BOUND TO MY NEMESIS

22 ~ Some Friends I Have

I squinted at him quirking my lips to the side, I arched a brow in question gesturing to where he had been looking.
He shrugged looked over there once more slightly shaking his head and started advancing towards me, I made a dash to where he had been walked a little further the aisle and there was no one familiar there, "Seriously guy who were you talking with?" I asked in disappointment almost bumping into him when I turned around.

I took a few steps back nervously chuckling to mask my reaction, I could feel my heart's sudden increased erratic beat in my veins.

"So... ughmm " I cleared my throat my lips stretching in a forced smile "I uhm" I looked around like I was just realising we were having a staring contest at the middle of a shopping mall, garnering unwanted attention or this is just me overreacting.

He quirked a brow and I shook my head.

"My friends are waiting at the food court" I meekly muttered cringing inwardly at the crack in my voice.

"And uhm-" I mumbled squinting at him again "Enough of the anonymity card yeah" I added in a rush and serious tone, his eyes momentarily widened a frown marring his features, I shook my head and turned away searching the stands for anything interesting.

"Matan Dan" I closed my eyes, my heart thumping but gladdened at the mention of him, I needed that reminder maybe I needed huge paraphernalias with our pictures and marriage status on them to remind me I was still married, I was still Dan's wife and no matter how much I despised what he did to me, my heart might have bled might even still be bleeding for what could have been and I know for a fact my heart still yearns for him.

The underlying factor is I can't in anyway use Malik, he couldn't be a rebound never, there was no room for rebounds and no one was going to be anyone's liability, Malik is a gentleman and deserves the greatest lady there was.

"You want me to escort you?" he questioned walking past me to the cashier, I shrugged and scurried to the exit waiting for him outside the store.

I'd have ran to the girls but I think I've had enough of that, I'd face my demons head on, hit them in the head like they're messing with me.

I needed to think straight and for that to happen; like the air I needed to breath I was in dire need of a large chunk of tranquility to reign in my heart and head.

I looked down at the small package he had in his hands when he came out my eyes slowly skimming over his casual attire in the process and rolled my eyes, it was evident he didn't come all the way to the mall to buy whatever it was he had in his hands, there were local department stores in the neighborhood for that.

"Shall we?" he asked a light crease appearing on his forehead.

"You'll go for the results tomorrow right?" I asked, his frown deepened his lips opening and closing, he squinted his eyes at me and shook his head, "Isn't it too personal, for me to go for ?" he finally asked.

I rolled my eyes at him silently tsking he was worried to go for the results but he had no problem tagging along when I was going for the test, it isn't even like I've asked him to read out the results.

I shrugged and started for the aisle that lead to the eatery I had come from.

A sigh slowly left my lips when I heard his step behind me.

"I'm your therapist Salma, I'm happy about the progress we've made but I'm afraid you might be latching on to me too much" I stopped abruptly at his words.

Does that mean he's caught on with my recent hay wire thoughts?

"I'll go for the results but you'll have to read it yourself and make a decision, I won't impose what I deem fit on you but I'll always be here to listen you ok, " he added the latter in a soft soothing whisper.