Faurah

Chapter 4

"Maybe you just wanted me to see you be sick." Arfan said after a long pause. It was crystal clear that he doesn't know what to say.

My eyes were still glued shut but I slowly begin to open them to examine the mess I had just created but then I realised the bigger issue at hand. He. Is. Touching. Me.

I jumped out of his hold and started to mutter astagfar while thinking of how I'm going to clean the puke I just hurled onto the floor.

"You're going to get all... weird again. Just let me help you," he reached out to once again hold onto my shoulders but I reflexively slap him across the face. His head whipped to the side and he covers his cheek with a hand.

I instantly regretted my actions and cover my mouth while mumbling apologies. My mouth tasted like metal but I ignore it, too shocked to care.

"Look away," Arfan's voice was much more calm than I expected.

"Why?"

He removed his hand from his face and I see the blood stain across his cheek. My palm had painted his cheek a deep crimson shade. The taste of metal in my mouth hitting me full force now is overwhelming which leads me to do the most embarrassing thing I have ever done in my life.

I puked on Arfan.

He reached out to hold my shoulders again to keep me steady while I just let it all out and occasionally patted my back as if trying to communicate 'there, there, it's alright'.

Once I was done, I look up at him and smile apologetically, "um, I'll buy you new shoes."

"And a new suit." He added with a look of disappointment evident across his features.

I shook my head 'no' daringly, "you moved your hand without answering why so you take some of the blame."

He rolled his eyes and a look of disgust washed over his face. No doubt the smell of my lunch mixed with stomach acid making it's way furiously up his nose.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he cringed. "Keep your eyes closed and let me guide you this time. I'll put my hands together to beg you and I'll let you slap me later if it makes you feel better."

I looked at him with a glimmer of hope dazzling my eyes, "really?"

"No, if you're sick one more time then I'll make you eat it off of the floor so you better just do as I say to avoid that."

"Pffffft, you wouldn't," I let out a breathy laugh praying to God he was joking.

He stared at me with that stupid firm look that screams 'don't test me' which he used on his employees who are on thin ice for running late all the time.

I sighed, closed my eyes and feel his hands grip my shoulders to which he then proceeds to guide us around my maze of vomit leading me to who knows where.