Someone Else's Diary

27. Hello London.

I peeked down the window to make sure Zahran had gone, But then the sun was also peeking. Is it trying to imitate me? It wouldn't dare.

I made sure his car left the gate. Now, I took my burgundy-red looking small book thingy and kept it on the table.
Sorry, what's it called?

Oh, a passport. Yes!

Thanks to Hira for booking my tickets and other things as she was the only person to help me get out of this place. She had also got me a job in one of the most prestigious hospital in London which was absolutely unnecessary, maybe I've got enough money to play around.

I spoke to a heartbroken Ameerah and my mother-in-law about myself leaving and it was a bad idea, seems like no one agreed with me. I needed a damned break from my married life, not to elope with some random white head, but to just take a break if that makes any sense.

I got down throwing my Charlotte Elizabeth bag around my shoulder, I looked around the room to see if I have missed anything which goes into my backpack.

Earphones. Check

iPhone. Check

Bag. Check

Wipes. Check

Money. Check

Pride and prejudice. Check

Trench coat. Check

Ticket. Check

Pantyhose. Check

Specs. Check

My eyes wandered over Zahran's black shirt which hung over the hook inside the closet. It wasn't washed. But it wasn't dirty either, I took it and even the linen fabric felt so warm and nice just like he did, carefully I slid it into my bag and closed it.

I wore my beige Mackage coat, shirt tights and ran down towards the waiting taxi.

"To the Airport please."

"Sure Miss."

He turned over the road, and I hit my head as I remembered I had forgotten to keep my passport.

"I'm so sorry but please go back to Bruntsfield."

"Are you sure Miss?" He asked turning back with a small frown.

"Hmm yeah why wouldn't I?"

I glared at him, Without any more questions he turned over the street to my apartment.
Sorry, not mine any more.

I got down, slammed the door behind me and ran towards the elevator.
The security looked at me as if I was a mad crap running around the streets.

The door was already opened. I walked in quiet as possible and cleared my throat as someone caught my shoulder. I gasped and shit!
My dear husband is here.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted scratching my head.

"Why? I came to take a document."

"Oh, fine I'll be going in a while," I said wondering how I'll take my passport.

I went inside the room and took it, slid it into my pocket.

"Why passport?"

Shit shit shit shit shit. Here we go.

"What? Why passport?" I asked smiling sweetly.

He raised one of his eye brows as it made a high arch. His pitch black eyes shooting me daggers.