Destined Hearts

Chapter 51

Madeenah's POV

My appointment was booked for Friday. I had finally called the hospital today morning after Hamma's insistence. So I would be going for a check up in two days. Apparently a lot of women were pregnant around this time because they had back to back appointments. I wish it was even further away.

It's not that I don't want to know about my baby. I do. So much. But it felt wrong going there alone. Well I wouldn't be alone since Hafsa insisted to come with me when I finally spoke to her yesterday and confessed everything. So yes, I wasn't alone but Muhammad is supposed to be the one going with me. He's supposed to be here celebrating with me about this but instead I'm in front of Hamma's TV in the same hoodie and pajamas pants I got from Hamma, watching movies.

I've lasted the whole morning and afternoon without crying and it's an achievement from the past week. I promised myself I wouldn't cry but it didn't last. Every morning I woke up, alone in an unfamiliar room, I would cry. Because I missed him. I missed waking up with him and having Inayah rush in to convince us to do one thing or the other. Her birthday was even coming up soon, just a week before mine. And to think I wouldn't be there just made me cry more.

But I would be fine. Technically she's still my niece and I can't avoid the family forever especially with me living here. I'm just not ready to figure all that out yet.

I glance at my phone beside me, a bit upset. He hasn't called me at all for the past two days. His last call was on Monday and it's been radio silence since then. I have no right to be upset though. It's what I wanted right? For him to leave me alone and divorce me. But he swore up and down that he won't and he's already given up. Just points to why I shouldn't trust him if he can't even be stubborn for more than a week.

My phone lit up with a notification from Hafsa.

Hafsa: I'll send you the notes now but what about your final project. It's submitted by Tuesday then we give our defense too.

I sigh before picking up my phone to reply.

Madeenah: It's already done. I just left it at home so I need to find a way to get it.

Hafsa: I can go get for you. With your brother if you don't want to face him.

Madeenah: No it's fine. I'll figure it out. Thank you though.

Hafsa: You're my best friend. I would do it no hesitation.

Madeenah: You're my best friend too. And I love you.

Hafsa: Love you. Take care of yourself and I'll see you Friday.

Madeenah: Yes ma. See you then.

I drop my phone beside me on the couch and plop my head on the pillows, muffling a groan. I totally forgot about the final project and my defense. Luckily I was finished with both but I had stupidly left my school stuff at home. My project and defense was sitting in his office because he said it would be safer there. Now I have to figure out how to get it before Tuesday.

At this point it's as if the world is working its magic just to get us together. First the pregnancy and now this. I need to just do it quick and get it over with. Maybe I just go with Hamma so I have support. Because I know if I bump into him, a few words from him, a few promises and a few kisses and I'll be back in his arms. And I can't do that. Not anymore.

When I get hungry after a while of sitting and rotting on the couch. I get up to warm up some of the rice I made for us yesterday for dinner. I'm surprised there's leftovers based on how Hamma devoured it. Subconsciously I even made chili oil because I was so used to it. I was about to pour it away when Hamma stopped me. I forgot he loves things spicy too.