DECE-P-TION

DXXI

I stand by the door, pacing while he's being checked on by the doctors. I glance at Falah who seems focused on them. The doctors walk out of the room, meeting us. "He's awake and fine. You can go see him now."

"Haleem, can I talk to you?" Falah asked the doctor that's in charge of my father. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, go ahead. I'll be in in a minute." Falah says before walking down the hall with the doctor. I enter the room as I see my father taking out the IV. "Baba, don't take it out. You're not well yet." He ignores me but I hold his hand. He raises his head to look at me.

"I only matter when I'm on the hospital bed." He snaps. "It's not like that, baba." I sit on the bed. "The last time you called or saw me was when you left the house. You didn't bother to look or call for me." He lies back down.

"I was angry, it doesn't justify it but I was for giving me away to a man that's full of ambition and had no interest in me."

"You're justifying it and do you think you know more than I do? Accept you mistakes rather than giving excuses." He pulls his hand away. I feel a tingling sensation in my nose. "Im sorry for not checking up on you, I'm sorry but I can't say that I'm okay with the choice you made. That choice you made is already showing negative results in my personal and professional life."

He looks away. "You forget that I was the only one that was sticking by you when all of them left, yet you made a decision that might ruin my life. I don't think I deserve that."

"I didn't call you here, I don't know why he brought you along." I sniffle, a tear running down my eyes.

"Assalamu alaikum." Falah enters the room as i turn away to wipe my tears. "Wa alaikum salam, Falah. It's good to see you." I turn to look at Falah who's smiling, standing beside baba.

"How are you feeling? You're better?" I stand, holding in the tears. "I'm better, worry not." I walk out of the room, shutting the door. I sit on the bench, crying.

All he had to say was he didn't want me here. That's all the appreciation I needed. He didn't bother asking what I meant by seeing results. He doesn't care, I wish I followed my siblings.

"Here's a tissue." I hear Falah's voice and I slowly raise my head to see the tissue. I take it from him, wiping my face. "Thank you." I grumbled. He sits beside me.

"Why did you bring me here? I know he didn't inform you so you can bring me along. He doesn't want me here." I scoff, glancing at him. "I know you want to be here. He might've said that he doesn't want you here but he was expecting you to come. You're his only daughter and he cares about you so much."

"Doesn't seem that way, doesn't feel that way. It's isn't even that way." I snap, shaking my head. "He ignored me in there. My problems, my care and me. I don't deserve this." I stand up, sobbing. "I can't justify what he said to you and say it's okay. He was wrong but I believe he just wants attention and he's hurt. What you have, the bond you have, don't let it get ruined because of....a prick like me."

Falah countered. "He's the one doing it, not me. He's the one pushing me away." I sob. "Has he ever made you sad or miserable before the wedding?" I remember the times we were happy. I shake my head, bursting out sobbing.

Falah pulls me to his chest for a hug. I sob in his chest, clutching onto his shirt tightly as I feel his arms around me.

**********

I walk baba into his bedroom, he laid down and I pull the duvet to cover him. He looks away, closing his eyes. "Goodnight, baba." I pat his arm lightly. "Goodnight." He responds.

I saunter out of the room, pulling the door. I see Falah sleeping on the chair. I walk to the chair and took a seat. I look at him sleeping soundly. He's an ambitious narcissist but he helped me mend my relationship. I have to give it to him.

I turn my head away as Falah grunts softly. I pull out my phone, scrolling through it when he starts making sounds. I turn to look at him, seeing him move uncomfortably. Let's just go then."Falah?" I call his name, standing up to wake him up. He wheezes while I try to shake him awake. "Falah." I call his name but it kept getting worse.

He was battling to breathe while he's unconscious. "Falah, please wake up." I shake him as hard I can. I hug him, trying to pull him to the floor. "Falah, wake up." I repeat when I freeze.

"Please wake up, I need you. I'm sorry. Please wake up."

I try to shrug it off as I try pull him off the chair with all my strength to the carpeted floor. I place his head on my chest and my arms tucked unddr hus arms, chssping my hands on his cges. I pull him eith all my might, solentky praying fir a mirsvke also. Luckily enough, i manage to pull him down but his legs still on the chair. "Falah, wake up." I grunt, stopping to look at him wheezing. His brows furrowed and his Adam's apple moving. I place my hands on the sides of his face, shaking it. "Falah, please wake up."

"You're too heavy." I mutter, his head leaning on my ribs. I reach for my phone to call for help. I take it thrn start scrolling for Rayyan's number. I stop to realize a bit of movement. I lower my phone to look at Falah who seems to be waking up. He opens his eyes wide, panting as he looks at me in confusion. "I'm here." I hold his hand, keeping eye contact. Falah composes himself, clearing his throat. "Thank you, shall we?" He stands up, acting like it never happened. "Y-yeah." I pick up my things, walking out of the house.

**********

I lie on my bed, hearing Falah's muffled voice on a phone call. I get out of bed, throwing on the robe on my skimpy night gown. I stroll to his room, finding him pacing with only his sweatpants on. I lean on the door frame with my head hung before knocking on the door.

"I'll call you back in a minute. Mm-hmm. Is everything okay?" He asks making me raise my head. He sits on the bed and looks at me. "Yeah, I'm just here to show gratitude." He gestures for me to come in with his hand and I sit on the chair a few feet away from him.

"Thank you for making me understand my errors and mending my relationship with my father. Not everyone would care about that."

"You're welcome." He smiles weakly, staring at me. I stand up, walking out of the room but I halt remembering what happened earlier. "Are you okay?" I turn to ask him and he nods. "Yes, I am."

"You're sure?" My question making his smile wider. "I'm fine, Alya." I nod, walking out knowing fully well that there's something wrong.

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