YOURS, JANNAH

#SIXTY SIX

Aisha was left all alone to think about what's going on. It makes absolute no sense that she'd miscarried a child from her womb. How wouldn't she know that she was pregnant? That she was ruined by a man she's never known in her entire life? What the hell is happening around her that makes her feel like a fool?!

She tossed and turned around the bed then sat up, took a mirror from beside the bedside table inside Nawal's bag. Maybe she should see with her own eyes whether or not a man has touched her. She's never felt any sort of discomfort down there for as long as she could remember. And she's skipped her period which isn't the first time it's happened. She complained to a doctor once about it and he said it was normal, it happens which was why she acted completely normal with missing it for a month.

Then this doctor is telling her something different? But what is this fear gripping her guts at the thought of everything being true and right? That in a wild fantasy realm, the doctor is not wrong and she's lost a baby she didn't know she was carrying. That she was raped -it could only be that- by a man she's never seen and had no knowledge of. It is making her quiver, her senses shattering into uneven lengths.

With her heart racing beneath her pectorals at a pace that made her chest hurt, Aisha used the small powder mirror and started checking herself down there. She let out a gasp when she noticed that she's indeed changed from the sight she's seen a very long time ago. Perhaps time changed it? She excused uneasily, perspiration gathering all over her forehead as she thought about the accuracy of the situation. She'd die if this were proven to be right.

The hairs all over her arms and nape of her neck rise at attention, her limbs started shaking like a leaf. Aisha let go of the mirror that fell on the floor and broke into many pieces, she closed her eyes as she leaned her head against the headrest of the bed. This cannot be true! This is all a misunderstanding, everything is wrong about this situation. It has to be fucking wrong!

It was few minutes later into her mini hysteria when a cautious knock came from the door before it got opened by strong looking olive arms. She was staring at the ceiling aloof, her mind blank even as she felt the presence of someone in the room with her. It is none other than Ammar, his cologne and quiet footsteps screamed his name. Maybe she is starting to know everything about him, she is not liking it too.

Ammar arranged the things he's brought for her on the bedside table, removing Nawal's bag from it while being careful not to match the broken pieces of mirror on the floor. Done with that, he drew a small chair to the side of her bed and sat down quietly. Aisha refused to acknowledge his presence, he was okay knowing what she was going through. But he cannot keep staring at her looking lost, she isn't the Aisha he knew.

With that, he cleared his throat to bring back his woman. "Are you mad, Maid? You look mad."

Aisha took her time before she grumbled out in a monotone. "I'm not mad."

"Your face is screwed up in that impish way like you're mad about something." He insisted, his voice sounding a little childlike but anything to get Aisha off that depressed horse.

"I'm disturbed and afraid, not mad." She tilted her head down to send him a quelling glare which he returned with one of his innocent shrugs. Like he has no idea what was going on.

A few moment of silence before he opened his mouth again just when she's started to close her eyes. "You still look mad and not perturbed."

Though gritted teeth that conveyed her annoyance, Aisha ground out. "I am not mad but I'll soon be if you don't keep that your gob quiet!"

Ammar kept quiet for a little while before he stood up and decided to serve the food for her. She is taking this lighter than he'd expected though her eyes already looks puffy, she's cried her eyes out and still wants to keep going. He could tell how confused she is from the long dent between her brows, narrowed eyes that are dull and hollow down to her hands tightened around her blue hospital gown. The girl doesn't know what to do.