His Nostalgic Love | Halal ff | thv

~ Part 38 ~

At night, they were eating dinner at the dining table when Ahmed asked Mr. Fahad, "Uncle, we need to go back to Seoul now."

Mr. Fahad asked, "But why, my child?"

He replied, "Mom and Aunt Ji-Woo are feeling alone, so Mom called me to come back. She is missing us."

Aira smiled, touched by Ji-so's love and care. Then Mr. Fahad said, "No problem, you can go."

Safia asked, "But when and how will you go to Seoul?"

Ahmed said, "I have my car. We will leave at 11 pm."

She said, "But it will be late at night. Is it safe?"

He nodded and said, "Yes, Aunt, I'm used to traveling between cities, and it's safe."

She felt relieved and asked Aira, "Aira, after dinner, go and do your and Ahmed's packing."

Aira nodded and focused on eating as she was very hungry. Ahmed watched her eating like a baby and smiled. Aira noticed and asked, "What?"

He shook his head and said, "No, nothing."

She insisted, "No, tell me why you are smiling while looking at me," saying this with her mouth full.

Ayeza laughed and said, "Belle, first finish your food, then talk. You are not a child anymore."

They all laughed. After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms and prayed Esha Salah. Ahmed and Mr. Fahad went to the masjid while the ladies prayed in their rooms. After praying, Aira started to pack. She didn't bring many clothes, just one pair for both of them in a small bag. She was about to wear her abaya when Ahmed came in and said, "Stop, baby. Let me admire your beauty one last time. You look so beautiful in that parrot green attire."

She smiled, came closer to him, and spun around once, folding her hands. "Okay, now look at me as much as you want," she said.

He smiled at how cute she was behaving at her own house and said, "You are not like this at our home. What happened to you here?"

She chuckled and said, "This is my old room, so when I'm here, I become like the old little Aira."

He also chuckled, kissed her forehead, and hugged her, saying, "My cute, precious baby."

She smiled and hugged him back. Then he asked, "Are you ready?"

She said, "Yes, I just have to wear my abaya."

He then said, "Okay, wear it and come downstairs. I'm waiting."

She nodded, put on her abaya, took her bag, and went downstairs. They said goodbye to everyone, got into the car, and left.

As Ahmed drove through the silent night, Aira's playful banter brought a smile to her lips. She glanced at him coyly and asked, "What's your name?"

Ahmed looked at her with a mix of amusement and adoration. "Baby, you already know that," he replied, his voice low and gentle.

Aira pretended to whine, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "Tell me again, what's your name?" she insisted, her voice a soft whisper.

"Ahmed," he said, his tone filled with affection.

Aira's lips curved into a seductive smile. "Thank you," she murmured. "I just needed to know what I'll be screaming tonight."

Ahmed couldn't help he immediately spotted a safe spot by the deserted road and pulled over, the moonlight casting a romantic glow around them. Before he could react, Aira flung open the car door and darted onto the empty road, her laughter trailing behind her like a melody in the night.