Modest Kisses

Chapter Ten

A/N: I am sorry for not updating in a long time. So I owe you an excellent excuse, fortunately for me I have one or I hope I do. Ok, uni resumed and it has been a very hectic journey for me wallah and I really need your prayers. But in shaa Allah I promise to always update as soon as I can. I am not giving up on this book or on you guys either.

CHAPTER TEN.

Things have been going too well it didn't sit well with me. Things have been going too perfect, too perfect I was already holding my breath for the awaited catastrophe. I knew I didn't deserve to have things go too smoothly for me, I wasn't doing anything good and wasn't doing anything better than how I'd been doing it before.

The lift made a little 'ding' noise as it opened revealing the darkly lit hallway too our apartment. The quietness of the whole building ate into my conscience reminding me that once again I was coming home late, and even though Safa hadn't mentioned anything about it, I knew she wasn't happy about it and I guess just like me, she also felt uncomfortable about the too perfect life we were living considering our situation and how she doesn't want to mention it for fear to be the one to bring the perfect harmony crashing upon us.

I turned the door knob, quietly pushing it open hoping not to wake Safa up, but a man can only hope. There in the middle of the sofa sat Safa, she was sat straight her black hair framed her small face, the light was switched off, and the only source of light came from the switched on television which I could bet my bottom dollar she wasn't watching.

My entrance alerted her for she raised her eyes to meet mine, I couldn't read her expression but logic told me it wasn't a good one and then her eyes diverted to the wall clock hung on the wall. It was exactly five minuites past one am. My point exactly, what was she still doing awake? and every nerve in me told me I had landed In trouble, one I wouldn't be getting out off too soon.

"I will go microwave your food" she said as she stood up, I wasn't hungry, I grabbed something at the restaurant opposite my office, but I knew telling her that wasn't exactly a sensible thing to do, so I quietly followed her to the kitchen.

I gently sat on the island stool, as I waited for her to turn around, when she finally did I was able to gauge her expression which was zero to nothing, as blank as an unused canvas could ever be. not even a small dent in between her brows to tell me she was upset or worried or a light movement of her lips to tell me she was about the cry. Nothing. At. All.

She removed the warmed food and served me placing it directly in front of me before sitting opposite me. I nervously lifted my spoon to my mouth and chewed, her gaze was on me, I knew, because my skin tingled but instinct told me to avoid looking at her. And I did as instinct told me.

I was tired of the dead quietness, and my tummy was already sending internal signs to me to stop eating, but with her gaze on me I just had to keep pushing the next spoon full after the next into my mouth and silently pray it doesn't affect me tomorrow . I had to break the silence, I knew it. I knew she was waiting for me to, and that's exactly what I did.

"I am sorry" I blurted out. Then I rose my eyes to meet hers, she scrunched up her brows in mock confusion. And it sparked a little annoyance in me

"Sorry? what for?" Oh my God not this again, she was not going to act like this and pretend she was doing it for fun.

"I don't know, I assume I did something to upset you, because you wouldn't behave like this on a normal day"

"Ohh!! you assume? just an assumption? You don't think you did or you've been doing something bad?" She asked. I knew I fell into the trap, she was waiting to spark and I gave her all the reasons to.