We Belong Together

Chapter 29

Fareesa's POV

The next morning I woke up as I felt something touching my foot. I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes and yawned trying to make sense of the situation. Slowly, I got up and when my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Asher sitting near my foot as he wrapped a bandage around it.

So yesterday wasn't a dream. It was all very real. I wish it had all been a dream. A dream of him not having this disease and him being healthy so that he can live with me for the rest of our lives. I can't bear to live my life without him.

Yes, I used to hate him very much. A lot, actually. But now...things has changed. I have been more attached to him now than before. I hated his guts. Couldn't stand that man at all but now I can't imagine me living on this earth knowing that he is going to die. I had to do something about it and fast.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a groggy voice. "Why are you holding my foot?"

"Sorry I woke you up. I just cleaned the cut. It wasn't that deep, thank Allah." He gave me a small smile.

A small blush adorned my cheeks. I wished I had moisturized my feet. I am sure they were really dry and very crusty too.

The day I put on lotion there is no use of it but the day I don't. Sigh! Such a shame.

Suddenly, I felt something warm touching my ankle. I looked up and saw Asher kissing my foot. I stared at him in shock with my big brown eyes. The tingles ran through my body as I watch him kiss my feet ever so softly. The adrenaline flooded my system like it's on an intravenous drip. I think my heart will explode and my eyes are wide, letting in every ounce of the fading light. Mine attempted to pull my leg away from him fail. He gripped onto it very tightly before caressing it like you would do to a little baby.

"What are you doing?" I asked in surprise as his soft hands caressed the skin of my foot.

"Nothing." He said with a small smile. "Go back to sleep."

He got up from the bed and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"I-I'll be back soon." He said to me hesitantly which made me frown.

Did we still have more secrets between us?

"I asked where you are going." I snapped at him feeling annoyed. Why must he always do this? Would we never be good life partners? I don't like keeping secrets.

"Fareesa-" He started with a sigh but took a deep breath as if to calm himself and continued. "I'm not ready to talk about this. P-please, give me some space. I-I'm not ready to accept this all yet. "

"I'm sorry," I said as my eyes filled up again.

"It's not your fault." He muttered but my heart ached to see him like that.

I shifted towards the foot of the bed and sat there cross-legged in front of him. I looked down and stared at his hands not being able to look into his eyes. Because if I did I knew that the dam would break.

Was there any book that taught you how to behave when you found out that your husband was dying?

My self-control was breaking and a few traitor tears trickled down my cheeks.

We just sat there dwelling in the sorrow not speaking a single word. It was an ominous silence yet it spoke volumes. It scared me so much. A nagging feeling disturbed me at the back of my mind. Something bad was going to happen.

Losing my self-control, I suddenly latched onto his neck, basking in his comfort and warmth.

His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled my closer. His grip on me was tight as if he was scared of letting go of me too.