Amaar

Chapter 6

O Children of Israel! Remember My Favour which I bestowed upon you and that I preferred you to the 'Aalameen [mankind and jinn (of your time period, in the past)]. 

 And fear a Day (of Judgement) when a person shall not avail another, nor will intercession be accepted from him nor will compensation be taken from him nor will they be helped

[Al-Baqarah 2:47-48] 

I awoke with a jolt, feeling sick. I sat up, laid down, and sat up again. Well this is fruitless. I wasn't feeling sleepy anymore. I sighed, turned on the lights, and slipped some yellow bunny slippers I found by the bed. I got up and walked out of the room, feeling hungry. I began taking turns down the hall, not knowing where I'm going. Thankfully, I found the staircase and I was confident I could guide myself to the kitchen. I walked in and made myself a cup of coffee. I put it on a saucer and got my self some cheesecake from the fridge. I picked everything and started looking for the dinning room. You'd think it'll be close to the kitchen but no, I can't find it. I groaned, wondering,
"Where the heck Amaar is when I'm in need. How could he just not come back? Now I'm hungry and have no place to eat! Some husband you turned out to be!"
"Oh really?" I gasped and almost dropped my precious cake. I glared at him wondering where he came from, even though I was secretly happy he's here. "I'm hungry. Show me the dinning room." I whined. He chuckled.
"I'm sorry zee, I was working and lost track of time." He smiled.
"It alright." I said as my tummy grumbled.
"Do you think it's advisable to drink coffee though? You're supposed to be sleeping cuz it's late, caffeine will just keep you up."
"It's decaffeinated." He mumbled something incoherent before he gestured me to follow him. He lead me to the kitchen making me frown.
"I'll take that." He took my coffee.
"No! Give it back!" I glared at him.
"No, though it's allowed, Dr Nisa advised against it. Too much caffeine isn't good for you." He argued, taking a sip of MY coffee.
"Please give it me!" I said trying to reach for it. His face became serious.
"Hazira," he said really calmly.
"I said no. So no. Now lemme make some lemon tea, OK?" I let out a sigh, before sitting on one of the kitchen stools. He turned around and made me the tea, before passing it. I took it and started eating my cake.
"Really? You're giving me the silent treatment?" I ignored him and took a sip of my tea. Oh my, it tastes better than coffee. But I'm never admitting that.
"Look Hazira, I'm sorry. I just want what's best for you. And if you drink this coffee, you won't be able to sleep and then you'll feel queasy in the morning."
"I won't be queasy." I argued. "But forget it." I sighed and took a sip of my tea. After that, we sat in silence till I was done eating.
"Come on, let's go to bed." He sighed. I got up and followed him up the staircase. He opened the door to the room and walked in to the walk-in closet, while I climbed on the bed. He came out minutes later wearing a pair of black pants. I darted my gaze and pulled the cover over head.
"Aren't you gonna wear a shirt?"
"Nah." I felt the bed dip under his weigh as he laid down next to me.
"Good night Zee."
"Night." I said feeling overwhelmed by the sense of déjà vu.
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I quickly rushed into the toilet, feeling drowsy. I dropped in front of the bowl. Bile rose up my throat and I threw up whatever it is that I ate. I felt warm hands which I'm guessing are Amaar's,  hold my hair from my face rubbing my back and whispering soothing words. I groaned before  throwing up again. I slowly stood up and went to the mirror. Amaar let go of my hair and turn on the tap. I splashed some water in my face and rinsed my mouth before brushing it with a minty tooth paste. After that, Amaar guided me to the kitchen, where a maid was cooking. She set a plate of sausage and cheese sandwich with a bowl of strawberries, blueberries and apples and a cup of lemon tea.
"Thanks." I smiled. She nodded and smiled back before giving Amaar a cup of coffee and waffles and then scurried away. I took a bite of my lovely sandwich and moaned in delight. Amaar chuckled, before picking his phone.
"Oh, do I have a phone?"
"Well, I need to go to work today but I'll send someone to bring it up ok?"
I nodded. He finished his breakfast rather quickly, before going upstairs to take a shower I assume. I picked his phone and started looking for a game to play. I was surprised to find Barbie spy squad game. I started playing, completely oblivious to my surroundings. Amaar came back shortly, leaning against the doorway, wearing a blue shirt that hugged his body, outlining his toned muscles and a black skinny jeans. His brown hair was a shade darker, messy as usual making him look like a cast of America's next top model.
"Hey." I waved. He gave me a warm smile. "I need to go but I'll send Hasna to bring your new phone, k?" He said coming closer to me . He stuck his hand out, as if asking for his phone. I sighed and pressed it against his palm.
"Who's Hasna anyways?"
"Somewhere between a housemaid and a friend."
"Me, a housemaid? I don't think I'll ever hire one."
"Oh trust me I still don't know why you don't want one, but with all the morning sickness, me being at work, you need someone to be here incase something happens."
"But don't I have like a job or something? I'll be bored here and I remember searching for one back at home." He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"Nah," his voice went high-pitched, "you don't." I frowned at that and was about to ask him another question when he cut me off.
"Would you look at the time, i have a meeting at nine." He said, before placing a kiss on my cheek. His lips felt warm, but before I could react, he was already out of the room. Liar, who goes to a meeting dressed in shirt and skinny jeans?