night chat?" She asked. I didn't even bother to answer. Heck, she knew already.

"Why the long face? He didn't say enough sweet words" she asked again and I sighed. She knew it wasn't about anything like that.