UMAR'S POV.
I was happy with the decision daddy made. Jiddah would finally be a happy girl. I was in the car waiting for her to come when I heard her voice. I looked up but she was no where. What just happened. Was I daydreaming?! My mind flashed back to when she entered into the living room. She looked so breathtaking. She looks hotter when she's scared. I didn't know when I started laughing. How she looked when Dad asked her where she sleeps. I actually thought her eyes were about to fall off. What's keeping her so long I thought looking at my wrist watch. There she was, majestically walking towards me.
"Assalamu alaikum"she said as she she got in. I answered but not to her hearing. I don't know why but ever since the incident that happened some days ago in the market, I felt I no longer wanted to talk to her. We drove in awkward silence . As I turned slowly at her direction, I noticed she was staring at me. Like seriously?! I couldn't help but smile.
"Take a picture Jiddah. It lasts longer "
I told her but she seemed to be lost in her thoughts. I repeated myself and that was when she heard and shyly, she turned.
"I wasn't staring " she said"I never said you were. I just said "Take a picture. It lasts longer" I could be talking of something else but it's so obvious you were actually staring since that's the first thing that came into your mind." I replied back.
"I wasn't staring. I was just wondering why you suddenly changed. " she said. " Change " I asked. I listened to her as she complained .
From the way she spoke, I could say she was really hurt. Then she stopped talking and I couldn't bare to see the pain in her eyes. I focused on the road and I felt happy when I realized we were close to the market. Just a five minute drive.
I looked at her and there she sat, looking straight. I watched as her hands slowly moved from her laps to her face where she wiped her tears. Subhana Allah ?! Was she crying? I've never felt this guilty . I parked the car the before I could say a word, she got down and stood waiting for me.
My eyes were fixed on her as I approached her. I couldn't read the expression on her face. I've seen her happy and sad but not like this. I know what I did was wrong but what's my reason?
"What again do you need? " I asked for the hundredth time today. We came to shop for her but she just stands behind me either sulking or biting her nails. She always shakes her head or ignore my question. I just stood there looking at her not knowing what to do.
I called mum and told her everything. She promised to send me a list of what she thinks I should get her which she did five minutes later after we ended the call.
"Go back to the car and wait since there's nothing you need" I said giving her the key.
She collected it and walked away without even sparing word . It's really killing me. I really do owe her an apology and explanation.
An hour and thirty minutes later, I was all done and exhausted. I bought everything mum asked me to and even some I considered she will need. I even got her some undies 😁 😁. I would have saved her the shame if she cooperated.
As I approached the parking lot with some guys behind me, I noticed a guy talking to her and it seemed they've been talking for long. He left the moment they sighted me which made me wondering. It's not as if I care.
After paying the guys who helped me carry the shopping bags, I entered the car and zoomed off without even sparing her a glance.
We drove home in an uncomfortable silence. I know she deserves an explanation and apology from me but not any longer. When we got home, I parked the car and quickly came out carrying almost everything I bought with me to her room. I was about leaving when she got in. We almost bumped into each other but thankfully we didn't. She paused for a while trying to catch her breath. I guess she must be scared to death. She finally adjusted making way for me to pass. "Thank You" I heard her mutter as I closed the door .
Ayyeee 😔. I guess I deserve to be beaten. Just 778 words!! 😱 I'm so sorry guys but trust me I'll make it up to you.
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