July 2015Zarah's POV
It's been 7 years and I still haven't completely moved on but it's going to get better i believe. About a week back a guy came home to ask for my hand in marriage, but I declined saying I needed more time to prepare myself for the journey of marriage after realising he had high hopes for the type of wife he was searching for. I knew my secrets and after meeting him I don't think he would ever accept me as I am. I declined him with a silly reason but in reality I was scared of what would happen If he found out about my past I spoke to Dad and he agreed after i explained my reasons and told them that I needed time to search for someone who wouldn't accept me with my past.The strangest thing happened about a week ago when I went on my annual check up there was a little girl that looked really pretty with hazel Brown eyes, dark skin and plum lips and she looked about seven years old and when I asked my doctor in attendant she said the girl had been coming there for three years with an orphanage home after she was saved from a motor accident including two men and a lady. I couldn't help but wonder how happy my child would have been when it met someone of its age the bitter half cut memories of my past played back in my head. I was cured of my Obstetric Fistula a year after I was diagnosed but I still had to go for my check up's to keep my health in check owing to the fact that I have birth at an early age which almost ruined my chances of ever being a mother.
"You're pretty" said the little girl staring at me for a while when I came back to sit down.
"Oh, thank you miss. What's your name?" I said picking her and putting her on my lap.
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And now this week since after my mental breakdown I was finally going to resume work. I had a lot of explaining to do and that too a lot of people.Monday Morning
I woke up at fajr walked into the the toilet and when I was about going out I slipped twisting my ankle in the process but I stood up dusted myself walked to my praying corner and offered my prayer all this while enduring the pain of a sprained ankle, after my prayers I said a small dua and walked over to my princess size dressing mirror and open its right side cupboard which held my first aid kit, I searched for the hot balm and used it to massage my leg and got into the toilet for a warm shower all these while Aisha was fast asleep and I bothered not to wake her up as she was on her monthly period.I dressed up in my pink atampa which was a skirt and blouse beautifully sown to bring out my shape but not to much and paired it with a similar veil while Aisha wore a green abaya that brought out the colour of her eyes... and no doubt it took her almost an hour to pick out the dress.
Breakfast was brief and Aisha and I walked out into Aisha's brand new Ford that was gifted to her by her dad three weeks ago.
We arrived the office and i walked straight into my boss' office with a salam which he replied and he offered me a sit before I began speaking. "Sir, I apologize for my absence from work over the week as I wasn't quiet okay and was advised a few days of bed rest by my physician. I do hope my job is still valid and I could continue working here" My speech was almost as if from a paper and in my opinion flawless.
"Miss Mustapha, the only reason I'm angry with you is for keeping my girlfriend away from me and that too with a high blood pressure other than that you are good to go, but you would have to visit the BE to apologize for your leave of absence and I would appreciate it if you went before lunch today." Said my boss, Mubarak with a smile on his face.
Ameer's POV
It's been a week since I have seen Zarah, a week since the incident, a week since I found out her relationship with the strange man and a week since I was told he ran away from the hospital where he was admitted. If only I knew what happened in Zarah's past maybe I could wipe away the sad tears that rolled down her eyes anytime she saw him but now i had admitted to my self that I loved her and that I would would do anything to see her happy.

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KurzgeschichtenZarah is your average girl with her own past and secrets. Amir is your dream man, he's your knight in shining armour and best of all he's all you could want in a companion. Secrets destroy a relationship, but what if those secrets destroy you, wou...