Then came you

Chapter 33

She had been feeling quite queasy for days now, she thought it was because she was stressed though. She sat on the bed leg crossed with the second bowl of prawn crackers. crunching it hungrily.

She had even forgotten she took a test until she picked the remote from the bedside drawer, and the kit fell on the floor.

She picked it kit up, and the result stared back at her. The plus sign was so prominent, she was pregnant.

She looked at it carefully again, in utter disbelief,  though she had an idea of what was wrong with her, it was strange now.

She kept it aside and placed her hand on her flat tummy. She didn't even know what to do, she didn't see that one coming. 

Wow, pregnant Nasreen... Are you thinking of raising this child alone? I know you can, but the child would need his father someday, are you going to continue being angry at him, you have to give him a chance everybody deserves second chances, and you love him Nasreen, you do a lot, and you know who you married, he would need you at the time of his life... Her subconscious mind told her.

That's it, Nas, you can do this today you are going to call Irfan and talk to him and tell him he is going to be a dad again, you are going to fix things with your husband today. That's right, Nasreen. She said to herself. She picked her phone from the bed she blew out a breath, and then dialled his number.

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"Irfan I need to see you now." She said in her bossiest tone ever.
"You are very bossy," Irfan replied with a wide grin on his face if only she could see how happy he was.

"And you like it Irfan, so, get. over. here. now." "Yes, my love right away..." He danced, up till now.

Today he was going to see his wife, he
didn't care if hell was going to freeze all he knew was that, she would be coming home today, In sha Allah, he had rehearsed his apology speech, He couldn't bear to live another minute without her. He knew she was waiting for him.

He shaved his overgrown beards, had a haircut, he was looking better than the last three weeks.

He looked at his self in the mirror, spritzing his Paul Sebastian perfume. "Let's go get chicken back home."  He grabbed his car keys and off he zoomed off, he was so happy.
He never stopped praying to his lord for forgiveness,  peace and harmony back in his family again.

He had informed Nasreen that he was on his way, he even sent her a picture of two cones of Ice cream. Is this going to make you happier? He texted.  Only if the two cones are mine she replied with a smiling emoji.  

He was just ten minutes away from the penthouse, and five minutes to the Ice cream shop, when he got a call from Amani. "Hello, Irfan!" Her voice trembled, as she spoke.

"What is it Amani, why are you sounding like that?"
"You have to help me Irfan, he is going to kill me. Oh my God Ahhhh..." She screamed over the phone. Her line went flat.

He called her again but she didn't pick up. He called her thrice, and she didn't pick up until after the fourth attempt she picked up. She was sounding so gibberish, Irfan couldn't understand a single word she was saying.

"Look Amani I want you to stay calm, don't panic am on my way okay, just text me your address."

What kind of dilemma was this, he was put in a conundrum. He had to do the right thing, at the nick of time or else somebody would be killed and he had an opportunity to save her, he couldn't live with that guilt.

So he drove off to Amani's apartment. He had belatedly forgotten about his beloved wife. But then he thought he would explain to her what happened.