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Anisah's point of view

I sit on my hospital bed as I let out a sigh. Faking a miscarriage is not funny especially the guilt.

Mama has been feeling bad for me, trying to make me feel better and was there for a non existent miscarriage patient.

Hasneem and Mohammad made the room available. I am supposed to be discharged today. I can't wait to go back home and leave this hospital.

I need to take a good shower. It has been a week since the 'accident'. Maryam and ameera were told and they supported me through Skype.

I sometimes felt nauseous and dizzy due to boredom most probably.

Mohammad walks in wearing none other but sweats. I told him that he isn't supposed to be going out with it but he refused.

I and Mohammad are still in the professional zone and I would like to keep it that way. I think.

I stand up, taking a basket of chocolate that was bought for me. I got into the car, feeling rather bored.

The drive was nice because it has been so long since I have been outside. I walk in the house and went to the room to take my bathe.

I stand in front of the mirror wearing my bra and my panties. I look at how I gained weight.

I am alone in the room so I can do this. My mind drifts to my siblings. I miss them badly.

"What are you thinking about?" Mohammad asks as I jump in fear while he walks toward me. "You scared me, you should've knocked."

I say taking a deep breath. "It's nothing."
"That's your best statement nowadays." He hugs me from behind.

I feel tense as he places his chin on my shoulder. I look away when I felt him kiss my neck.

I feel more uncomfortable. "Can you stop this?" I ask looking at him through the mirror.

"What exactly?" He asks looking back at me. "This, we should be professional." I say turning to face him.

"Besides, you were the one that said we should be professional." I add before I walk to the bedroom.

"You're right, I did say that because I was not thinking straight." He follows me.

"So you were transferring all that anger on me? I know I had my own share but do I deserve it?"

I cross my arms across my chest. "I didn't know what came over me. I'm sorry."

"I can't live like this. From this problem to another so we should just stick professionally."

I say before I place a kiss on his lips. I feel him pull me closer by the waist, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"I need to get ready, your mother will be having guests." I say to him but he continues holding me.

"Okay." He let me go as I walk into my closet to get ready. I close the door, kissing my teeth.

It is for the best. I thought then wore my brown laced dress with a veil.

I walked down stairs and headed to the kitchen. I needed to get it all ready. Mama didn't want me to do it but I insisted.

I get the tray ready as I turn to wash the fruits in the sink. The kitchen door swung open behind me.

"You look elegant." Ismail compliments and I take a deep breath before I went back to getting the tray ready.

I ignore him while he stood looking at me. "I would've never thought that Mohammad was so desperate to get married." I ignore him.