His Gorgeous Muslimah (completed) √

Chapter four

    MINAL'S POV.

For the first time in what seemed like forever,  I slept peacefully . It was very cold and I used a small wrapper to cover myself. 

Unconsciously,  I smiled making an attempt to draw the wrapper up but then, I felt something heavy.  This isn't the weight of what I used to cover myself before sleeping.  Just then,  I perceived a scent that only one person has. No it can't be.
   

  I quickly sat up and took a closer look. It was a duvet .  Who must have covered me with a duvet while I was asleep? I felt so happy and I didn't realize when I started crying.  At least someone cares.  I looked at the blanket which provided me so much warmth. It's either Abba or the Faruk. Then I thought of how he helped me in the kitchen and how exceptional  he was.

I cried harder realizing what I've gotten myself into.  For goodness sake Jiddah,  you are a housemaid with no family.

Hajiya and Amma do call me a bastard considering I have no family  but am I?  Didn't I have a family before I lost my memory? 

  I closed my eyes trying hard to remember but deep inside me,  I know I belong to a family. I'm just a housemaid  and he (Umar Faruk ) is from a wealthy and highly respected family . I better stop daydreaming and face reality. We can never be...
       

  "Why would someone be crying by this time of the day?" someone asked. I looked up and there he stood waiting for my reply. 

He came closer and sat beside me.  Ya Allah! Please make him leave.  I don't want anyone to see us like this. Oh no.

    "Jiddah " he called softly.  Ya Salam. I couldn't look up to stare at him.

"Ever since  I came to this house,  you've always been crying which isn't the best thing for you to do.  Stay strong and pray hard. You'll definitely regain your memory and will unite with your family again In Sha Allah. Just have it at the back of your mind that no condition is permanent "

   O My God!  His last words sounded so familiar.  I could see images in my head but still couldn't remember. A woman in her forties and... 

"Ya Salam!" I said leaning back and placing my hands on my head. "No condition is permanent"

I kept repeating . You must remember Jiddah.

 "Jiddah are you OK?! " he asked.  I totally forgot he was there. I opened my eyes wiping the tears from my eyes and smiled at him. 

"You were trying to remember something Jiddah.  Did you? " after some minutes of silence, he spoke again "Please talk to me Jiddah".

  "Your last sentence sounded so familiar.  I've heard it before and as I tried remembering,  I saw images in my head but couldn't recognize anyone.Ya Salam! My head hurts."

    He kept quiet for a while thinking . He then stood up and left.  I was hurt.  I thought someone cared but he just left like that.  I covered my face and cried really hard. No one cares about you jiddah. You're all alone in theis world. Not even your memory is with you.

"Jiddah " he called softly.  I looked at him and there he was with a glass of water and  pills 💊 . "Here. 

Take this and have some rest. It will ease the pain In Sha Allah. I collected the pills and made an attempt to stand up.  "Where to? " he asked. 

   "I want to get some water." he looked at me suprised . "Is it urine that is in my hand? "

   "No I'm sorry " I quickly apologized realising how angry he was. "Hajiya bought me my cups, plates and spoons. She said I shouldn't use those."

I said pointing at the cup in his hand. 

  "It's either you take this water now and in this cup or I stop talking to you and.... " I quickly grabbed the cup ,took the pill and drained the water before he could finish his sentence.  I wouldn't take that risk. "Just an hour and 20 minutes to Subhi. Have some rest before then".

He said and with that,  he stood up and made his way out of the kitchen.  Just as he instructed,  I slept till it was Subhi time and after praying,  I started my chores  happily.

  "Jiddah! Jiddah!! "  Hajiya called as I ran upstairs to answer. "She gave me some money and a list of what to buy. Daddy is coming home today and finally, I would be treated like a human being before he leaves.

  I rushed to my room,  changed my clothes then I stared at my reflection in the mirror.  Not too bad. I caught myself  applying some lip gloss and then lining my eyes. This is what I have never done in months. Ever since I came to this house.

I stole my way out of the house not wanting to see either Amma or Hajiya. I wouldn't want them commenting on my appearance and my numerous boyfriends. It would've been bad if I were caught with these glossy lips and lined eyes.

Once I was out, I  took in a deep breath and stopped to relax under a tree just next to the house before I continued with my journey to the market.

It's a sunny day and from all indications, I have to walk a long distance before getting a public transport so i made up my mind for a so uncomfortable walk.

    Someone pressed the horn behind me and I hissed. The car came and stopped right in front of me. It was then I just noticed.  Its Salim's car and the realization made my heart beats faster. 

I'm in trouble  I thought.  Why did he follow me.  "Will you come in or till  when you're done doing Jan aji for me? " 

I looked up and smiled and then he smiled back at me. I then frowned rolling my eyes and he did same.

I entered the car and when we started to move,  he asked the market I was going to and I told him. When we got there, he insisted on coming with me but I refused and I had to beg with tears in my eyes before he could give up.  I wouldn't want any of Hajiya's friends or that of Amma  seeing us together.

    "Assalamu alaikum " someone greeted.  I was done buying all I needed and I was approaching the parking lot where Faruk was patiently waiting for me. 

"Wa'alaikumus Salam. " I replied not bothering to see who it was.  It's definitely one of those guys who find it hard to ignore any girl they see. If that's not the case then why would someone bother about a maid with no family.  More of a bastard.  

   " I would appreciate if you spare me some of your time. " He said hurrying to catch up with me. I sighted him. .. I mean Umar Faruk looking directly at us.  Ya salam!  What would he now think of me?  A whore?  Or would he now believe Amma anytime she talks about my numerous boyfriends! Oh Ya Salam! I'm doomed.

   I turned and faced the guy who was still following  me.  He was good looking and.....  No Jiddah. Please don't  go there.  "Excuse me Mister.  I'm so sorry but I would appreciate if you leave me alone. Your getting me into trouble as my brother is watching us.  Please I beg you. "

    He shrugged " Let's go then.  I would love to meet your brother . Is that him? "  He was pointing at Umar then without a word,  he approached him. Ya salam. When I got to the car,  they were talking and I saw them exchange numbers.  The guy left and I was still standing beside the car.  How am I going to face Umar?   It's not as if  there's something going on between us but I would not want him ignoring and maltreating me the way the others do. "Will you keep standing there staring at your boyfriend or get in. ?" 

We drove home in silence and I wished he would say something.  "Faruk" I started. "Wallahi it's not what you think. I don't know him he just....... ".  

"...and why are you telling me? " he interrupted me .  I looked down wishing the ground will just open and swallow me. 

He was right. Why did I tell him?  He dropped me outside the house and left going to where only God knows.
 
Wow!  Why did Jiddah tell him just like he asked. Does she want to clear herself or there's another reason behind.  Pls do comment on your views and also like.  Much love 😍 😍 😘