Shiddat

fifty two

Rubab's POV

I entered the hotel and looked around, but my dashing husband was nowhere to be seen.

"Come on, Ayesha, he works here. He must be busy," I thought to myself as I sat at a table. The modern glass architecture gave the hotel an aesthetic look.

A waitress came over and asked politely with a diary and pen in her hand, "What would you like to order, ma'am?"

"Um... I want to meet Mr. Taha," I said, looking at her.

She looked at me with narrow eyes.

"Okay, one cappuccino, and please inform him about me," I said, putting the menu card on the table.

She nodded and left.

I looked around, thinking, "Argh, why does this hotel have so much female staff? Allah, Allah, I hope these girls don't cast an evil eye on my husband."

I was peacefully watching people come and go when suddenly a young girl approached me with a beautiful baby in her arms.

My heart sank seeing that delicate baby crying his heart out, his chubby cheeks stained with tears, and his pink lips turned into a pout.

She sat at the table next to me, put the crying baby on the table, and rubbed his back, saying, "Calm down. Argh, why is he crying so much?" She sounded pissed off.

"How could a mother be pissed off because of her baby's crying?" I thought.

My eyes were stuck on his innocent face, and some bitter memories filled my senses.

Here this woman is getting irritated because of her baby's cry, and here I am, who cried countless nights because I wanted to hear my baby's first cry.

We are most ungrateful creatures of Allah

I rubbed my eyes roughly to stop my tears from falling.

A few minutes passed, but the baby was still crying. Instead of feeding or consoling him, the woman took out her phone.

Just then, our eyes met.

She looked at me and then at the baby, whom I was staring at like a miracle.

She stood up, took the baby in her arms, and came to me.

I stood up as she approached my chair.

"Can you please take him for a minute? I need to use the restroom," she said, pleading.

Happiness filled my heart. Ah, Allah, only I know how badly I want to console this baby and show my affection towards him.

"Sure," I said without a second thought, and took the baby into my arms.

She immediately left after thanking me.

"Awww, baby, why are you crying, pumpkin?" I asked childishly and rubbed his back to make him stop.

His blue eyes were shining with tears.

His eye color was typical of Turkish people.

I pecked his forehead. And guess what?

He stopped crying and laughed, thumping his little palms on my cheeks.

I was so overwhelmed and kissed his cheeks.

I was busy admiring this baby and his cute antics of playing with my abaya dupatta and smiling, showing his toothless mouth.

Just then, I heard Taha's voice.

"Rubab, what are you doing here? And whose baby is this?" he asked, looking at the baby boy who was clinging to me and playing with my chain.

"I don't know. His mom needed to use the restroom," I said.