Fickle

Chapter 9

“Are you going to talk or what?” Abdullah grew impatient with her debating tears and had to ask. 

“Look;” she started, “I do not owe you an explanation or anything like that, so why don't you just lay down and stop bugging me. I am done playing nicely with you” What came over her? She just became suddenly angry and saw fit to vent it on him. Abdullah stared at her for a few more seconds before he decided to let everything go. He laid back down and turned his back to her feeling insulted. Or more like…. Frustrated. He knew she was still in the room because that silent sigh that escaped her lips would be the like the thirtieth she had released. 

“Look I didn't mean to shout at you or something, I…” she trailed off. She didn't know what to say to him. She was angry at herself, angry with General for soiling her mood, and even with Abdullah. Well, she had been angry with him since before now, but still, she just couldn't bring herself to tell him and the more he was pressing on the matter, the more tongue tied she became and it annoyed her.

Lord, she was fuming with frustration, and she had no way of letting it out. Well, at least not now. The person she really wants to vent all her frustration on was her patient, and she couldn't risk anything happening to him now because of her personal vendetta. She would treat him now, and then after, she could take her revenge or whatever she's planned on doing to him. Her phone ranged, easing up the awkward air around them, and she immediately picked it up. 

“Hello, Ismael? Is that you?” And it was silent for a few seconds. “No worries, I will be back tonight, I promise. Just take care of yourself, okay? I don't want anything to happen to you, you mean a lot to me” she continued with her conversation like Abdullah was not even present. It was like she was trying to make him jealous, but that wasn't the case. To Abdullah, she might be in a relationship with another man that was way better than him, and that alone made his blood boil. 

‘Ismael? Who the hell was he, and why is she talking to him the way she is now? Is she really married for real?’ Lord Kulthum was making him lose his senses. What was that? That sting he felt, what was it? He feels like he had lost. He had lost her finally, and that realisation alone made him to what to….. cry? 

He wanted to cry?! Wow!! That was… unexpected. But that was the truth. The tight lump he felt in his throat was not of anger but the realisation that he had finally lost her to someone else, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

“Abdullah, are you sleeping?” He heard her voice. He wanted to ask her who the guy was but decided to pretend that he was sleeping. Because even if he had asked her, he was sure as hell he wasn't ready for the answer she was going to him, so he just kept mum. “Are you sleeping already?” She asked again, this time coming to his side. 

“Oh thank God, I was just about to call you” he heard her. 

“Yeah, I came to check up on his royal highness. How is he doing now?” 

“He just fell asleep not long ago” she answered. “I need to go back home and take care of a few things. Will you be okay alone?” 

“Yeah off course, take care of yourself your highness” she nodded 

“Call me if anything happens, okay?” 

“I will” he bowed as she walked past him. When she exited the door, he walked up to Abdullah and placed the fresh basket of assorted fruits he bought for him and went back to the couch to take some rest. It had been quite a day for him, too. Some will say, "It's eventful and interesting, but for him, it was far from that. Someone should remind him not to talk to a lady again, especially if that particular lady is Kulthum’s personal assistant. She's more than a handful. He sighed angrily, pulling out his phone and guess what?