Halaal Love

Chapter 35

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Habibah's POV

I stare at her in bewilderment. "You have no right to extrude me out of this room! That-the man lying on the bed is my husband! I have all the rights to stay here!"

She stands up, "If he is your husband, you wouldn't cheat on him! You wouldn't make him suffer and lead him to an accident which can cause his life to fly away! Habibah, you're just ruining his life!"

Her words seep into my mind like a strike of a lightning. How can one's words be so true yet also untrue? It feels like a thousand needles have found its way to my heart.

"You... Are merely a sister-in-law. You know nothing about our marriage life, Amira. He got into an accident, it wasn't because of my fault! I wasn't there! You can blame me if he was calling me that time, but he wasn't..."

Amira opens her mouth to reply, but quickly shuts it back when a noise from the machine attracts our attention. My eyes diverted its attention to Omar. He has regained his consciousness-but was suffocating for air!

"Call the doctor! Call the doctor!" I yell to Amira for help. She nods her head quickly, disappearing from the room to call a doctor.

Minutes later, a doctor and two nurses arrive at the room. The doctor begin to check up on Omar's condition while the nurses send Amira and I, out of the room.

I lean on the wall of the outside of the room, silently praying that everything's fine. There's currently no conversation going on between Amira and I, after our argument, back then.

The sound of footsteps coming near to us are heard throughout the hallway. I turn around to find my parents and Omar's parents running towards Amira and I.

"Allah, what happened to Omar?" Mom questions first, holding the both of my shoulders.

"I don't know yet, mom. The doctor is checking on him. In sha Allah he'll be fine." I force a smile to appear on my lips.

"I hope so." From the corner of my eyes, I can see my dad, appearing guilty of what he's done. Well, I'd be guilty too if I were him. After all, he's the one who has been forbidding me to meet my own husband.

I sigh, approaching my dad. I whisper, "Dad, you see what's going on now, right? Are you still going to stop me from seeing him?"

He exhales a breath, "Habibah, I did that for your sake. So you won't get hurt."

"But dad! You know now what happened to us because you forbade me from seeing him."

"I'm sorry, habibti. I'm sorry... It's all my fault."

"It's fine. As long as you admit your mistake, I forgive you. After all, you're my dad..." I smile. He pats my head. I remember how he used to do it a lot when I was a kid. I'd show him my tests which I succeeded to gain full marks, and he'd always pat my head.

A short while later, the doctor comes out with a smile plaster on his face. "Alhamdulillah wa shukurillah(Praise be to Allah and Thanks to Allah, the patient has gained his consciousness and is now in a stable condition. He will be moved to the inpatient room. For now, only two people can visit him."

"Shukran(thank you) doctor. Shukran for your hardwork." Uncle Fahad, Omar's dad's the one to speak up after we all pray in rejoice. Th doctor nods his head and smiles in reply and excuses himself to go.

"So, who wants to visit?" Amira asks.

"I'll go." I reply. She immediately lowers her head, facing the floor in guilt. "I'll go in with Amira."

She stares at me in shock, giving me the -are-you-serious- questioning look. I nod my head with a grin. "Thank you!"

"No problem. Let's go." We enter the room, hand in hand. I guess that's already a sign that we're already in peace now.

"Assalamualaikum(May peace be upon you)..." We both greet in unison. Omar replies our Salaam in a whisper.

"Kayfa Hallak?(How are you?)" I approach him, taking a seat on the bed. He smiles.

"Alhamdulillah(praise be to Allah). I thought you'll never come back."

"Pfft, you and your paranoia. Of course I'll come back. You know... I love you." I stick out my tongue with Amirah laughing behind us.

"Really? Why do I feel like I'm doubting that?" My face fall. I frown. He still doesn't believe me? "I was joking! Oh Allah, your expression is priceless!"

"Ahh! Always with the same teasing attitude-pfft." I throw the pillow at him lightly.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry!"

"It's fine..."

"No, I truly mean it. I'm sorry that I extruded you. And I'm sorry too for not believing you-for being jealous too." I laugh hysterically at the last part. "But you know I was jealous because I love you!"

"I know, I know..." I smile. He stretches out his arm for a hug. I wiggle my brows, teasing him.

"Ahh come on! You know you miss me." I chuckle. Can't deny that! I pull him in a tight embrace that I've been longing for. "I miss you too."

"Kyaa! I'm outta here! Oh gosh, my eyes. I'm out, I'm out!" Amira yells frantically, running out of the room while covering her eyes with her hands. She makes us laugh.

"That's bad of you to make her feel like a third-wheel!" I remark. Omar shrugs.

"She should've known. I miss you more than her." I gape, laughing.

"Oh gosh, Omar! You're terrible." At the end, we both spend the night laughing and cuddling like we haven't met each other since a decade.