Marrying the son of Asraf 2

🌿Fifty ~ 3🌿

"Mummy, is Mama going to be alright?" Azman asked, seating on her laps.

She brushes his soft hair and cups his cute face in her palms. "I hope so too Azman. I hope so." She whispers, fighting the urge not to cry. Azman places his hands on his mother's face, rubbing it up and down, consoling her when Faruq walked up to them. Sumayyah immediately held Azman as she stood up, hoping to hear the good news but upon seeing Faruq distressed emotion, she retained her expectation.

"How is she?"

"S... she is still struggling but now she is asleep. I... i don't know what to do Sumayyah. I don't want to lose the both of them, what do i do, why can't she give birth today? What's going on?" He asked, breaking down. The first thing that came to her mind was Faruq's desperation to have a family of his own. Working his butt for his wife and unborn child, to prove his family with what his family never provided him with. Hw is strong but weak.

Sumayyah tried to calm him down but nothing she could tell him that would make him feel better. So, all she did was. "You should stay the night with her until she delivers." She suggested.

"But what about you? You should..."

"Tsk! Stop it Faruq. She is your wife and I am not. You know that, don't you?" She whispers, emphasising on every word, showing how pissed off she is at his behaviour.  He always tries to put her first and doesn't care if his wife is watching. Even though Rukkayyah is so understanding that she lets things slide, deep down she is hurt. "Listen to me. She needs you now more than I need you. Please, just stay. I will send Asma'u later to bring you a change of clothes and some food. Please, I am begging you. You should be the one beside her when she wakes up.  Okay?” she said.

He reluctantly nodded and with a sligh pat on his shoulder, she held Azman tightly on her shoulder as he waved at him Faruq while they walked out with Asma'u. 

By the time they got back home, Summayyah headed straight to Faruq's room to find a change of cloth for him in his wardrobe while ordering Asma'u on the kind of dish she would be making before she returned back to the hospital. 

Meanwhile, Ibrahim, Faisal and Arif were all seated in Ibrahim's office, calculating in their heads what must have happened to Khalil losing his brakes. There weren't any remains of Khalil's car that would give them a clue. However, Ibrahim never stopped suspecting Aisha and thinks she has a hand in this.

"I do not think she did it.!" Faisal stated, with his voice giving off annoyance. 

Ibrahim groans. "Look. I am sorry that we are blaming your sister, but we can not hide the fact that she is a suspect or else, who would have come to their house to dismantle the brakes. If so, then..." he stopped mid sentence as the two men turned to him in question. "...why don't we ask the gatemen, he would know." He added.

Arif scoffs. "What if he is even the one that did it and lies."

"We can threaten him. I can not let my brother's condition go in vain. I must find whoever did this to him, even if it were his Qadr." Ibrahim swore, tightening his fist into a  bun.

Later in the evening, Faisal called Halima to meet him at the millennium park and she drove there right away from her workplace. She called to ask him where he was and he told her that he was at the water foundation area, where a group of boy bands were singing and Alas! She found him there.

"Hello there, I was surprised to see your call. Been a while." She greeted, walking up to him. He turned immediately and smiled. Just by looking at her, he felt as if his worries had vanished and that  he should hug her. She stared at him for a few seconds and frowned. 

"Are you alright? Did something happen? Did Khalil refuse to put you back in your position?" She asked and shook his head. Even though he was smiling at her, she could still see through him. All the pains he is enduring.