Ibrahim returned with Iman and I was surprised when she apologized to me. I could sense it was genuine and it didn't sound forced.
I didn't know what they talked about but I was glad it was over.
We didn't become the best of friends but at least we were getting along and we were able to have a full conversation without arguing or the usual eye rolls I normally got from her.
Ibrahim was still apologising about what she did and I had to tell him to stop, that it had passed already.
After a week, Salma, Iman and Ihsan left. I had already started missing them cause I was so used to having company in the house. Ibrahim was hardly home these days because he had lots of work to do at the office.
They were working on a new project and he was personally supervising the project.
I was still scared of being alone at home after what happened and I didn't want to get a maid so anytime I was done with work, I'd either go to Layla's or Our house or Ibrahim's house.
Ibrahim still insisted on keeping the driver even though I told him I'd be fine. So I was stuck with John, the talkative.
He was always yapping about one thing or the other that I never got bored.
Today I planned to go grocery shopping because Ramadan was in a two days, even though the moon hadn't been sighted yet. This was my first Ramadan fast in my husband's house and I was excited.
I've always loved the holy month as it gave me an opportunity to reflect on my life.
I wanted to take a leave from work but I couldn't. The work load was just too much and I didn't want to leave Layla alone. She still had Nabila to take care of.
I was roaming round the spices aisle in Sahad Stores, trying to pick what I needed when I bumped into someone with my shopping cart.
What is with me and bumping into people ne?
I realised it was even someone I knew.
It was Ibrahim's personal assistant, Hamza.
Hamza had been working with Ibrahim since he returned back from London and Ibrahim was always praising him. He talked about him a lot of times and I used to run into him at the office sometimes.
Anytime I saw him, I'd notice something familiar about his face but I couldn't place my finger on who he looked like.
I quickly apologized and we exchanged pleasantries then he left.
As he was leaving, he turned back and looked at me in a weird way.
Like he had a problem or something.
I just shrugged it off thinking maybe he had eyesight issues.
I finished shopping and moved to the counter to pay for the goods.
I came outside and got into the car putting on my ear piece to listen to Suratul - Baqarah.
The holy month had indeed arrived.
As John parked the car in the garage, I noticed Ibrahim's car.
Why was he home so early?
He normally didn't come home until Maghrib and now it was just an hour after Asr.
I got into the house and it was smelling of Fried chips.
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Bound To The Stars
General FictionThe journey of 16 year old Hanan as she takes her first step into the real world. The University. She faces a lot of challenges and trials from life. Will she be able to withstand it all? And who will be able to mend her broken heart?