Destined Hearts

Chapter 28

Madeenah's POV

I close the door behind me after taking the lunch basket that Mami has been sending for the past three days. I drop it on the dining table as I usually do then grab a single plate for myself and pour the rice onto my plate. I watch TikTok as I eat not once glancing at the head of the table where Ya Muhammad should be. I stopped setting the table with him after yesterday, when in my haze of loneliness, I called him, and he didn't pick. I cried myself to sleep that night.

I eat the rice, leave the food on the dining in case I get hungry later. The food is always too much for me. I've spent the last three days doing the same thing over and over again. I wake up, take a shower, cook breakfast, read a book or two, watch TikTok or Netflix and then I fall asleep sad. It's been the same thing over and over again. I don't know when he's coming back, and I'm supposed to be going back to school in two weeks.

I grab a bottle of water from the kitchen then leave through the other door and into the foyer, rather than the one into the dining room. I head back upstairs and settle in my own living room as I put on Grey's anatomy. I just started the show two days ago and I'm in season 2 already.

I take off the abaya I threw on top of the pink bodycon dress I slipped on this morning and put it on the ottoman. I lay down on the couch and press play hoping to see more of Meredith and Derek together.

The show was still playing when my phone started blasting the adhaan. I fell asleep while watching. I silence the notification then stretch my body and crack my neck. I fell asleep in a not-so comfortable position. I slowly get up, snatch up my scrunchie that had fallen off my head, pause the episode then turn to head to my room to pray. I don't get far before I stop in my tracks.

Ya Muhammad is standing and leaning by the door as he stares at me. I stand there frozen as I also stare at him. His dark eyes bore into my light ones, and it slowly moves down to the rest of my body. I have never been in something as revealing as this in front of him, my cleavage was showing, and it was moulded to my body and my hair is falling down my shoulders. His eyes darkened, more than they usually are, and his jaw flexed.

I snatch up my abaya on the seat and quickly put it on before looking back at him. "You're back." Was the first thing that left my mouth.

He looks at me, his jaw clenching one more time. "Yes."

I nod my head slowly, figuring out what to say. "Do you want to eat? There's food downstairs."

He just shakes his head before he glances at the TV to see what I am watching. I glance at it too and feel heat fly up my cheeks. It is a scene with Meredith and Derek fully making out. When I look back at him he just raises one eyebrow, and I see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Asma was looking for you." I blurt out remembering Asma's rant to me earlier. "She texted me saying you aren't picking her calls."

"I was in the air. I just saw it." He says.

And that's when it hits me. He's just coming back from a three-day trip. A trip he took hours after our wedding. The trip he informed me about as he told me he wouldn't love me. I look away from him as I start to move towards him to walk past and head to my room.

A part of me wants him to stop me, grab my arm and take back everything he said. He doesn't stop me. My arm brushes up against him and I quickly pull it back into me as I head into my room.

His voice stops me right before I shut my door. "We're going to go pick up Inayah after you pray."

I just nod my head.

I have a small nook where my prayer mat, hijab and Quran are. It also has a small window giving me a view of the sky, which makes making dua more beautiful during Maghrib and Fajr. I pray then enter the bathroom to brush my teeth. I enter my closet and pick out one of my new atampa, a white and pale pink skirt and blouse. I apply a little bit of makeup then tie my headscarf and pick a pink veil to go with it. I look at myself in the long mirror in the closet, to make sure I look appropriate to visit my in-laws for the first time after being married, and luckily I look pretty.