28-Intimidation

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Halima

I hate him!!!

She just came out from the lecture hall which she now hated being there. Whenever she raised her head Muhammad will be looking at her as he lectured and that's makes her heart boils.

He lied to her about having a family. A God damn Family!! And now she doesn't know what he wanted from her. He's really getting on her skin and if he push her more she swear to make sure she ruined his job.

Until now, she couldn't tell her mother about what happened. Halima knows that her mother can be harsh and aggressive sometimes and knows that she will hate him more than her. Halima swore that she wasn't protecting Muhammad but she's just not ready to tell her.

"Halima." She heard him calls from behind but she didn't stop walking.

"Please listen to me for just five minutes and I promise not to bother you again." He plead and Halima halt without turning to look at him.

"What is there to say? Hmm?"

"I know you have all the right to hate me but.....please Just give me to explain myself to you." He walks in front of her but she refuse to make eye contact.

She was silent for a while before speaks."you have five minutes. " she said before making her way to his office.

Halima entered the office before him. She fold her hands and glared at the picture of his son before looking at him and it was at that moment that she saw how pale and sick he looks but she doesn't care."your time is going." she looked at her expensive watch.

Muhammad sighed before walking towards her."Halima I hate myself for lying to you. I couldn't sleep or eat a proper meal since then. I know you wants to be anywhere else but here but please Halima, please forgive me." He lower down, his knees on the ground.

Halima was so surprise at the act but she didn't show it on her face. "What will it change Muhammad?! Will your family now just disappeared?! Do you expect me to just forgive you and everything will turn to normal?!"

"No. Halima what you saw the other day was not what it looks like. We're getting divorce in some few weeks. I swear to you I have nothing to do with her, I couldn't remember the last time we were together. Its been two years since we separates. What took ling for the divorce is because we found out she's pregnant and her parents suggested that's we should wait and see if the marriage will work and it didn't Halima. She's just my son's mother and that's all!"

Halima watched him speaks and somewhere in her heart believed him but still she took a step back. "That still doesn't change anything. You still lied to me Muhammad."

"I love you Halima, and everything about my love for you wasn't fake. I truly wants to marry you. I wants to spend the rest of my life with you." He let out some tears which touched Halima's heart.

"Look, I need time to process everything because this is not a small case. I want you stay away from me in the mean time and stop looking at me in during lectures."

He nodded and Halima walked out of the office leaving a shattered Muhammad on his knees.

"Give me one last chance Halima and I will make things right. I promise. " he whispers to the empty place.

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Malika



As Malika walked through the bustling parking lot the following day, her mind still reeling from her encounter with Adam, she couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of dread. She had dealt with one toxic presence in her life, and now it seemed like another one was about to rear its ugly head.

And sure enough, as she rounded a row of cars, there stood Omar, the man her parents intended to marry her off to. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered how her parents were only interested in his family's wealth, disregarding her own desires and happiness.

Omar's eyes locked onto Malika, a sly smile stretching across his face. His possessiveness was palpable, and it made her stomach churn.

What is he doing here?!!

"Well, well, well, look who it is," Omar sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Malika, my dear, I've have missed you."

He reek of alcohol.

Her heart raced as she took an instinctive step backwards, her eyes darting around for any sign of help. She wished that Aisha, was by her side, but circumstances had forced them apart today again.

Adam, who had been lingering at the edge of the parking lot after noticed the tension. He have been stalking Malika in school this few days. He swiftly made his way towards her. His eyes locked onto Omar, his expression filled with a mix of distaste and determination.

"Malika, are you okay?" Adam asked, his voice steady and protective.

Before she could react, Omar reached out towards her, attempting to touch her arm. Reacting with every ounce of strength she had left, she wrenched herself away from his grasp.

"Don't you dare touch me!" she shouted, her voice laced with anger and defiance.

Adam stepped in front of Malika, a protective barrier between her and Omar. He stared at Omar with in rage, ready to punch him.

"Get the fuck out of here!!" Adam warned, his voice firm. "Or do you wants to spend the next few months in the ICU? Ahhh....I think you don't wants that to happened."

Omar's eyes burned with fury as he clenched his fists. "You're making a mistake, Malika," he snarled, his voice laced with threat as he looked behind Adam. "You will marry me. I promise you this!"

Fear flickered in her eyes, but she refused to back down. She had endured enough pain and manipulation.

Adam stood tall and intimidated."Get lost!!"

Omar's face twisted into a mask of rage as he realized he couldn't deal with Adam. With a final, venomous glare, he turned on his heel and stormed off.

Malika let out a shaky breath, her body trembling from the intensity of the encounter. She felt a mixture of relief and anger.

"Are you stalking me now?!!"

Adam was dead silent and Malika continue her rants."I told you to stay the fuck away from me!! Don't you ever show your face to me!!"

She fish her car key and walked to the car before driving off in speed.

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