Amaar

Chapter 4

I woke up with a jolt. I took a deep breath and studied my surrounding. White walls, white sheets and a machine that constantly went beep. beep. beep. What am I doing in the hospital? I let out a groan, when my head began to throb. I brought my hand to my forehead, only to feel a bandage wrapped around it. There were tubes piercing into my skin. I yelped when the door creaked open. A nurse in her late twenties walked in.
"Mrs Zaik. How are you feeling?" I frowned.
"I'm sorry but you must be mistaken. I'm not Mrs Zaik, I'm Hazira khan!" I said painfully, cuz my throat felt really dried. She smiled warmly, before passing me cup of water which I gladly took. I drank the water like It was my lifeline, before placing the cup back, a little out of breath.
"The baby's okay, so after a few more check ups, you may go home." I choked on my saliva. Baby?! I gave her a confused look but she didn't say anything. She turned around and was about to leave.
"Hey! Don't go, what baby? What are you talking about?" She just ignored me and left. Minutes later, she returned with a doctor and another man. He was tall and has coffee brown eyes. His hair looked slightly disheveled, and he had bags under his eyes from stress and lack of sleep.
"This is doctor Nisa." She introduced. I nodded at the doctor, who stepped forward to check on me. She placed her stethoscope on where my heart was supposed to be. Not that I really paid her any attention. My entire focus was on the guy. Who is he and what is he doing here? Is he a doctor too? Does he know what happened? He was making me really uncomfortable because he was the only guy here and not to mention he's starring at me intensely. Dr. Nisa finished her check up and smiled.
"Well Mr Zaik, she'll be fine. She's suffering from memory loss, which I told you would happen." I gasped. If he's Mr Zaik and the nurse called me Mrs Zaik, does that mean I'm married to him?
"So she doesn't remember anything?" He asked, his voice raspy, as if he's been crying.
"Well, yes and no. Yes she has memory loss but that doesn't mean she doesn't remember anything. I think you should talk to her. See what she remembers and what she doesn't, OK?" She smiled, before she and the nurse walk out. He took a deep breath and let it out, asv if trying calming his self down. He strolled towards the bed and sat down by the edge, making me uncomfortable, thus moving a little. He chuckled.
"Don't worry, I won't try anything. Besides, I'm your husband." He smiled, showing me his ring finger which had a diamond ring on it with Zee engraved on it. I saw an identical ring with Amaar engraved on mine, which was on my middle finger.
"H-Husband?" I stuttered. "But, that impossible, I don't remember getting married!" And let's not forget about the baby! He let out a sigh, reaching his hands. He tucked a few strands of my thick black hair behind my ears.
"I know, zee. You should never forget the day we got married, it was so special. But don't worry, you'll remember insha Allah. I'll help you." I flinched, when his fingers grazed my cheeks, making him pull away.
"And the baby?" He smiled.
"Don't worry, Hadiat is alright."
"Hadiat?"
"Don't look at me, you came up with that name."
"Me, but what if it's a boy?" I whisper-yelled. He leaned in close to my face, our nose almost touching.
"That's what I said." He pulled away. "But my wife said we could worry about that later." He chuckled. "Now look, you don't remember saying that and so you finally admit that it's stupid."
"It's not stupid, I like it." I argued. "Of course you do." He said sarcastically. I was about to say something, when the nurse came back in.
"Mr Zaik, if you'd just sign here, here and here, you can take you wife home. But you must bring her every two weeks for a check up for both her and the baby." She smiled as Amaar, I think, signs the paper. She removes the tubes from my hands, making me sigh in relief. He gives me a duffel bag. "Here, I brought you some clothes." I nodded and murmured a thank you, before taking the bag to the toilet. I saw that it had a brown shirt and a black leggings with an abaya, hijab and undergarments. I blushed lightly, before stripping my clothes, the hospital gown, and wore the clothes quickly. I splashed some cold water in my face and rinsed my mouth. I wiped my face with a face towel that I saw there, before going out. Amaar smiled at me, before grabbing the now empty, more less, duffel.
"C'mon, let's get you home."
"No." he raised a brow, confused.
"For all I know, you might be a kidnapper,so unless you have proof that you really are my husband, I'm not going any where." He dropped the bag.
"Come on zee, you heard the doctor calling you Mrs Zaik."
"You could've lied to her for all I know." He sighed, before pulling his phone out.
"Fine, talk to Aunt Maryam, just don't tell her much so she wouldn't be too worried." He gave me the phone. It rang once, twice, three times,
"Hello, My Amaar." I heard my mama's voice, making me gasp.
"How is Hazira?"
"I-it's me mama."
"Hazee! You got me worried, I called Amaar yesterday and he said you fainted. I've told you time with out numbers to be careful dear. You're pregnant now and what you do affects the health of your child."
"I-I'm sorry ma. It won't happen again. I'll be more careful."
"Of course dear." She cooed. "I'll call you later, mama. Bye."
"Take care." She said and I hanged up.
"Enough proof?" I rolled my eyes before chucking his phone at him. He caught it without any problem.
"Kidnapper she says." He walks out of the room. Never mind, I don't see why I married him.

Salams peops. Bet you didn't see that plot twist coming. Anyways, comment, like and vote. Also, loving my new cover. Credit goes to alizaaksheikh. Thank you! :)