After I do's

Chapter 7

I woke up to the sun rays shining on my face. I realized that I didn't wake up from the slumber feeling light headed and relaxed for long time. I smiled sitting up.

Was I always a morning person?

I looked to my left and saw Hamzah still sleeping. His face hidden from the bright lit room, covered with a warm, grey colored blanket. I felt like teasing him by taking away his blanket, when my memories of last night came back and I thought I could spare him this time. I searched for my phone on the bedside table to get the time, it was nowhere to be found.

A little panic rose within me, I jumped to my feet, my gaze went to the clock on the wall. It was 09:26 am. Winters, and how untrustworthy they were. I tried to wake up Hamzah who thought I was exaggerating the time as usual and continued his slumber. I washed myself up as quickly as possible and literally shoved his phone with the screen on, in his face. After a few seconds, Hamzah ran here and there.

While Hamzah was in the shower, I took the golden opportunity to ring my phone up using his, before he went to work, with his permission of course. The number was being dialed which was quite surprising for an iphone because it was usually low on battery despite not using it much. I thanked Allah for that. But no phone seemed to ring in the room.

Don't tell me it's on silent!

No! No! No!

What if it is somewhere else in the house? When did I use it last?

My brain searched in the memories that I had of yesterday and last thing that came was messaging Hamzah with it. I racked my brain for what else had happened and it took me back to the scene of me being comforted in Hamzah's arms. That's when it clicked. The envelope and the gecko inside it.

I dashed to the drawing room where I opened the envelope with my phone filming the entire procedure. When I reached there the phone was not to be found. I felt defeated and played to like a fool.

How could I be so stupid? Anyone could've take it. There was important evidence on that phone, not to mention all the bank accounts were logged in too. I just hope it doesn't fall in bad hands.

I ran around the house searching the whole house, roaming my eyes in search of the phone. I went back to all the places where I and Hamzah had gone to, in the house. It was as if it vanished into thin air.

Defeated, I went back to the room. Apparently the frown on my face was quite visible that when Hamzah came out of the bathroom, dressed sharply as usual, he cracked a joke on it.

Did he specifically care about me or was it in his nature to be frank with every walking person.

I was about to roll my eyes when it occured to me.

'Hamzah, did you see my phone by any chance?' I asked nonchalantly in the middle of setting the bed.

'Noo.. Why? You can't find it?' He asked tying his tie.

'Obviously. Why would I ask you otherwise?' I looked at him giving him 'are you serious?' look.

He was struggling with his tie. For a moment, I didn't believe it. This was a famous scene found in drama serials. The guy struggles with his tie and the girl helps him. Was he acting or was he really struggling? Should she help or let him be?

Her feet didn't move on their on accord nor did she feel a push from the any force, in fact what she felt was rather a pull. She was staring wide eyed at him with all her moments frozen. The grey blanket, Hamzah loves next to his mother hanging from her hand which was clutched to her stomach.