Sold For Marriage

10. Learning sign language

ZYNAH

Zhafir was helpful to me these past few days after I started to live with my family of blood. It was still awkward I must say, but Zhafir and I got closer slowly and steady.

When I rose from my bed, only to give up halfway because of my ribs, Zhafir immediately came to my side. Saying that I have to stay in bed rest. Honestly, yeah, I do need a rest. These past few days or maybe few weeks, I just got bought by Nazrudin which apparently, the shocking thing was, I was a part of a family which is one of the two most richest in the country.

And not forgetting about me forgotten about my ribs too.

"You have an appointment with doctor Aidan tomorrow at the afternoon. Are you okay to move?" Zhafir asked kindly and I smiled at that. It was weird to have brother you knew no of.

As an answer, I nodded to him as he helped me sat down on the bed leaning on the board. After a few seconds of looking at me, Zhafir sat on the side of my bed.

I looked up at him. Expecting him to say something but only to see that he was holding back. A suffering look on his face.

"Zynah I-" he stopped and hung his head low, covering his face with his hands. He sighed in frustrations I can see that as he kept on clenching on his hands.

I stared at his back, collecting the past memories that I have heard from Chris. He said that I was very close with Zhafir when I was a child and that I was the world for him.

And when the news of me being kidnapped, crushed him so bad that he needs to changed. I smiled at the thought of how much a person can love me a lot.

I moved up my arms towards him, ignoring the pain I had and circle them around his shoulders. I could tell that he was really happy and really glad that I was here considering from his shaking body. He calmed down and slowly turned around to to face me and engulfed me into his strong arm.

His tears was soaking my shoulder but I did not care as I do to cried in his chest. The feeling of being loved by someone felt so good. All these years, I've been abused and been hated from my fake parents and I've thought I will be dead. But when Islam came, I know there will be a chance. I know Allah will help me and he did by providing me warmth of my own brother of blood.

So I cried. Probably more harder than the man holding me. But I did not care. I was tired. And cried and cried and cried on his chest.

Zhafir held me more tightly than before and I did not care about the pain. I want the warmth I had never felt before.

The pain in my heart was slowly subsiding as I constantly thanked Allah and I kept on crying on Zhafir's now soaked chest. I wanted to scream out loud, to cry out all of my feelings. Buy everything that came out from my mouth was silence and a constant of stuck screaming. My throat hurts a lot but I did not care as I was now inside a protective cage.

••••••

"After a week, you'll be okay. So get plenty of rest this week alright?" Doctor Aidan said as he scribbled on a paper and I nodded in response.

After a look as if he was in a deep thought, Doctor Aidan stopped writing and looked at me and my mother who sat besides me as Zhafir stand on my left.

Doctor Aidan connected his hands and put them underneath his head with his arms supporting on the desk.

"Would you like to learn Sign Language Zynah?" he asked. Mother and Zhafir turned their heads to me, expecting an answer. But when realization hit, Zhafir then looked at Doctor Aidan with a questioning look.

Doctor Aidan, seeming to get this, gave a shook of his head and said, "I'm really sorry but Zynah, you can't talk anymore"

Talk about being straightforward. Mother then took hold of my hand, her's was shaking so bad as she asked, "So she will be mute forever?"

I looked up at my mother and saw fear in her eyes. I tugged on her sleeve and gave her a smile when she looked down at me.

I know that I can't speak anymore and I don't even know if I even remember how to talk. I have not talked for over a decade and I actually got used to it already.

This news was not really shocking hut to my family, it probably does.

I looked up at Doctor Aidan and nodded my head. I want to communicate with others and sign language are the only thing that I can do. Come to think about it, I don't even know how to read or write either.

"Well then Zynah. I'll call someone to help you to learn it" he grinned and we left after we gave each other salams.

Before we walked to the car and went home, Zhafir and I sat down on the patients' chairs as mother went to the counter to take my medicines which I hate taking.

I was kicking the air as I played with my fingers until someone decided to asked me a question.

"Excuse me miss, can I sit here? All seats were taken" a young man probably around 21 in a beanie asked as he point to the chair beside me.

I shook my head that I don't mind him sitting there and stared as he put sat down and put his crutches between his legs. He got a nose oxygen thingy which I saw a few people in the hospital uses. He was wearing a jacket and he opened a book that he bought with him.

After a few minutes, mother came back with my medications. She gave them to Zhafir and she walked out again to go to the toilet.

Zhafir grunted and hold my medications more tightly after I insisted that I would hold them. I sat back down comfortable, as the pain started to hurt. The pain was getting lesser and lesser each day and I thank Allah for that.

"Qazafi! There you are! I've been looking for you!" a man screamed out as he ran to the man besides me. He stopped and took deep breathes.

The man beside me laughed heartily as he closed the book he read and patted his company's back. "Don't worry, I'm okay Ali"

"Like hell I believe that. If Khadijah saw you were not in your room, she'll rip my hair off" Ali sighed dramatically as he put his hand on his hip.

"Good thing I don't have any hair" Qazafi smirked as he slowly get up with Ali's help.

I looked at the amusing friendship in front of me as Ali helped Qazafi standing up until he took his crutches.

Seeming to know that I was staring, Qazafi looked down and smiled at me and walked off. That made me red. I know staring is bad. Bad Zynah bad Zynah.

When mother have gotten back, we walked out and proceed to the car.

•••••

As we got home, Chris opened the front door to welcome us. Mother Zhafir just walked as if it was normal for other people to opened the door for you, but I was different. I hastily bowed down in appreciation towards him in which he curled his mouth up.

Zhafir was then beside me, holding my back and hand to help me walk up the stairs. Mother needed to to the kitchen and I had found out she was the one of the most famous chef worldwide.

Zhafir's phone rang and he immediately picked it up after helping me to settle down on my bed. I was sitting on it, leaning on the board.

"Salam, doctor" Zhafir said thought the phone as he sat down on my side if the bed. "You found one?"

After a few minutes of talking with Doctor Aidan though the phone, he hung up and leaned back with his arms supporting on the bed.

Zhafir turned his head to me and grinned, "We found someone who can teach you sign language"

I clapped my hands as the answer and looked at him expectantly.

"It's Nazrudin, your buyer and saviour"