My secret love

pt.7 (smut)

Aira's POV

Another message appeared on my screen.
"Can you blame me? You kept me up late last night."
My heart skipped a beat as I read the messag.
"Oh, so now you're blaming me for your sleepiness?" I replied. "I see how it is. Convenient excuse."
His reply came in.
"Hey, it's not my fault you're too distracting."
I couldn't help but smile, secretly enjoying his playful flirting.
I was in the middle of replying to Ibrahim's message when Aisha walked into my room, interrupting our conversation. I put down my phone and looked up at her.
"What's up?" I asked, slightly annoyed by the interruption.
My sister flopped down on my bed, making herself comfortable.
"What are you doing?" she asked, eyeing my laptop and phone.
"Just working on some university assignments," I replied, gesturing to my laptop. "And talking to Fatima," I lied.
My sister raised an eyebrow sceptically.
"Talking to Fatima, huh? Can I see?"
She reached for my phone playfully.
I quickly snatched my phone away, protectively clutching it.
"No, you can't see," I protested, hiding my screen from her curious gaze. "Give me some privacy, will you?"
As I held my phone away from my snoopy sister, I noticed that Ibrahim's messages were still coming through. The constant buzzing was hard to ignore, and I could sense my sister's increasing curiosity.
My sister glanced between my phone and me, her expression growing sly.
"Who is texting you so much? Is it someone special?" she teased, a knowing smirk on her face.
"I told you it's fucking Fatima, now go before I call mama," I said while shouting at her.
My sister's smirk faded as I snapped at her.
"Alright, alright," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. "No need to get all worked up. I'm just messing with you."
She got up from my bed and started heading towards my door.
As my sister left my room, I breathed a sigh of relief and looked back down at my phone. Ibrahim's messages were still coming in, and I quickly responded, trying to pick up where we left off.
After a few minutes of texting back and forth, Ibrahim dropped the bombshell: he wanted to meet up face to face.
"No, Ibrahim, we were literally together for one week, and I just got back home yesterday. So don't even dare to come here," I typed back
A moment later, Ibrahim responded, expressing his eagerness to see me again.
"Come on, babe, just for a little bit. I miss you so much already. I need to see your beautiful face."
"Ibrahim, stop being a child, no means no."
"Please, just for 5 minutes, I swear I will come to your room, be with you for 5 minutes, and then go.
I sighed, feeling my resolve weaken. His persistence was wearing me down.
"Alright, fine. But only 5 minutes, I mean it. And you better keep your promise and leave right after. And don't come right now, come at night."
"Fine, I'll come at night," Ibrahim replied. "But I'm counting the minutes until I can see you again."
I shook my head, both annoyed and amused by his determination.
"OK, I need to go now, bye," I typed, finishing the conversation.
After bidding Ibrahim farewell, I leaned back against my pillow, feeling a mix of irritation and excitement. His persistence was both annoying and endearing. I glanced at the clock, realizing it was already lunch. I had some hours to kill before Ibrahim's nighttime visit, so I decided to go to Mama.
I headed down to the kitchen, where Mama was preparing lunch. As soon as she saw me, a warm smile spread across her face.
"There you are," she said, her voice filled with affection. "Just in time for lunch. I've made your favourite food today."
I smiled back, feeling my irritation slowly melt away at Mama's words.
"Thanks, Mama," I said, taking a seat at the dining table. "You always know how to make me happy."
"Dinners almost done, and tell me how was the wedding, did you have fun there?" My mom asked while giving me the plats to put on the dining table.
I placed the plates on the table and replied, "It was great, Mama. The wedding was beautiful, and Fatima and Arham looked so happy together."
Mama smiled and nodded, pleased to hear my positive report.
"That's great. I'm so happy for them, and now tell me when you are going back to university?"
"From tomorrow, Mama," I answered back.
"Tomorrow?" Mama repeated, sounding a little surprised. "So soon? You just got back yesterday."
"Yeah, I know, but what will I even do at home, I think it's better to just start university from tomorrow," I answered.
Mama considered my words for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"I suppose you're right," she said.
"Now go and call everyone for lunch.
"Alright, Mama. I'll go and call everyone," I said. I got up from my seat and left the kitchen. I walked through the house, calling out to my family members, informing them that lunch was ready.
One by one, my family members trickled into the dining hall, taking their seats at the table. Mama had prepared a delicious meal, making our mouths water. We started to dig in, passing dishes around and engaging in casual conversations.
"Where's Ali?" My dad asked my mom.
"He's out with his friends," my mom answered.
My dad nodded and continued eating his food.
I was curious about my brother's whereabouts but didn't give it much thought. Focusing on my food instead, I eavesdropped on my parents' conversation.
After we all finished lunch, I volunteered to wash the dishes. My family members left the table, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I filled the sink with hot water and started scrubbing the dishes.
After I was done with dishes. I dried my hands and stepped out of the kitchen. It was still afternoon, and I had a few more hours to kill before Ibrahim's arrival. I was feeling restless, knowing that he was coming to meet me.
I wanted to give my mind some peace, so I decided to spend time in the garden sketching.
I settled down on a bench in the garden, surrounded by colourful flowers and greenery. I opened my sketchbook and started drawing, letting my thoughts wander.
As I drew, I felt a sense of tranquillity wash over me. The peaceful environment and the soothing sound of birds chirping helped calm my nerves.
After sketching for two to three hours, I went to my parents' room to spend some time together. Soon after, we ate dinner, and I went to my room. I started doing my night routine.
I changed into my comfortable night clothes and started my usual nighttime routine, getting ready for bed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and was about to lie down when I remembered that Ibrahim told me that he was gonna come to my house today.
"Maybe he forgot?"
As time passes by, I grow more and more convinced that he has forgotten.
"Thank god," I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and rolled over in bed, snuggling under the covers. Sleep started to claim me as my eyelids grew heavy, and I don't know when I slept.