My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria

Chapter Thirty- Seven

Before I start I want to thank y'all for the 10k reads. What the hell?... It's so amazing like I'm so overwhelmed. I didn't expect it to go this far at first but now it's a dream come true. Special thanks to Queenof_suspense for recommending my book. Y'all should check her book too "her lost memories"
Thank you to everyone who started out with me till the end. I love you ♥ ♥

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Zoeya's POV

Few weeks later

I smiled again as I drove out of the hospital with Aaryan in front of my seat. He looked out of the window with keen intrest. When I was told he would be discharged few days ago my joy knew no bound. Now he's going home with me. To our home. My lips curved into another smile as I thought of that.

"Stop looking at me or else you'll get us killed". He joked while still looking at the window. His overgrown hair was now parked in a messy bun.

I laughed happily while I kept my eyes on the road. His hand found their way to mine and then butterflies erupted immediately. I did not want to break hand contact with him. I wanted it to last this way but he took his hand off to turn on the radio. I pouted in anger but luckily most stations were speaking Spanish or Romanian languages so he switched it off and placed his hand on mine.

"You know I've always wanted to ask you. Why did you come to Italy?". He turned to look at me but I focused on the road squarely.

Memories flooded my head and I remembered that day that I was broken, confused and tired. "I don't know. I just knew that if I was to be chased after, Italy would be one of the least countries. And I've always wanted to visit here". We turned into our street.

"Hmm. And faith brought us together". He rubbed my palms in circle which made my cheek warm up.

"Zoe you know we have alot to talk about right?. Alot of catching up to do?". I entered the driveway and switched off the engine.

I sighed and looked at Him. "Yes, we do but if you don't.... ".

"Of course I want to. I want to know what you've been doing all this while. What kept you going and all. I don't know we just NEED to talk". He placed an emphasis on the 'need'.

I nodded "shall we?". I gesticulated towards the door.

We both came down and I helped him get his suitcase while he waited for me. I insisted that he shouldn't stress himself out. As we headed to try door he wrapped his hands around mine. Just like that, that little gesture sent a thousand wave of butterflies down my stomach and I looked back at him to see if he felt that way but his face was rock hard as if he was thinking about something important. I wanted to ask why but resisted the urge to.

We were at the door now. I looked at him as if to ask his permission to open the door. He nodded in approval so I pressed the door bell. Immediately the door swung open and revealed Mrs Haroon in a black hijab. Her eyes darted from me to Aaryan, she placed her hands on her chest and said some incoherent words while a tear slipped from her eyes.

I stepped back and let them use their eyes and heart to communicate to each other. She was shorter than Aaryan so she had to look up to maintain eye contact.

"Mum". He bent to take her hand and placed it on his forehead. She retrieved her hands and cupped his cheek. She looked at him frantically as if searching for signs of injuries or something.

"Oh baby. My baby". She sobbed as she hugged his slightly stooped figure. He was still at first but then he returned the gesture. She sobbed on his shoulder, I didn't know I was crying till I felt something on my cheek.