You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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"Did she fell asleep?" I ask looking at Manar who picked up a sleeping Noor from the couch.
"She did." She nods. "I might need to change her diaper."
I point upstairs. "You can use one of the guest rooms, should I..." I hesitate. I don't think she would be comfortable if I guide her to a room. "Eman can guide you."
Eman who had just walked out of the kitchen, nods, guess she heard our conversation. "I can, let's go."
She blinks at me and grabs Noor's diaper bag and guides Manar upstairs.
Manar gives me a small smile before following Eman.
I frown. Something isn't right. She didn't looked like yesterday. She was smiling yesterday. Her eyes were smiling.
Something was off. I could tell the moment she got out of the car. She had dark circles marring under her eyes and her face looked pale.
Maybe she isn't well or didn't slept well last night.
"I am ordering ice cream."
I look back at Zayed. "I think we do have some in freezer. Saboor ordered it few days ago."
He clicks his tongue. "Nah, I saw those. Don't like the flavours."
"Fine." I shake my head. He is such a kid.
"Do you want?" He offers.
"No." I deny. "I am going upstairs to my room."
He gives me a two finger salute. "See ya."
"Ah wait, Mahib, I have few ideas regarding the social media accounts."
I shrug. "Why don't we discuss it with Eman?"
"I will but I want both of your opinions on it."
I nod, walking towards him. "Alright."
He explains the idea of connecting with people through creative content which has a high forty nine percent chance of increasing our market value.
I look at his tablet. "That's...impressive. Where have you been all this time?"
He chuckles. "Waiting for my time to shine."
The intercom rings. Zayed closes the cover of his tablet. "Must be my ice cream."
As he goes to take his order, I go upstairs to my room.
As I walk in the first floor foyer, I notice Manar standing by the frames hung above the fire mantle.
Those are my drawing which mama had hung on my portion.
"I made them in high school." I say walking towards her.
Her shoulders bunch up in surprise. "They are so beautiful." She looks at the paintings. "So perfect."
