Arranged To be Malik

chapter 23

Rawan's POV:

I sat with my father's soul for a while catching up with him, of course there were a few tears from time to time but it actually felt great.

imagine the whole world is against you, and the only one you could talk to, and hear you out, hear and feel everything from the bottom of your heart, is dead. yeah maybe you will say I am crazy or stupid but the truth that I am not, it is a wonderful feeling that you can speak with the dead person or with your God because they won't tell anybody your secrets, and they will save your words no matter what, that is exactly what I feel, everyday I talk to my God and my dead dad in my head then go to sleep which helped me a lot of times, it maybe sounds boring to you but believe me it is a good feeling, try to talk to your God and see how much you will be comfortable in your love life, actually in your whole life, you will be happy in everything in your life.

any way, I look at my watch seeing it is already 10 P.M., OMG, I am very late, I didn't feel the time, they always say the good times fly, and believe me, the best time I have ever asked for when I am with my dad, although he isn't with me physically but he will be always with me with his soul, and he always listens to me when I am sad, happy, or when I feel down.

I decided that, it is the time to go to my house before Zayn or my mum would kill me for being me late, I know they will be angry at me very much which scares me a bit but I will face it any time from now, maybe I will explain to Zayn I was at my dad's grave and he must respect for doing that, they have to be proud of me remembering my dad and visiting him from time to time, I know I don't visit him that much but I manage doing it when I am in Bradford, so no one could blame me for loving my dad.

I walk toward my house, thank God the streets are not that dark, after a while I stand in front of my door, to be honest I am a little scared, who knew if my husband and mother yelled or raised their voice at me for being late, I open the door finding Zayn is pacing back and forth , he grabs his soft black hair with his hand in the intensity of anger while mumbling few words like cursing but I am not sure what he is saying, as soon as he heard the door was opened his head snapped towards the sound, when he finds that it is me a sigh leaves his perfect lips and runs to me, by his look, I could tell he is trying to control his anger.

maybe you will ask me, from where do I know when he tries to control it?

from his face, it is very red, and his eyes turn to black, and he also breathes heavily.

"where were you?" Zayn asked me, I look around to see if my mum is here which she is standing in the kitchen I raise my eyebrow at him not wanting to say anything in front of her.

why should I tell him?

'because he is your husband, idiot' my brain told me.

"I was out" I don't want to tell him him in front of my mother, I don't want her to know I was at my dad's grave, I need to keep it as a secret, to myself only, I don't know why thought but I am totally okay with that.

"yeah, I know that, what were you doing out?" he asked me again, I knwo his anger level is starting to build now but I can't help it, I will never tell my mum where I was because she will scream at me and who knew what will happen this time.

"nothing" I said, I know I was acting like a complete bitch to him but who gave a shit?

by now, he is more angry, his face becomes redder than before, actually his whole face, he pulls his fists like a shape of ball.

I know I didn't have to act like that, but again who gave a shit?

"Rawan, don't test my patience, I asked you where were you?" he raised his voice a little, his jaw line is clenched, mum comes running towards us because of Zayn's voice, GREAT, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RAISE YOR VOICE? I shouted inside my head.