My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

I woke up earlier than I ever did in my whole life. Thankfully I was feeling healthier now.

After praying tahajjud I unpacked my bags and started loading my belongings in the closet. I pulled out my new hand bag that I'd bought in Pakistan and started stuffing it with my documents and the kit for sketching.

In the meantime I offered my Fajr Salah and prayed today's meeting.

Help me ALLAH. 

Once more, I jogged towards my oh so luxurious wardrobe and that's when the biggest fight of the century took the plunge.

What to wear?

Shit.

A full wardrobe yet nothing perfect to wear.

Remarkable. I saw my subconscious standing beside me applauding.

Bitch.

After about half an hour I decided to wear a blush pink full sleeved tunic with white pants and skin colored scarf and heels.

I cascaded downstairs and called the room service for an iron to press my clothes. I pressed my clothes, hung them and got into the shower. After a long hot shower I came out and changed into something comfortable. 

I didn't asked Zaid about the time of meeting. I should have.

By good fortune, I found a dryer in one of the drawers. I dried my hair and came out of the room.

Something is missing.

The moment my stomach growled I knew what was missing. 

Break fast.

I called for the breakfast and climbed onto the sofa. After looking at my nails for hours I thought to feed some important contacts in my new phone.

Wait

Where is it?

I ascended the staircase and searched on the side tables. In the drawers. Beneath the pillows. Inside the pillowcases.

Where the hell did it flew?

My hand flew up to my temple and now I was scratching it.

The bell rang, I flew down the stairs and opened the door, took the tray from the same girl who came yesterday ogling her eyes out at Zaid. She rolled her eyes at me and I shut the door in her face.

Bitch.

I don't have time to look at your caked up face.

I installed on one of the bar stool and settled the tray on the counter.

There it was.

I found my phone perched on the counter. 

And I even looked inside the pillow cases for you. How stupid. I smiled at it and relished the breakfast. Those croissants were so heavenly and above all the coffee was divine.

I checked my phone for time and it showed 7 in the morning. Zaid was still sleeping. Well it seemed so, I didn't check up on him. Fifteen minutes later Zaid was climbing down the stairs. His shoes clicking on the floor. I love that sound. It reminds me of my father. His footsteps sounded same.

'Morning.', I chirped at him and he looked down at me 

'How are you feeling now?', he asked and ensconced himself next to me.

'Grand.', I said and placed my coffee on the counter.

'Your meeting is at 8:30. Bring your documents along with you.'