I sighed as I sat on the bed and took off my hijab. It was 4:00 am and the whole night, I didn't have any sleep. It was darn tiring.
I heard some noises from the other room where Ty was staying.
I sighed.
Ty knew everything now. I had told him everything about me and the case. It was good in a way, but the same time, it was dangerous. I just hoped that he would be safe and unharmed.
I could take care of myself and I even own a gun. I mean, as an agent, I had full permission to use my gun and even have permission to fight with the criminals anytime, but for Ty, he didn't even own any weapons or had any permission to defend himself. If anything were to happen to him . . .
No!
What was I thinking?!
I slapped my cheeks. Nothing should happen to him.
Ty needed to be safe.
'Allah (S.W.T.), please protect Ty,' I muttered out a prayer.
I noticed my room door opening as Ty opened the door, holding a fast aid kit on his hands.
Ty looked at me and smiled.
"Hey," I smiled back.
"Hey to yourself," he said as he went near the bed and sat beside me. "I got the fast aid box. Show me your arm."
I looked at Ty and then my arm. I slowly rolled my sleeve over and exposed him my burnished swollen arm.
I looked at Ty and watched his expression. He didn't say anything. He looked at my arm and I could see the pain in his eyes. His eyes got a bit watery and I noticed him looking worried. There was a tint of anger in his eyes as well.
"Ty?"
"Does this happen often?" he asked slowly as he open the first aid box and began to clean my wound.
I smiled. "Yeah, pretty often. I am used to it by now," I said.
"Used to it," he mocked. "Nobody should ever get used to such a pain like this."
I listened to him silently as he was bandaging my arm.
"I am not telling you that it is a bad thing to work for law and justice but look at you," he said as he touched the swollen arm. "You are hurt and . . ."
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't read his expression. He was angry and worried. I just didn't know how to deal with somebody like this.
"How could you get hurt like this and still smile?" he asked as he looked at my arm. "No matter how much I think that it is your duty to work for law but I can't stop blaming myself."
I was confused.
Why was Ty blaming himself?
"I am your husband, your childhood friend . . . I am suppose to take care of you. I am suppose to support you and keep you safe and all this time, I wasn't even aware of the danger that you were going through," Ty said softly. His fingers were wrapping the bandage around my arm.
I felt my chest squeezed. It hurted me watch Ty this heart broken. I could sense the concern in eyes and the pain that he was feeling as he was bandaging my arm.
I didn't wanted him to feel like that. It wasn't his fault that I got hurt.
"Ty," I said as he finished bandaging my arm. "Look at me."
He didn't though.
He kept looking down.
I took my hands and cupped his cheeks and made him look at me. His eyes were watery.
Without saying anything, he wrapped his arm around me and hugged me.
This hug felt different. It was as if he didn't wanted to let go of me. It was as if he wanted to share the pain that I was feeling. It was as if he wanted to make sure that I was alright.
I wrapped my arms around him and let my tears run down my cheeks. I knew it was stupid to shed tears now but Ty just made me so vulnerable to him. I couldn't hide my feelings from him.
I just couldn't . . .
"Ty, I am okay," I said softly.
Ty shook his head and crook his head in my neck. "Do I have to explain you that if anything ever happen to you then . . ." his arms tightned around me. "I would loose the meaning of living."
My heart began to race. More tears began to run down my eyes as I clinged onto his shirt. Nobody had ever cared for me this much to tell me that.
Ty pulled away from me and cupped my cheeks, making me to look at him. Tears were running down my eyes.
"I am not telling me to leave your job. I want to see you strong. I want you to success but that doesn't mean that I want you to get hurt," he said softly.
I watched Ty speaking. I could hear his voice breaking.
"I don't know how to use guns or sword or even shoot arrows. I am not as strong as you," he said as he lower his head and hugged me. His head rested on my chest. "But, at least let me protect your heart. Let me share your pain."
I couldn't help but to burst into sob. Hearing him say such thing . . .
It was making me falling for him more.
"So please," he said as he pulled away from the hug and looked at me. "Don't try to be strong in front if me, Jess. I want to see your vulnerable side. I want to see your careless side. I want to see your sweet side. I want to see all of you," he said as he whipped my tears. "Please don't hide things from me or push me away, Jess. You mean so much to me. I cannot think any momment of life without you."
"I am sorry," I sobbed out.
I shouldn't have hid this from him. All I was doing was hurting him.
"I understand your point, Jess. But, I just want you to trust me," he said as he cupped my cheeks, whipping my tears with his fingers. "Trust us. Let me accompany you in your hard time. Let me involve in the case."
What?
"I want to help you, Jess," he said softly, not letting go of my cheeks. "I want to be a shield for you. I want to bear your pain before you feel them."
I kept looking at Ty. Tears were not stopping from my eyes.
"I want to be your strength, Jess. Let me show you how strong am I for you," he said as he rested his forehead on mine. I could feel his warm breath intoxicating my heart with warm. "Let me show you how much worthy am I for you."
I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him and begab to sob. It wasn't only tears of sadness. It was also the tears of happiness, the tears of warmth, the tears of feeling the person you love closer to your heart.
I gasped at my own thoughts.
Love?
I felt his warm arms hugging my body close to him. My head was on his chest, following the rhythms of his heart.
I felt my heart filled with warmth as I remembered all the times that I have spend with Ty.
Tears rolled down my eyes. I couldn't deny my feelings anymore. No matter, how hard I was trying to admit it, but I was falling for Ty.
I was falling in love with my own husband and my own teacher. I was falling in love with Tyran Ishfaq.
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Agent Bride
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