My Accidental Husband, Not Father

20 | Unrealistic

Nowa

"I don't want a divorce! I want to live with you!"

He cocked an eyebrow at me and tilted his head to the side.

"What?" he asked, sounding both confused and a little amused.

"I don't want to return to the city, I don't want to get separated from my sister... please... don't let me leave...."

Why did he come in the room when I was told he was out in the Island. Why was he so close to me.  My mind was spinning with questions and the drugs weren't really helping matters.

"I won't let you get separated from your sister, but I will have to divorce you" he replied with a sigh, as he sat down in one of the chairs by the window. I followed him with my eyes while trying to make sense of his words.

"How is that ?" I asked calmly. He smirked a little and his white teeth sparkled in the moonlight; his eyes were shining in all their hazel glory. It was a fascinating sight.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Of course, how could I be so stupid?

It was a dream. It was all a freaking dream.

I felt myself relax at the realization. Of course it was a dream. Why else would he be here talking to me like a civilized person and giving me answers for a change? Stupid, silly me.  And now that I knew it was a dream, I could use it to my advantage and ask and say everything I wanted to tell him, blowing off some steam, if you will, and get some things off my chest, without the risk of making a fool out of myself.

Thank you needle, you did well.

"I have one questions," he said, still with that smirk plastered to his face. "One, what have Fida gave you" I snorted at the weird question. Was this my subconscious's way of mocking me for feeling slightly out of it because of the drugs? Maybe.

"You're an idiot ," I replied, directing the comment mostly at myself and my subconscious.

"So I've heard," he replied.

I met his gaze directly and neither of us looked away for something that felt like an eternity. I was amazed at how well my subconscious was portraying Ghaith. He looked so real - apart from his insanely Hazel eyes that reminded me of chocolate. I decided I didn't like it. I didn't care if it was my subconscious's way of helping me deal with things or whatever. Ghaith had no business being in my dreams.

"Why are you here?" I asked, even though I knew I wasn't going to get a real answer. How was dream-Ghaith supposed to know why he was here? Or maybe he would know, just because he was dream-Ghaith? This was all so confusing.

"Its my room."

His answer made sense. Maybe I could learn something. I let whatever thought came into my mind, leave through my mouth. This would be the first, and probably only, time that I could speak with Ghaith without any barriers.

 I took a deep breath and continued my rant. "You told me a million times that you think of me as a stranger as a kid to be specific so why did you marry me , why did you come to my country and how did you even now what happened three months ago, Why do you always find a way to bother me and say that I'm a waste of space and I'm better off dead. What's your problem, Ghaith ? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

It frustrated the hell out of me that I would never get the answers to my questions. I was talking to myself and not the real Ghaith. He was just a manifestation of my subconscious. Somehow, I thought this would make it easier. To get everything out and ask the questions that had plagued my mind ever since I lay eyes on him.