Arranged

Chapter Six - Just The Two Of Us

I pushed him away slowly because he should know the limits. "I don't need you to protect me I can protect myself so you just protect yourself." I said softly as I looked at him.

"Really? That's interesting. I would love to see how you can protect yourself." He said sarcastically as he smiled.

"You don't have to see." I replied.

"You were scared not long ago you were calling everyone. You were like mum, Aimen, Nadia. And last but not least you said my name, which means you're scared." He said as he looked at me. He's mistaking.

"Let me correct you I called to check if there was anyone at home not because I'm scared what so ever." I corrected him. He kept silent for a moment realizing what he has done.

"Your mum went to the hospital for her job, and your sister and brothers went with my family to eat ice cream... I don't know about Nadia your friend." He explained. Now that makes sense, no wonder no one is at home, they all left me by myself and went to enjoy them selves. I think I should apologies I mean I started all this... I think.

"I'm sorry... It's not because I lose and you win but there's something called growing up." I apologized. I realized that I have been looking at him not long ago, why does it feel like I have known him?

"I'm sorry too." He finally spoke

"What for?" I asked curiously knowing he didn't do anything wrong.

"For... everything." He said. "Do you want to come with me somewhere?" He asked trying to change th subject.

"What?" I exclaimed. "Are you planning on doing something to me?" Okay now that was too much.

"No. Do I look like that kind of person? Who would something to girl? Ha I don't even like seeing a girl crying or having a hard time. I have been raised well." He said softly as he looked at me. I knew that he doesn't look like one.

"I knew that I just wanted to make... sure yeah to make sure if you were the right person or not." I said. Now I don't even know what I'm talking about.

"The right guy?" He asked while smiling.

"I don't mean it that way." I corrected myself.

"Really?" He asked with a sad voice. "Anyway do you want to come or not?" He forced a smile on his face. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings.

"Erm..." I started. "I'm going to get changed." I said as I started to walk to go to my room to get changed.

"Don't wear make up." He demanded as he looked at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. Who is he to tell me what to do?

"Why?" I asked as I lowered my gaze because I realized I was looking at him.

"Because I don't want other men to look at you." He blushed as he said it, his cheeks were red, oh no why can't I stop looking at him? I'm blushing too.

"I'm pretty without make up. I don't need it." I said as I looked at him.

"I know... right?" He asked with a smirk on his face almost like he's happy that I don't wear make up. But wait did he just agree with what I said? Ha of course he should. I'm pretty... I know I'm big headed but I guess it's okay.

I went upstairs in my room to get changed I wore my ebaya and a colorful scarf on and about shoes I just wore my boots because it's cold outside. I don't even know where he's going, should I just stay? No I can protect myself if something happens, and Allah is always with me, actually with everyone.

I went downstairs and Ismael was standing there on his phone waiting for me to come. As soon as he saw he put his phone away as if he was hidding something or he doesn't want me to see it.