Mi Amor, my love!

Chapter three

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Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Before one can say Jack Robinson, Hameed and manal's wedding was finally official. She was taken to the house Abbu built for Hameed which was next to his own mansion.

Although Hameed always try his possible best to act as a normal husband to his wife, she still understood that he was somewhat forced into the marriage. However, she was determined to make him fall for her.

Life went on... manal was slowly and wisely drawing hameed to herself and in the interim, she unexpectedly got pregnant. Hameed's joy knew no bounds, of course, abbu was equally happy that he was finally getting a grandchild. Hameed surprisingly got so used to Manal. He would call her thrice to enquire after her and the baby before he gets back to work.

After nine good months, Manal gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who was named khairriyah (Good and charitable). Unfortunately, Manal got diagnosed with postpartum preeclampsia. Thats when life started to become grim. She barely spent a month without getting administered to the hospital. She'd have a seizure sometimes, severe headache, high BP and much more complications.

Hameed got so worried.. so worried that it began to affect him, he couldn't do a single thing at work, his mind would be instinctively drifting back to her. He was getting attached to her and he couldn't for a second imagine loosing her.. just like how he lost his dear mother. As for khairi, she was mostly with mama mariyah or manal's mother and she was more connected to Hameed than manal.

Years passed by in a blur and khairi was already three years old. Alhamdulillah, Things were slowly getting better for Manal but she was advised not to give birth again.. at least not anytime soon. She was internally broke but always try to keep a smile on her face, to look happy, contented and mask the broken side of her. She hated to be pitied. Hameed was finally at peace after all these years, he was growing fond of her, although they act more like best friends than married couple, Manal was still more than pleased.

Its true we all have our dreams and desires but sometimes destiny can't be avoided. fate has a way of changing even if you don't want it to. We plan and Allah the best of planner plans. Hameed was once again shattered, literally. Something happened and he knew he couldn't forget it for the rest of his life.

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PRESENT.

"Its been years since Yaya Habiba's demise" Mama mariyah said to Abbu sadly.

His expression immediately changed. He despises when someone reminds him of her, the love of his life.

"Mama ma...."

"You don't want us to talk about her, i get it but its high time you move on" Mama mariyah shot him a small smile or endeavored to "You have to get married"

Abbu stared at his entwined fingers "Alhamdulillah i have a son, a grandchild and my family, do i still have to marry? I'm even old"

Mama mariyah nodded "Yes, you have to, you need someone who would take care of you properly"

"I have a butler and over ten house helps"