Someone Else's Diary

18. A small glimpse of the hidden mystery.

After a week.

Mariam

I stood in the huge living room of my new apartment. Oh sorry, my new penthouse.

It was clean and spacious and neat, maybe just because he isn't living here. We were at the most top floor in the apartment.
The rooms were also big and most importantly my vanity was the best.
The master bedroom was fully set in vintage style with mauve and brownish colours exactly how I would prefer.

The apartment had been refurnished for the wedding and the fridge and kitchen and everything I need was already stocked up here.... nice.

"I hope you like it?..err if not we could just stay at my parent's house it's your wish," He said putting away the empty carton boxes.

"It's beautiful here Masha Allah," I said gazing out of the long glassed french windows which gave me a full view of the busy city.

"Very well then!" He chuckled coming closer and sliding his hands inside my button up shirt.

My eyes almost popped out and I pinched his hands and he glared at me. Oh uh.

"Why was that," He asked rubbing the spot where I pinched

"Sorry," I shrugged apologetically.

"It's fine habibti", He smiled his breathtaking smile.

"Come upstairs I'll show you my old room which I used while doing my master's," He held out his hands for me.

We walked up and even this was a spiral staircase like at his parent's house, but this was glass.
He twisted the doorknob and held the door open for me to walk in first.

"So what do you think of my room?" He asked grinning wide.

My curious eyes wandered here and there and realised this room alone wasn't renovated or nothing was done. It had all sorts of photographs on the walls and his college pictures were also hung up on the wall.

I also noticed few ID cards hanging from the hook behind the door. It was his of course but one of them was fully covered in duct tape and slightly scratched out. I didn't bother to probe further.

He had scribbled a few things on the walls and drew all sorts of diagrams, like the structure of a Neuron and different types of cells and other organs. My brows creased looking at those.

"Oh um, I used to learn sometimes by scribbling on the walls and tables.. so just a bad habit don't bother," He said reminiscing his olden days.

I looked at his eyes intently, but there was something there to behold, it was pitch black with an endless depth of emotions, and stories to be revealed by them.

He was lost in his talks and I was lost in admiring him, Suddenly he turns to me and smirks realizing I was staring at him and I looked down like nothing ever happened, and started playing with the rings on my fingers.

I sensed the corners of his perfect lips twist upward into a shy smile. Awkward silence again.

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"Zahran!" I shouted from the dining hall. "Dinner is done!"

"Yeah, I'll be down," He screamed back from our room. Today I decided to make dinner all by myself.

I had made chicken steak with garlic mushroom sauce for the main course and a skillet cookie dough cake with Nutella for the dessert. I hope he likes it.