When Love Blooms

Chapter Sixty

The days blur by with Layla in the daze. More often that she could count, she found herself zone out of the reality.

Thinking, calculating, deciding and worst of all, she has no one to talk to about this. Yes she knew her sisters will always have her back.

But is just so hard to talk to them about this. They will question her, they will judge her and they will look at Rauda with that scar which is something she can't handle.

As for Umma, well she doesn't even want to count on her. For Shuraim, he will just tell her to do what her heart is telling her.

After her discussion with Mommy, she really want to do the right thing not for anyone or anything but for herself and Rauda. They deserve that much chance of happy life, free from people pointing fingers at them or judging them.

Then there is Nabila, whom still believe she is the reason why Jawad is indifferent towards her and more than anything, her words struck her hard that she couldn't even forget it.

So she is left with herself to decide and more often as she look at her daughter, she found herself frighten to the core of what tomorrow will bring if this where to ever go out.

Layla stroll out of her room and then peek her head to the room beside hers where the squealing voice of her daughter could be heard throughout the house.

Aisha is beside her, playing of course. She is 10years older than Rauda but the way she play around with her you will mistake her for another 3 year old.

Layla sighed happily, flipping her semi wet hair from her shoulders which she just washed and blow dry with bunny band holding it from the forehead.

She is in her pyjamas which includes a long trouser and a top, then a robe hanging around from her shoulders knowing Abdulazeez can walk into the house anytime as if he owned it.

She has complained, shouts and even locked him away some few times but he just refused to learn. Sometimes she thinks he is just doing it out of spite for her.

So she mastered the act of ignoring him whenever he come in unannounced. As for Shuraim, he made it obvious he dispise him after the hospital scene so they hardly exchange a word.

Layla picked a plate and dished out the stir-fry spaghetti she made earlier, grabbing a chopsticks and a bottle of water she headed to the sitting room just when Shuraim walk in.

"At this point I wouldn't mind being jobless if it means having my freedom back." He commented as Layla trail her eyes to him.

From all indications, he is just getting back from work which he started few weeks back. Still very much dressed in nice kaftan which is unlike Shuraim. Guy prefer dressing like a begger.

Layla snorted taking gulf of the water before she look at him then said. "I really wish Meena will consider. All that love is because she doesn't know who you really are." She joked.

"She agree to marry a jobless guy what more prove of our love do you need." Shuraim said walking back to the sitting room also holding a bowl of the same food Layla is eating.

Layla chucked looking at the guy that she has so much difference with. Before she got married, they could not even breath the same air but now they have become each other's support for system in a way.

"You know I agree with Aaliya's word..." Layla trailed off serious. "You're rushing..."

The sound from the dial door follow by the touching of the pad made the two siblings to turn to it.

"No Man..." Shuraim groaned in annoyance. "Seriously is 10:30 pm. Why is he here?" He complained frustrated.

Layla could only raised her brow with a heavy sigh. At this point she doesn't have the strength to deal with Abdulazeez. He is like a man child, he will do as he wants regardless of how much it will affect other people.