A Piece Of His Heart

Thirty-one

Eliza

With a frown, I stared inside the open closet after sifting through all the clothes that were mine. Even if I had more clothes than the average person, Alhamdulillah, I couldn't find the right one.

What does a woman wear to her job interview?

"What are you taking so much time for?" Waleed came to stand behind me, his fingers moving through his tie based on memory until he knot the tie together and pushed it up. It was impressive, since I didn't know how to tie a tie.

"Finding the right clothes to wear." I told him, then went through the clothes again. Waleed's hand reached forward and simply pulled out one dress and held it up in front of me.

My nose scrunched at his horrible choice. "Who wears pink to their job interview?"

"Girls...? I've seen many of my employees wearing pink. Men, too."

"Why, exactly, have you been looking at your female employees?"

"W-What? No! That's not what I meant." I smiled at his adorable behavior and patted his chest reassuringly. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. And I think I'm going to wear this." I took out the grey shalwar kameez with black needlework and a black shawl because it was still winter.

Once I changed and grabbed a hair tie to put my hair up in a ponytail, my eyes rounded at the sight of Waleed. "Why the hell are you wearing the same colors as me?!" I screeched, so, so mad at him for wearing his grey suit when it took so long for me to choose something to wear.

He blinked, seemingly taken back by my sudden outburst. "What's wrong with us wearing the same color?"

"We'll look like a couple!"

"We are a couple, Eliza." He punctuated his words with a long sigh.

"No! You're only supposed to be my boss at your office, nothing else." I explained to him, exasperated already. Why couldn't anything get through his thick skull?

"No one knows you're my wife there, except two people. And there will be at least ten other people wearing grey. That doesn't mean that those women are my wife."

My eyes narrowed at him. "Don't you even think of some other woman being your wife, Waleed."

"Meri itni himmat?" He blinked innocently and I felt my anger melting right there.

*"How can I even dare?"

"Okay, I think we should leave. I don't want to be late for my interview." I took his arm and all but dragged him out of the room, and slapped a hand on the light switch to turn off the light before leaving the room.

"I'll take you to the Head of—"

I cut him off instantly. "Of course, you won't! Do you show the way to everyone? No, right? So you aren't going to show it to me. I'll find my way around." Waleed side-eyed me for a long three seconds before turning back to the road.

"Why are you worrying about it so much?" Waleed asked, his hand finding its way to my knee and squeezing it lightly.

"Because," I glanced at him, "I don't want anyone to get even a sniff of us being related. I don't want anyone to question my job, if I get it." It was true. I wasn't an idiot, and I knew what things I'd have to hear if anyone found out that Waleed, the boss, was my husband.