Sold For Marriage

5. Will you be there for me when they come?

ZYNAH

"Zynah? What's wrong?" Nazrudin asks and get closer to me. "Are you alright?"

The nurse stare at me with calm eyes, as if saying that it'll be okay. My breathing comes and goes unevenly. My heartbeat too fast for me to calm myself down.

It's like as if the devil is choking me, killing me. I can't breathe and it feels like as I'm drowning.

Flashes of images went inside into my head. Voices screaming and hitting. Sharp kitchen knives were slashing to my skin.

"Zynah?" I hear Nazrudin call out to me.

I clutch the fabric lying top of my chest. The memories are coming back. More faster and more faster than I can handle with this body.

Mother screaming worthless as she slaps me across the face. Bloody cheeks that caused by her unclipped nails. She pulled me by my long hair into the bathroom and pushed me down to the toilet.

She drowned my head into and pulled my hair again. The cycle goes on and on until she got bored of it and left me in the bathroom alone, weeping by myself. Or so I thought.

She came back in a few minutes with a syringe. Slowly squirting out the liquid inside.

Mother pulled my arm violent towards her and pulled my whole body with it to the living room.

She threw me to the dirty crouch and strangle me by sitting on top of me with her left hand choking my throat.

"You shouldn't exist, no one wants you here darling" she said with venom. Licking her dry lips with her tongue.

My hair at every places almost covering my eyes, I could hardly see her. Tears were blurring me but I still can see the eyes of a devil.

She squirt out a liquid from the syringe right in front of me before she-

"ZYNAH!" I immediately snap my head up hearing my name called by someone. Realizing it by now, Nazrudin is looking straight at me.

His hands are on my shoulder and his face inches away from my own. I stare at his eyes that is full of worry and his eyebrows furrow. "It is going to be okay alright?"

He takes out his handkerchief and wipe my tears. Realizing it by now, I am crying. My head down, facing my lap and try to wipe my tears.

Silence engulf the room, I know Nazrudin is still staring at me even though I am looking down. Farukh and the nurse keep the silence until I broke it with a nod and look up at Nazrudin with a small smile.

Looking at me one more time, he smiled and nod to the nurse to continue. He turn his head back to me and look at me in the eye.

"Look at me alright?" he smile taking my head into both of his hands and keep my head in place so that my eyes are on the same level as him. "I am here, and it will not hurt okay"

Boy, I would be red by now but this is not the time. I know it is haraam to look at your non-mahram but I have no choice but to stare at his calming green eyes.

I don't know, its just that his eyes are so beautiful. Subhanallah, look at this beautiful man created by Allah. I blush and hit myself mentally when I realize I just called this man beautiful.

"jaiaidbwkiskdkfhdjd" and yes that is me squealing in my mind.

"And now you're done" without even realizing, the nurse tap a cotton bud on my crux. I look at it with shock. And look at the nurse with a jaw drop.

"Well, you did make such a nice distraction there young man" she laughed at Nazrudin.

He stood up and pat his chest where his heart is placed and state with pride "Well, who can deny such a majestic creature as I am?"