His Skivvy

Chapter 21 ( Jaundiced )

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Laylah's POV

Today was really tiring. I'm so stressed out with much fatigue that I don't even know if I can cope with. Being in the school for 11hours no be joke. I attended five different lectures today. And the worse one was the course we borrowed Anatomy. Is still part of my course though. But believe me is the most difficult one among all. Walking out of the school, I sighted Mr doctor leaning on his car and making call as usual.

When I come closer, I heard him say
" She's fine, and don't worry about the money you're sending, I'm taking care of her mercilessly. But you need to add more because the one you send is exhausted."  

   I heard him say. I was shocked from what I heard! Are my ears really functioning well? Or do I need to visit the ear clinic? Yaa Allah let it not be true. I stay glued, not moving. Just then an idea slipped my mind. I'll just act as if I didn't hear anything and act smart.

I make a move that shows like I'm just arriving so he quickly hung up the call which gives me another hint that he's surely guilty and culpable. So I just masked my questioning look off and act the way we always do everyday. Not after promising my inner self to find out what he's hiding sooner or later.

   Slipping into the car, he ignited the engine smiling widely to which I wonder why. So I asked

   "Why are you happy today? What's the big news?" I asked waiting for a trustable answer.

   "Well, I'm just getting some of my long lost money back." He said.

  Which gives me a solid reason to abide by what I heard earlier. I congratulate him and after that, silence enveloped us.

Walking into the house tirelessly, I slipped off the heavy cardigan I'm putting on and head straight to my room and took a hot bath because today's weather is extra freezing. After performing my ablution, I zipped up my free Arabian bubu then put on my boyfriends jacket to keep warm. I prayed Maghreb before ambulating out of the floor to the kitchen. I'm very hungry and I feel like eating the whole food in the house.

I made Chinese brown rice with chicken kebab and shrimps topping it with a fresh mango drink. After one hour of cooking, I tirelessly set the dining and wait for Mr doctor to come out. Why is he not coming out? I don't think I can wait any longer so I made my way to his room. (Something I never did) I somehow feel like I'm not doing the right thing going into a non-mahrams room but sha, I cannot die starving so I just have to.

Turning the door knob, I walked into the dark brown room. The middle sized bed, full length mirror, and cupboards that are neatly clean and the neat curtains that compliment the room even more. Even the tiles are brown. Like who would choose a dark room? A cultist? Oh yeah. (So y'all this grumpy doctor have no sense of style) I saw him looking backwards facing the neat dark brown curtains making a phone call. But immediately he noticed my presence, he hung up the call.

   "Uhm.. I've set the table let's eat before it gets cold." I said not looking at him.

   "Okay I'll be right there." He said walking into the toilet and closing the door behind him.

This gives me the chance to go through his phone and see what he's hiding. I tiptoed to the bedside drawer and took the expensive iPhone X and go through it. To my surprise, the phone has no pcode. I swiftly go through his Messages and a certain one got my eyes and attention.

   "HE" Like who would ever saved a name as HE? Now I agree that I'm Living with a psychopath. I saw different photograph of me much of which I'm smiling. God! What? What's this man doing with my pictures? I mean sending it to some other people out there. By any chance is he going to kidnap me? Or sell me? Subahanallah I gasp.

I quickly clear the recent app and locked the phone. When I heared him turn the tap off so I had to rush out before he sees me. I made my way to the dining room, forming my best calming self. Immediately he sat down, we dug in not after blabbering about how delicious the meal is. Well, you don't have to tell me. I know how to cook. I said to myself and continue digging in.

After a little while, we're fine and I clear the table while he took his lazy ass to the  sitting room with his laptop. Mtswe, I hissed under my breath and clean the dishes. I hate the fact that he never offer a helping hand. Not even once. I wonder how his wife will manage him. Because I cannot tolerate such nonsense!

   After cooking the food, you eat and still let me wash the dishes? Like really? You gotta be kidding me. I cannot be cooking everyday while all you do is eat and sleep. I understand the fact that he also play his role by providing. But that was then. Now that I realize how untrustworthy he's, I cannot trust him anymore. I'm not crazy to make him understand I'm suspicious of him. Of course I know what I'm doing. And is not that I'm sure and trust what I saw. No I don't!
But I'll surely finds out more sooner or later.

I tirelessly drag my feet to my room and shut the door with a key this time around because I don't want him to sell me off. I cannot trust anyone. I just have to clear my doubts before trusting him again. And if the opposite happens, then I'm sorry to say I'm going to park my things and make my way to my father land. Like I'm not crazy, albeit I'm still not okay with my assumptions. But I'll surely need a solid answer.

She dozed off to lala land.

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