Broken trust

chapter nine

'Well I take it congratulations are in order.' Najeeb manages to say after a long time of silence. I raised my eyes to look at him, I don't know why but I couldn't interpret the expression on his face. I wonder how he manages to hide his expression, I couldn't get any answers from his eyes and I brought down my gaze. Silence falls again for about ten minutes. 'what should I do?' I asked with a voice I doubt was mine. 'that question I'm afraid I can't answer Amal.' Just then, the door opened and a guy came in, he is very muscular and has a scary attitude. He goes over to Najeeb and whispered something in his ear. He looked disturbed and sent the guy on his way. He walked slowly to me and sat on the seat closer to mine. 'this situation just keeps getting worse'. He started. 'Amal, you need to think carefully and decide what to do because this is your life, I will not decide for you, no one should.' He moves closer and I could feel his warm breath on my hands. 'Whatever you decide, I will support you, you've been in enough pain as it is'.

'Thank you, for your never ending support'. I manage to say. He smiles at me and then he left. What should I do? Shall I keep this baby? I put my hand to feel my stomach; I still couldn't believe a life is growing inside me.

Seconds past and turn to minutes, minutes past into hours and I still didn't come up with a solution. After a long time thinking I finally left Najeeb's house and headed to mine. I finally decide to keep my baby; after all none of this is its fault...my baby.

On reaching my house...our house. I noticed Hameed's car parked outside. Great, now I have to tell him, back to my life of pretence... well think I better get it over with.

'Assaalam Alaykum'. I greeted as I came in.' Waalaikum Assalaam, baby dearest you are back how was the result from the hospital? Is it good news? Hameed asked coming towards me. How ironic, good news? Yeah I doubt that. 'I guess..' I trailed of looking at him thinking if I should tell him or not. Well I should just tell him, even if I don't he will find out anyway if he does he will know I'm unto him which will not turn out well. My only key is element of surprise; he still thinks I'm that idiot of a wife. 'babe, are you alright'. His voice brought me back from my thoughts. 'yeah, I guess.' I answered and offered him a smile. I sat on the couch and Hameed followed suit. 'so? What happened?' he asked taking my hand and placed a light kiss in my palm. I felt ticklish and I hated it. 'Hameed, I am pregnant'. As those words left my mouth I saw something in his eyes, I couldn't exactly say what that look meant but it was there and like a flash he switched his emotions. If I were the Amal 7 years ago, I wouldn't notice the look but everything seem to be clearer these days and that scares me, I am just a curious wife but coming upon these huge revelation is just...exhausting. 'w..what?' he asked after some agonizing seconds of my life. 'arr..are you sure,?' I looked into his eyes eager to know what he's thinking, but Hameed kept a neutral expression, I couldn't get any answer from those eyes... those eyes I loved forever. 'I am pregnant' I repeated as I handed him the result and my eyes never leaving his. He finally broke our staring contest and focused his eyes on the paper that brought CHANGE. Suddenly I felt his arms wrap over me so hard that I fell on the couch and Hameed lay on top me. Well that was unexpected. 'Ha...Hameed.' I managed to get the words out because I am finding it difficult to breath due to his weight and his reaction caught me by surprise. 'br..breathing is a little difficult for me dd...down here'. He quickly got up and pulled me up, I was surprised to see tears in his eyes and they look so genuine. Ohh God, who is this really? I can't seem to get him, one time he's the big bad trying to kill my Dad and he shed tears when I tell him I'm pregnant. Is he not supposed to be angry or try something bad...does he really want the baby? Is this all part of the act? Is he that great an actor? Or is he genuinely happy..? I kept thinking and staring at Hameed confused. 'I am so happy Amal, you just made me the most happiest man on earth. This... this news is the happiest news you've ever given me, thank you baby dearest. I love you' he kissed me and held me in his arms so tight. We remained silent as we enjoyed the moment and I finally gave up all my fears, doubt and insecurities because at this very moment Hameed is the Hameed I never met, the real Hameed not the façade he puts on. This Hameed here, is the innocent boy whose father was killed and I, even though I knew he won't be here for long decided to be selfish, to put everything aside and enjoy his embrace, his warmth, his genuine happiness and deep down his love for me. Because I know for sure not all those 7 years were pretence, one moment in all those years he fell for me... and I fell for him hard.