Destined Hearts

Chaoter 49

Madeenah's POV

I wake up in Hamma's room. It doesn't take me long to recognizes the blue sheets and the stack of files on his desk. I wish it did. I wish I could've pretended for a second that none of this had happened. That I would wake up in his bedroom, wrapped up in his arms and his smell all over me.
He would kiss me, ruffle my hair and then go take a shower to get ready. But it wasn't real. It was over. Me and him were done.

When I arrived here yesterday night, Hamma made me drink my hot chocolate and then asked me if I wanted to talk about it. I didn't. So we just sat in front of the TV and he put on The Princess and the Frog which was my favorite Disney Movie. I laid my head on his lap as I watched and a few tears slipped out. He noticed but he didn't say anything. He just rubbed my head until I feel asleep. I guess he carried me to his room because he mentioned he needed to fix the AC in his guest bedroom.

I slip out of bed, and head out of the room. I can hear Hamma busying himself in the kitchen. When I round the hallway into the kitchen he's stirring something in a pot.

"Good morning." I say softly as I walk to the fridge and grab a bottle of water.

"Afternoon." He corrects with a small smile.

"Oh what time is it?" I ask.

"1 pm. Your phone is in the parlor." He says as he continues stirring what looks like stew.

"Okay." I head to the living room to pick up my phone. "What are you cooking?" I ask.

"Rice and stew. I'll be done soon."

"Okay."

My phone starts ringing in my hand and I look down to see his name. It was just his name. Nothing special but it made me freeze. I didn't move as I watched it ring and ring and ring until it stopped. But it picked back up again.

"Is it him?" I hear Hamma's voice behind me.

I turn to look and just nod in response.

"Do you want to talk to him?" He asks. I shake my head no. "Do you want me to?"

"I don't want him to know I'm here." I say then decline the call.

"Why? Are you scared of him? You can tell me if he hurt you. I'll deal with it." Hamma says.

"He never raised a hand to me. He's not that type of person." I find myself defending him. Because yes he may have been hurtful but Muhammad would never raise his hand to me no matter what.

"Then why?" Hamma presses on.

"Because he'll come here. He said he wouldn't let me go and I know he means it. I just can't go back and I don't want to talk to him." When my phone starts ringing again for the third time I just switch it off completely.

"You sure you don't want to tell me what happened?" He asks.

"I just realized I was never going to be the one for him. And I couldn't live with that anymore." I say.

Hamma opens his mouth to say something but then I feel bile rise up my throat. I cover my mouth and run to the bathroom. A moment later I'm bent over the toilet seat throwing up.

I hear Hamma rushing in behind me and then crouching behind me to rub my back. He whispers soothing words as I heave then runs to grab me water when I spit out the phlegm in my mouth.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah I'm fine." I take a swig of the water, rinse my mouth with it then take a gulp to soothe my parched throat.