Running Out Of Time

Chapter 9

Ameera's POV
                      As we headed to Zayn's house, we sat in uncomfortable silence throughout. My head was down the whole journey. I couldn't bring my head up to look at him, I didn't want to see his ugly face anyways.
When we finally arrived at what looked like a mansion I assume to be his house, we both got down from the car. As I proceeded to carry my bag from the car, he motioned to me to drop it. "I'll carry it, you can leave it." he said.
I wasn't in any mood to argue as I just left him with the bags and moved toward the mansion. I knocked on the door, but I got no reply. I felt somebody behind me, but I didn't bother to look back at whoever it was because I already knew.
"You should ring the bell. Nobody in the house can possibly hear you knocking. " Ya Allah, how stupid was I becoming. What was wrong with me. I noticed the bell by the left side of the door and I moved forward to ring it.
After like 10 seconds, the door was opened by a woman in her late thirties, probably." Good evening sir and ma" she greeted as we entered the house. The house was big and beautiful. Like really beautiful. My mouth formed a wow as we entered fully. The living room was magnificent. "Do you like it?" Zayn asked.
"It's not as if I have a choice "I replied sarcastically. I didn't turn back to see his reaction." Please could you show me to my room? "I asked." About that Ameera, we'll have to sleep in the same room, I can't possibly leave you to stay on your own "he replied.
I turned around to look at him." You must be kidding me. I can't sleep in the same room with you "I said. The woman who was with us earlier had left already." You have to, and I am not arguing with you any further. If you want to know the way, it's better you follow me now " he said as he started going towards the staircase. I huffed as I began to walk behind him.
The room looked really beautiful. If beautiful could even describe it. This was my dream bedroom. He dropped our bags down and made his way to the bathroom. I forgot he was still carrying the bags.
I rushed to open my box to take out a nightie before he came back out. When I opened the box of my clothes expecting to find a very decent pyjamas to wear, I found none. My mom had packed gowns for me as pyjamas. Not long ones. Short ones. I couldn't possibly wear this in front of him. No way.
Before I could go on contemplating on what to wear, Zayn came out of the bathroom wearing a white tee and a short. His hair was still wet from the bath and it fell on his eyes. I averted my gaze as I quickly grabbed a nightie and went into the bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom, I heaved a sign of relief I didn't know I was holding. I looked at myself in the mirror for a while. My makeup was smudged on my face. Dry tears were on my face. I washed my face with warm  water and I began trying to unzip my cloth. My hand couldn't even get to the zip. I tried and tried and tried but nothing happened. After what seemed like an hour, I had to go out to ask for help. When I got outside, Zayn was on his laptop . I cleared my throat, and he looked at me. "Can I help you with something?" he asked "I think I need help because my zip isn't budging" I replied as I turned my back to him.
He pulled down the zip without much effort. "Thank you" I said as I went back to the bathroom. When I was done, I decided to pack me hair in a bun even if some parts kept sticking out. As I got out of the bathroom, I saw him on the bed patiently waiting for me but this time he was on his phone. He looked up when he heard the door click, he stared for a while before he looked away. I made my way to the bed and divided the bed into two with the pillows.
The bed was big enough so I guess he had no reason to pass or come to my territory. He looked at me with an awed expression on his face before he turned of the head lamp and turned his back at me, and I did the same.

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The next day, I was woken up by the sound of an alarm. "Put it off" I mumbled half sleeping."Wake up, it's time for Fajr "A male voice said. I sprung up from the bed and looked around me. My brain clicked as I realized where I was." As Salam alaykum "I said as I looked away." WA alaykum Salam. You should go perform wudhu it's already getting late. I have been trying to wake you up "he said. I mouthed an ohh and a sorry before I went to the bathroom embarrassed.
When I came back outside, he was already setting up the mats. At least he prayed. Thank God." What? I am not that much of a demon you know " he said hurt. Oops. I didn't realize I just said that out." I didn't mean it like that "I said. I wasn't going to say sorry." It's fine "he said without looking back at me.

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When we were done praying he spoke up," I'll go get ready for work". Why was he telling me anyways like I needed to know. Ooh. Maybe he is trying to tell me to get him breakfast. At least that was what 'normal' wives do right.
I stood up, packed the mat and went downstairs to make him breakfast. When I got downstairs, the woman i saw from yesterday was already in the kitchen cooking. "Good morning Ma'am" She said as she noticed me by the door. "Morning. And you can call me Ameera. Ma'am makes me feel old, and you are?" I asked. She chuckled before she replied "I am Mrs Jones, Ameera".
"Okay Mrs Jones, nice meeting you. Can I do anything to help? "I asked." No you don't need to, and I am done anyways "she replied giving the dining table a final look." Do you do this every morning? "I asked." Yes Mrs Ahmad, it's my job "she replied.
" I still prefer Ameera to Mrs Ahmad"i said. "Really?" a voice coming from the hallway asked. I turned and faced Zayn. "Yeah. It makes me feel my age" I replied. He looked at me quizzically before he replied "Sure, anything for Mrs Ahmad" he replied as he chuckled.
I scoffed as I turned to go upstairs. "Have fun at work" I said. "Sure, I would Mrs Ahmad" he said again with amusement in his voice. I scoffed as I went upstairs without repeating another word.

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