fated hearts

chapter 25

It's past 10, and Ibrahim is on the couch in the hospital while Asiya is sitting on the hospital bed. "You know you won't go to sleep without anything in your stomach, right?"

"Aşkım, I need to call Mama, please."

"Okay." He walks towards her and hands her his phone. "Tomorrow, I'll buy you one. I wanted to earlier, but I didn't want Amani to stay too late, that's why." He said as he handed her the phone.

"Thank you, Aşkım."

She said, looking into his eyes. "Allah yabarmun kai."

She immediately called her mother. When Mama answered, she began to whine, "Mama, you all left and abandoned me alone?"

Mama answered from the other end, "Such trouble, Auta, isn't your husband there with you?" Mama said teasingly

Asiya started to cry in a spoiled manner, "I want to go home."

"Look, I can't handle this nonsense. May Allah grant you good health, goodnight," Mama said and hung up.

Since she started talking, Ibrahim had been watching her without blinking. Is this how she behaves with her mother? Subhanallah, I forgot she is the youngest, he thought, smiling while stroking his beard.

Asiya pouted, "Why are you staring?"

"Do you want to go home?" She looked at him with teary eyes, about to cry. "Honestly, this bed isn't comfortable for me.

I'll go see your doctor and be right back," Ibrahim said as he turned to leave.

Within five minutes, he was back. "Let's go," he said, picking up her hijab and helping her put it on.

"Where?" she asked, looking at him.

"Home," he said as he approached her and started putting on her hijab.

"Have I been discharged?" she asked.

"No, we'll be back before anyone notices," he answered, bending down to pick her up completely and heading straight to the car. He drove for a short distance and stopped at the gate of Amina Court. They opened the gate for him, and he drove in.

It was a house with four bedrooms. He parked, opened the car door, then went back to carry her inside. The house was very well furnished, everything in beige, white, and brown. It was very beautiful.

He placed her on the L-shaped sofa in the living room and went to get the food he had bought earlier. She sat there quietly.

"Aren't you curious about where this is?" he asked as he opened a bottle of Caesar carrot and orange juice for her.

She smiled, "Clearly, it's not a slaughterhouse. And I know my husband wouldn't bring me somewhere unsafe," she said, adjusting to rest her feet on the couch.

He set down the juice bottle, came over to help her rest her feet on the couch, and then noticed how beautiful her feet were,the black henna looks really amazing on her nails

"Tabarakallahu ahsanul khaleeqeen. Look at those feet. Ibrahim, you're truly lucky," he said, bringing her big toe to his mouth and sucking it like a lollipop. She quickly pulled her foot away. "Aşkımmm," Asiya said, hiding her face. "What? They looks tasty," he said, picking up the juice.

"Oya, drink this. Let’s go to bed; we shouldn’t be late and not return to the hospital on time. The doctor said to bring you back by 8."

"Okay," she said, taking a small sip of the juice before setting it down.

He picked her up, and they went to the bedroom. "What about a bath?" he asked.

"You go first; I'll take one after," she answered, surveying the room.