"Anisa please can we meet after Maghrib?" I heard Ibrahim say through his phone.
"who is Anisa?" I didn't know when that came out from my mouth. And trust me I immediately regretted it.
"my girlfriend" he said proudly with no remorse.
"yo-your what...
"so you did it?" farhaan asked. We are currently sitting in my office at home working on a project. "yeah, I guess. But I don't think she will give in." l sighed.
"I've hurt her way too much, l wouldn't blame her." I added.
"she loves you, she will surely give in". Farhaan assured me.
l looked up at him and laughed "I don't want her to love me farhaan, am already broken. And you know, some part of me still love Anisa. I don't want to hurt her more by not reciprocate her feelings." I explained.
"cut the crap man!!! I can't believe that good for nothing bitch is still in your list__"
"yes, she is still in my list, infact I still love her, and there is nothing you can do about it." I interrupted him. " why wouldn't I when she helped me when non of you were there for me? Anisa saved my life countless time in which non of you did. Anisa will always remain in my heart no matter how much she hurts me." I finished.
"Are you done?" he asked and I nodded. "Good, then you will forever remain a loser." he snorted.
"what's going on here?" someone spoke from behind. We both turned and saw the last person I expected to see.
"Maryam" farhaan called. Why should he call her name? As if I care. She didn't move nor speak.
"did you he__" he started but got interrupted.
"don't worry, I only heard the last statement." she smiled. Phew! That was close. "lunch is ready." she added and exited the room.
"wallahi you don't deserve her at any cost." farhaan hissed and walked away.
No one will ever understand what am going through. Even ummee still believe that I am a mistake, although she has accepted the fact that am her son. The memories are still fresh and is eating me emotionally.
Maryam's POV
I've been thinking about what Ibrahim said for the past few days. I've been ignoring him lately because I still haven't forgiving him. But I realised that there is no point in holding grudge with him. Afterall, he let down his pride and apologised and I think that's a great improvement.
I finished arranging the food on the table and decided to call Ibrahim. On reaching his office, I heard Ibrahim's yell, so I stopped right there. "I don't want her to love me, am already broken. And you know, some part of me still love Anisa. I don't want to hurt her more by not reciprocate her feelings." I heard him say. Oh wow. How nice of you Ibrahim. I wiped away my tears and went back to the kitchen because I don't want to eavesdrop.
I gave them about 10 minutes, am sure they will be done with whatsoever they are talking about. "good, and you will forever remain a loser." was all I heard before I announced my presence.
"what's going on here?" I asked.they both turned and looked at me, evidence of shock written on their faces.
"Maryam" farhaan called. " did you h___"
"don't worry, I only heard the last statement." I interrupted him. 'and maybe the first.' I wanted to add instead I said "lunch is ready." and walked away.
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After lunch, farhaan left. He was unusually quite throughout the meal. Something must have happened between him and Ibrahim. Now,am left with non other than my always smiling husband. Note the sarcasm.
I finished washing the dishes we used and was about living the kitchen when Ibrahim came in. "do you need any help?" he asked. I blinked my eyes twice and rubbed it very well to see if am not mistaken. The all arrogant and prideful Ibrahim Muhammad Hammanyero asking me if I need help, what a waaawuuuu!!!
"uhm no, am already done." I replied dryly. "okay then, come with me." he said, holding my hand and dragging me to the sitting room. What the jahannam is wrong with this guy? He can't be serious. "i-ibrahim are you high or something?" I can't help but ask. He ignored my question.
"sit" he ordered.
"you didn't answer my question." I said stubbornly.
"obey before complain." he said and I quietly sat down on the sofa next to. He also sat down on the sofa opposite mine and smiled. OMG he just smiled!!! Like seriously I never thought this day will come.
My husband smiled!
My husband smiled!!
My husband freaking smiled!!!!
I did a mental dance in my head. "I want to know you better." he bluttered.
"what!!!" I half-yelled. I don't think he's normal.
"I . Want. To. Know. More. About. You!" he repeated emphasizing on each and every word. More as if he knows anything about me.
"uhmm like what??" I asked.
"like everything, example childhood." he replied.
"my child___" his phone started ringing interrupting me. He picked up the call without checking the caller ID. It's like he's pissed off.
"Anisa?" his face softened as he called the name. How I wish he loves me the way he loves his Anisa. "what do you want?" he asked her. She said something and he asked "now?" she said something again "okay, am on my way." he said and returned the phone to his pocket.
"am sorry something came up, I will be back before maghrib." he told me. Without waiting for my reply, he took his car keys and left.
That's it. When things are getting better, that's when she'll show up. It seems like she has a huge impact in his life which am going to find out soon......
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As-salaam alaikum my dear reader,
I hope you are all fine??? Sorry for the late update, and wallahi i have no reasons. Just laziness.
Well, that's by the way.
Who enjoyed this chapter? Because honestly I enjoyed it. Anisa is such a fun killer bah? Sha me I like it like that.
Hmmm, Anisa and ibrahim's relationship??? Any guesses?? You should try please.
And guess what????
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!
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