You are a warm blanket on a cold winter night.
A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.
You are the rainbow that comes, on the cruelest of storms.
You are the first gulp of air, after forever underwater.
You are the light in my life, my partner through it.
You are my home home, my sanctuary. My safe haven ~ SOUL UNREVELED ( Instagram profile )
Chapter 9
The glint in his eyes increases and she finds herself staring at those orbs and it feels like the brown in his eyes were created just to complement his smooth light brown skin he must've been blessed with. After composing herself she realises that he is about to speak and hopefully the feeling deep within her that'd telling her to make a run for it might just be wrong and he is going to end up saying something so polite and normal.
Then he says " knock knock "
With her brows pulled together she replies in curiosity " whose there ?'
" my name " he says this with humour so it comes out as ma name
.... Okay " ma name, who ?"
" ma name is Ma- nir, Manir Usman and I've got Ma-ney "
Why this cocky jerk ? Really ?? I'm Manir Usman and I've got money ? Pfft!
The look on his face tells her that he is still waiting for her to tell him her name " Ammah " she whispers which causes a wince " Ammah Khamrif " now that's more like it.
" now you see, I've always taken Mubarak as a good man when it comes to girls. Never did I ever picture him sending his driver to pick up a girl for him. But you can't really blame the man after all, his wife recently lost her life its very understanding for him to seek pleasure form other sources"
With Ammah's eyebrows pulled together, she stays rooted to her seat as she stares at him in confusion. It takes one second, blink, two blinks and then it finally clicks in her head which causes an adorable snarl to make an appearance on her face.
That thought of Mubarak doing something as wrong as that is just so sickening, with the generation we live in there are a few things Muslims have taken for granted to a point where its even normal to most Muslims of this Ummah. But Zinna ? AstagfuraAllah.
She gives the kids one last glance to mame sure they were still sleeping with Sabiha's head on her lap and Suleiman's resting on the window " first of all, Mubarak wouldn't stoop as low as to doing something like that, even as the journalist go around making false statements on him and they say he has the ego the size of a mountain, deep down I know that he is a good man and a good father - "
Her blabbering was interrupted by Manir " And two? " he says with his head cocked side ways in a patronizing way.
" and two what ? " she scowls at him and his grin only got wider.
" you said first of all, what's the second ?" Ah that's what he meant.
She takes a deep breath this time before losing it all on him " I'll have you know that I am most certainly not a pick up girl that is here to satisfy him " she makes air quotes at this " I'm actually the kids aunt, only here to take care of his kids for the mean time "
He chuckles as she reaches the end of her ranting, there is something very wrong about this man. Apart from being one of the most handsome man she had ever seen. The way he's eyes kept looking at her, it just didn't sit well with her at all.
" so listen up, i would love to stay a chat. But I've got a meeting to attend in two hours, just came back home to get some rest. Tell Mubarak, I said I'll be over for breakfast tomorrow " he hadn't even waited for Ammah to reply before his window was already going up and she watches as he enters the house by the left.
