The One He Chose

Chapter 5

            After leaving Muhammad in the palour, Nabila went straight to her room to get ready for bed. She wasn't used to sleeping in places other than her room, but she has to get use to this room for now. She decided to take bath, when she came out of the toilet she began to look for the most decent night wear she had. She finally settled for a pajama suit before lying on the bed.

Sleep wasn't about to come because she has been lying for an hour and a half now, she wasn't surprised because she always finds it hard to sleep in new places. So she decided to go get something drink.

She switched on the bed side lamp and got off the bed, she put on a hoodie in case she runs into Muhammad. Opening the door, she looked both ways and at Muhammad's door which was right across the small hallway. Sure he was sleeping she thought, so she gently closed the door and quietly went downstairs. She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for what to take. She settled for milk, taking out the box she put it on the middle counter and turned to look for a cup.

She checked the cabinet and found one. Pouring the milk, she took her time drinking it. As she turned to put back the box into the fridge, her elbow pushes the cup and it falls down shattering it on the floor. "Ya Allah" she whispered and began to look for a broom and dustpan to pack the broken glass.

She found them on the holder beside the kitchen door and picked them up. Just as she began to sweep, the light came on. She looked up to find Muhammad standing at the entrance looking at her, she didn't even hear him coming down she thought. He was wearing a dark blue pajama pant and a black singlet. She realized she had to get used to seeing in things other than his every day wear as she looked away. She felt like a little kid who was caught in the act of doing something wrong.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up" apologizing as she stood up.

"Please don't apologize, what are you doing down there?"

"I came down to get something to drink and I mistakenly pushed the cup off the counter, I really tried to be quiet" she replied feeling very stupid. She went down again to continue packing the glass.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked sitting on a stool beside the counter.

"No, new place syndrome I guess" she smiled looking at him. She packed the glass and threw it into the bin by the sink.

"Yeah, was like that when I first moved in, couldn't sleep for the first week" Smiling at her as he wiped his eyes. She goes to the sink and washes her hand.

"When was that?" she asked while taking a sit opposite him.

"Two months ago, although sometimes I stay at my parent's estate, I liked it the moment I was showed the house. So I had Ilham fix it up"

"It looks amazing, she must be really good at what she does" she smiled.

"Yeah, she is" he smiled back.

"Would you like something to drink or eat?"

"Come to think of it, I don't think I have eaten. I got carried away, maybe a cup of tea but I can make it."

"No don't worry, I don't mind" smiling, she stood up and switched on the water kettle, took a cup from the cabinet and put the tea bag in the cup.

"Sugar?"

"One spoon" he replied while he kept looking at her.

"Milk?"