JazakAllah khair (Thank you ) for all of your messages. It's all of you that motivate me to write. So JazakAllah khair for all of the support. <3
Take a minute to watch the video above, I truly love it. The way the individual addresses the topic of women working outside of their home in addition to taking care of the household may be a little misinterpreted, so be careful.
Hope you have a lovely day or night. :)
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The room finally turns quiet.
Like really quiet.
Even the painful coughing fit has tamed down.
My throat continues to scratch however.
I sink in my chair and quickly find myself mesmerized by the little yellow stain foreign to the white blouse Cici is wearing. It is just so prominent, I can't seem to ignore it.
Especially now.
I can almost hear Cici's expectance, it is the only loud noise.
My fingers are drowning in seizures, my head exploding.
I know there is no way out of this.
If I run now, she'd know.
She'd know everything.
And I'd already ruined it by the intentional chocking.
It was all to buy time.
And I did receive time.
But the clock starts ticking faster as I continue to lag behind.
It was now or never.
Just do it.
I open my mouth up twice and then again, but I just can't say anything.
Not even my mother knew.
Was this the right time?
Maybe it wasn't.
I needed more time.
I look up to meet her insanely blue eyes. They are almost smiling.
And as soon as I do, I feel pressure in every crevice of my skin.
Her eyebrows arch in a way that make it seem as though she knows and just needs affirmation.
And that's where I falter.
I couldn't admit it.
There was no way.
I wasn't even sure myself if these feelings were authentic.
Hence, I continue speaking silence.
"Aamirah?"
"Hm?" My throat is already drying up.
She's on to me.
"Did you hear my question?"
I nod my head and accidentally find myself gazing at Adam's hoodie lying in my lap. My eyes widen as I realize its presence, but I quickly compose myself.
If I tell her, she'd tell Adam.
And I couldn't live with myself if he got confirmation.
Especially if he has no mutual reciprocate of the emotion, because that would kill me.
So I did the next best thing.
I denied.
"I don't."
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