Why does looking into the galaxies in your orbs feel more like home, than home actually does ~ SOULUNRAVELED (Instagram profile)
Chapter 17
Late Sunday night with Ammah sitting on the couch in the living room of her room, eyes closed and yet she was wide awake. Thoughts after thoughts kept willing around in her head and she managed to make up delusional theories before she was convinced that her head needed to be checked imvade of any mental illness before her phone chose that moment to ring up.
With a sigh Ammah had to push herself off the couch and drag herself into room, it was Manir calling her again but she got there too late and the ringing stoped all to soo. Instead of making her way back into the living room and staring at the tv,ah just lied on the bed as she thought of calling him now or just waiting till morning, she wanted to talk and tell him about her day and all the crop that had been going on.
But deep down inside Ammah new that the only reason why she hadn't said anything is because the night still hadn't ended, she had no clue what was going on with Mubarak, where he was or even what direction the case took, And then her phone started ringing again. Ahh, the universe really did like her with the rich and handsome Manir.
" Hey sweetheart " Ammah said as soon as she picked up, she didn't want him to feel like she had purposely been avoiding his calls.
" sweetheart? When did you and I start giving each other cute pet names" he chuckled through the phone and it didn't have to take a genius to figure out who was on the other side of the phone. Since Mubarak left in a very bad mood it was nice hearing him like this. Although he sounded really tired and messed up, like he just wanted to come back home and have a good rest. Yet here he is sounding all nice and sarcastic.
" Mubarak. . . I uh... hey well-" Ammah's blabbering was interrupted by Mubarak.
" You were expecting a call from Manir?"he commented, it was a rhetorical question. She bit down on her lips before answering with a small 'yeah'
She was glad he let go of that. Maybe it was all in her head, but the topic of Manor did wonders at making them both feel uncomfortable. Yup, probably all in her head " Ammah, I wouldn't be able to make it home today. I've got alot to take care of over here. Obviously they had asked me to go rest countless of time but I won't let myself live"
" I'm happy we have both ecnoledged just how stubborn you can be at times Mubarak" she chukled " but I get what you mean, how is the investigation going?"
" besides the location she had been murdered At, we haven't really gotten much. Since she had been dumped inside the pond at my estate after the police took her body for e examination a little boy stoped by a pond and picked up Fatimah's watch, his parents turned it in just last night and a finger print was found on it" Mubarak's voice instantly hardens witch males it sound all the more attractive and Ammah had to scold herself for having such thoughts " we're just waiting on a search warrant. We'll get that bastard soon."
" we will Mubarak, very soon. InshaAllah."
After clearing his tone Mubarak spoke once again " I'll take the day off from work so you could go and I'll take care of the kids. We would have to figure out how to make this work later. See you when I get back" he said in that dismissive tone once again making Ammah sigh before making am attempt to talk but he had already ended the call.
She never could understand the way Mubarak mind works. His mood swings were a constant thing and right now she was beginning to think the an was bipolar. That, or he could be the fist man to be on his period.
