Remember To Forget

Chapter 12- A Touch Of Lips

What just happened? I thought Madinah would be calm instead. Since most women love flowers, don't they? Whether black or white, Flowers tend to heal wounds better than words and drugs..." Zayd said to himself and woke up from the dream of it. "She must accept this. I'll make sure of that." He promised himself.
Zayd picked the rose and ran after her. He wouldn't want his one-time-opportunity with his Deenah to end in vain.

No! I'll make sure she accepts this! I can't believe Deenah is playing hard to get. Huh! Ladies and their wahala sha! If you propose, you're rushing. If you don't, you're delayed. If you hug them, you want something. If you don't, you're not romantic. I wonder if mum also played this hard to get with dad. I heard they married at a very young age - was a year older than I am when he got married. It's been three months since Deenah and I started courtship. I don't think its time to delay any longer. I mean.. I've known Deenah for 18 years, we're both of age and my intentions with her are clear and sincere. I just wanted her to know I'm ready, at least."Zayd thought as he finally reached her room.

He caught the glance of Madinah breaking some stuff in her room, shouting and screaming, pouring her anger out. She looked frustrated and disappointed.

Zayd rushed to stop her, holding her from the back and cluching her into a very soft, back hug.

Madinah is always like this whenever she's upset about something. She suddenly turns wild and unstoppable. At least, most times. It's a way she thinks it is to calm down - throwing it out till she's empty.

"Stop doing this to yourself please, I hate to see you hurt." Zayd begged but she pulled away and gave him a hot slap. "Get out of here! Don't touch me ever again! Just leave me alone! I want to be alone, Zayd"

"But I don't want to leave you alone. I always want to be with you and keep you safe and happy. I can't let you hurt yourself like this. At least, not for my sake!"

"Why do you care?" Madinah freaked out. I said leave me alone!"

She kept hitting him on his chest, over and over again. She hit him severely with tears pouring down her eyes like the naughty child that she was until her fair face turned pink, apparently. Madinah placed her face in her palms and cried out loud. She broke down in uncontrollable tears, just unable to control herself, her emotions and tears. She wasn't sure if her life was to be called beautiful or ugly. The only person she seem to be madly in love with to the extent of screaming it to the world wouldn't even touch or hug her outside the four corners of 3-Stars hotel, where she was residents. How unfortunate? Yet, he presents a flower, proposing her to be his? What would she do when she can't even think straight or decide who to trust or not, when to get angry or happy, how to say yes it no! What would she do when her friends seem to be her enemies.. How could she continue to live like this, unable to decide what is right or wrong?! This was the confusion floating in Madinah's mind.

Zayd drew her closer to his chest  abruptly, giving her a very tight hug as if he was trying to say, 'Don't worry Deenah, I love you so much for who you are. And I love you more for being with me, I wouldn't let you go.'

His touch melted her anger away, making her anger suppress into a shy regret and a silly guilt. Madinah couldn't apologize for the slap she gave him, she just stood there, clinging herself to him.

"I love you Zayd, I'm sorry." Her mouth mumbled bitterly.

Zayd smiled at her action and relieved her back. "I love this part of you, Deenah. And I'm sure, without any doctor or drug, you can still be healed again. Even normal people gets angry. At times, being able to control that anger is the cure. Patience and love."

Madinah slowly lifted her head from his body, Zayd did the same too.Just then, her devastating departure left him no choice but to stare at her full lips and for some reasons, he pulled away. Zayd was so freaked out, he just concentrated on the beauty before him.

Madinah too was close Enough. She inhaled his sweet, earthy scent of his this skin - the scent that was different from the islands in California. She had thought a countless times how to steal one of his shirts and turn them into pillowcase so she could breath him as she sleep. Even when she leaves Nigeria, it would be of use.

She felt his fresh manly breath on her face teary as it wipes all her tears and fears away.

Hot.

She grabbed into him.

And that moment, Zayd knew what he wanted to do. He was petrified so much that his heartbeat reached it peak for the one he truly loves, the one made for him alone, Madinah Sahil.

Zayd gently held her soft face and placed his lips on hers.

It was just a touch of lips when his phone rang.