His Second Addiction

Chapter 46

Aaidah:

It's been one weak already and Aaran kept coming to my house. Everyday there would be a bouquet of flowers and an apology note with it. Apparently Azir likes Aaran's company and wants to spend time with him so I can't ban him from coming to our house. I can't even tell Azir everything. He is still too young to know about what Aaran did to me.

And that's what Aaran is using. He sends the flowers to my room through Azir and if he can't do that then he leaves them outside of my room. Because of him I don't even stay at home nowadays. I stay at office all day until night. That's when I come back home. 

I just got out from my car because the tires of my car got punctured just few blocks away from my house. I called my baba to send one of our man to get the car fixed while I'm walking to my house. I got startled when suddenly Aaran came in front of me. “Aaidah, please! It's been one week since I'm apologizing. What else should I do?” I glared at him which made him take a step back from me.

“Nothing. That would be the best thing for me.” I said through gritted teeth. “I will keep standing here. I will keep apologizing till you look back at me.” I scoffed at what he said. “Well if you want to look like a crazy person by standing in the middle of the road then go ahead. Do it. I don't care about you anymore. I won't be betrayed by you twice.” I moved to the other side, starting to walk towards my house again.

I could hear him yelling a sorry to me continuously. I clenched my fists. No matter what happens I won't look back at him. I can't forget what Aaran Ibrahim did to me. I got shot because of him. He didn’t even save me. He didn’t look at me that day. He had left me alone to die. He used me for his own gains. He used me for his business. He used my body for his satisfaction. I will never forget those things.

As I was thinking all these things suddenly I heard a car screeching sound. I stopped walking immediately. Two or some people are yelling, their tone is laced with panic. In front of me I saw one of our man walking towards me but his eyes widened in shock once he looked behind me. He didn’t greet me. He just ran behind me.

“Madam! Mr. Ibrahim got into an accident. He is injured badly. We need to take him to the hospital.” Our man yelled from behind me. I clenched my fists more tightly. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t even look back. I just came back to my house.

“Aaidah what am I hearing? Aaran got hurt and you didn’t check him?” Baba yells at me. He yelled at me because of Aaran for the first time. I know he would. Baba would support me in everything but not in this matter that I left someone to die. Not just someone. My ex husband. The man I once loved. The man I still love.

I looked at baba. Suddenly tears started to stream down my face. I can't control my tears. They are falling down automatically. Maa also came towards us. She was about to speak but stopped after seeing me cry. “He had left me to die like this.” Both baba and maa froze, unable to say anything.

Baba came closer to me as he pulled me for a hug. He started to caress my back. “I'm sorry for yelling at you.” He says in a gentle voice. “I'm sorry. Baba couldn’t understand what you were going through.” He pulled away from the hug now cupping my face in his hands. Maa also came forward as she put a hand on my shoulder but in a comforting way.

“Go to your room.” I nod my head, finding no energy to talk. “Me and your maa are going to the hospital to see him. Would you mind?” Baba ask gently and I shook my head negatively. Baba kissed my forehead before he and maa moved aside to go out from the house.

I walked to the staircase when maa called me. “I know you are still hurt-” Maa paused before she starts to speak again, “But don't cry too much and hold grudges against him. He might get hurt more.” With that saying maa left. And I was left alone with my tears, pain and thoughts.

I came back to my room and closed the door of my room then I sat down on the floor, hugging my knees close to my chest. I stopped crying. Well I'm forcing myself not to cry anymore. Maa's words are still ringing in my ears. I know why maa said that. She always tells me not to cry too much if someone hurts me. Especially not when I'm praying Salah. Because who knows what that person might go through because of my tears.

I hate Aaran for what he did to me but I'm also not that cold hearted to want him to suffer because of me. Maybe he got into that accident because I cried in front of Allah. My tears are the reason for that. I have never hurt him as I didn’t wanted to see his maa suffering but today he got hurt because of me. If something happens to him then I will never forgive myself. I will feel more guilty knowing I didn’t look back at him even when he got hit by a car, when he got into an accident, when our man yelled at me saying he is injured badly.

I wanted to look back. I wanted to run to him. But I couldn’t. At that moment all I remembered was how he walked away after I was shot that day. How he didn’t even spare me a glance. How he didn’t came to see me when I was in the hospital. I just couldn’t bring myself to care for him. Maybe deep down inside I wanted Aaran to feel what I felt that day. Maybe that's the reason I didn’t look back at him.

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Aaran:

One moment I was saying sorry loudly to Aaidah then the next moment I was hit by car. I fell down on the ground, hitting my head over a big stone that was on the other side of the road. My whole body hurts but my head hurts more. It feels like someone is ripping apart my heart and hitting me on my head with a hammer.

Few people came out of the car rushing towards me. They are panicking, that's noticeable in their tone. A man crouched dowm, checking my pulse. I almost wanted to scoff. My eyes are open and I'm breathing then it's obvious that I'm still alive. Breathing? Yeah barely breathing.

Even as I'm going through immense pain my eyes darted towards Aaidah, on her back. Good that I got hit by a car. Now she will look back at me. Maybe she will also forgive me now. But all my hope shattered when she didn’t look back not even when one of her man told how how badly injured I am.

My chest hurts more now. I can't breath at all. She didn’t look back. She didn’t even when I'm on the verge of dying. But then I remembered that I did the same thing to her. Didn’t I left her to die? So this is what she felt that way when I didn’t help her? When I didn’t look at her? Now I can exactly feel what she felt that day. The pain on my head is nothing compared to the pain I'm feeling on my chest after she didn’t look back at me.

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A/N: Yes, I'm sorry for disappearing and the late update. But I updated. This book will be finished just after one more chapter! That's all for today. Please vote & comment!