THE LOVE CONTRACT (ON HOLD!)

The love contract- A walk in the dark.

Khalil's POV:

"No mother...I don't know, I guess so. Yes. She's here." I sighed, handing the phone over to Aaliyah who was sat on the kitchen island studying me ever so nervously as she had watched me for the past five minutes, talking to my mother.

She reached out and took the phone out of my hands cautiously and for a second my hand lingered near her wrists as she chew on her lip, bringing the phone steadily to her ears. Her other hand stayed stuck to her lap.

"Assalamu'alaikum," she greeted timidly, her shyness dominating the confident loud mouth that I knew a few minutes ago.

I slowly nodded at her reassuringly; this was exactly the type of girl my parents liked, and that was all that mattered. I looked down as my thumbs played on my forehead, keeping an ear out to hear what they were discussing, most probably about me.

"Alhamdullilah, I'm good," she said.

"We can't wait to meet you soon my darling," my mother uttered excitedly over the line.

"Me too, Insha'Allah," Aaliyah responded shortly, a small smile lingered on her lips.

I could hear her faint voice conversing away with her 'daughter in law', asking multiple questions and soon made out the vague five worded sentence; "Is he looking after you?"

My head instantly shot up to look at Aaliyah anxiously waiting for the right reply, her unassured face had shown little emotion yet her eyes held so much and I knew she was hesitating.

"Y-yes aunt-I mean M-mom?" she stuttered, trying to correct herself.

She blushed wildly, a bright pink hue overtaking her cheeks; looking somewhat cute. But of course, looks could be deceiving, so I swatted away the unnecessary thoughts and sighed in relief.

After a few minutes of talking, they exchanged their goodbyes and she hung up, staring up at me with her big a blank face as if she was expecting an answer. Did she want me to thank her for not lying?

"So..." she trailed off quietly. I attempted to change the subject and cleared my throat.

"I should be off to work, I'm already late as it is, here take this,"

Aaliyah's POV:

He reached into the inside pocket of his suit and presented a gold credit card in front of me along with a set of keys. I was fascinated by the fact he had them made so quickly, yet held my emotions aside, painting on a blank face.

I looked up in confusion, as he handed the items over.

"Why the card?" I asked, my breathing hitched for a second as his hands came an inch closer to mine. His strong scented cologne lingered in the air near to me, once again, causing my insides to melt and my heart to plummet recklessly.

"Shopping, groceries, whatever you fancy," he listed dryly.

I frowned. I owned some money at the bank, money I had worked hard for, why did I have to rely on him to provide for me?

"I don't need your money," I stated, the irony of that, given the situation.

"Take it, it's only one of the many,"

I scoffed, reaching out to hand his precious credit card back. "I said I don't need it,"

He frowned, "Aaliyah please, just accept the damn card, you're making me late already," he uttered, clearly annoyed.

"You're giving me enough for God's sake's, the offer, remember?" I grew impatient, tapping my foot nervously on the ground, the last thing I wanted was for him to think of me as a gold digger and needy.