Violetta opens her mouth to say something to Sa'eed as he walks away but refrains and smirks at the back of the head of a frowning Halima. She takes the phone which belongs to Sa'eed and slides it into the drawer where documents are kept in the reception.
As Halima walks away Violetta places the phone on total silence mode which blocks all sounds and vibrations including from alarms, music, games and videos. Phone calls can still be made though.
She starts to go through his pictures, videos and other media. A call through the intercom comes for her.
"Dana Villas and infinity suites, this is the reception." She says her most practiced line.
"Miss Violetta, I want you in my office." Violetta drops Sa'eed's phone and asks the other receptionist to cover for her. She enters an obsidian and frost themed office. A young man with disheveled hair is sitting behind the obsidian desk.
"Ah, Miss Violetta, please have a seat." The man signals with his hand to one of the chairs in front of his desk. She smiles but instead of sitting where she has been asked to sit, she goes over to his side of the table and tries to sit herself down on the man's thighs. He pushes her and stands up.
"Look Letta, I know we had a thing in the past but that was before my father trusted me with his business. You know very well more than anyone that I have and will never mix business with pleasure. Don't make me..."
The man is cut off by an older version of him, who walked in few minutes ago but they both didn't notice.
"Miss Violetta, the only reason I haven't given you your resignation letter to sign is because I've seen how you struggle to make ends meet back at home and pay for your mother's treatment. Don't make me regret my decision to help you."
"I'm sorry Sir. I'll take my leave now." and then Violetta leaves the office. On reaching the reception she recieves a call saying that she should announce that Sa'eed should get to his room.
"Mr Sa'eed Abba your attention is needed in your room. Mr Sa'eed Abba your attention is needed immediately in your room."
After doing her job, Violetta picks up Sa'eed's phone and sees four missed calls from a contact saved as Habeebtee with a beating heart emoji and a kiss emoji. She removes the notification from the notification bar, puts the phone on airplane mode and continues to go through his media deleting any picture with even a glimpse of Halima in it.
Halima tries to go back to the bed but slumps down on the ground and tears start to cascade like a waterfall down her cheeks. Feeling the darkness trying to engulf her she finally gives in and lay there almost lifeless in front of the bedside drawer that has the intercom on it.
Sa'eed rushes to his room immediately he hears the announcement. What could be so important that Halima had to ask them to announce that he should get to his room? Why couldn't she call him on his phone?
In the elevator he checks for his phone but doesn't find it.
Maybe it's in the suite. Maybe that's why she demands my presence.
After series of maybes the elevator dings signaling that he has arrived.
On reaching the room he enters the suite they always use but doesn't see Halima there, he checks the bathroom and ensuite she's not there. Almost at the verge of tears as he loves his wife so much he remembers that there is another room in the suite.
On reaching there he meets an almost lifeless Halima on the ground slipping in and out of consciousness. He quickly picks her up and places her on the bed.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Please wake up. I love you. Wallahi I can't live without you. Please no, please, I can't see my life without you. Roohie hayatee. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Saeed says already crying.
Sa'eed loves his wife too much. He has loved her since their early age and he still does. Seeing that he's just wasting time with all the talking he enters the bathroom and takes a bowl then fetches water and dashes out. After sprinkling water all over Halima's face she finally slowly regains her consciousness. He smiles with teary eyes and hugs her.
"Please Halima never think of leaving me, ever. I love you." Halima albeit in pain grins as though she has just won a trophy. Starting to feel dizzy again Halima asks for water under her breath. Sa'eed immediately scampers to the other bedside drawer where a dispenser is and fetches hot water in a cup and gives Halima.
After drinking the water. She shyly tells him what's wrong and he uses the intercom to ask for room service. The same woman who massaged Halima's lower back comes in and smiles warmly at the couple. Sa'eed requests that she please gets them gauva leaves from a guava tree he had seen at the back of the hotel.
The woman picks some gauva leaves and boils them in the kitchen then pours the water into a flask and takes it with a ceramic cup to Halima. Halima gulps down three cups of the guava leaves and already feels relieved.
After Halima is finally feeling okay, the woman gives her a plastic bottle filled with hot water and Halima places it on her lower abdomen. Sa'eed goes downstairs to get more pads for Halima when he sights his phone in Violetta's hands as she grins from ear to ear. The way she's grinning one would think she has been promised a life time supply of cash.
"Miss Violetta, why is my phone in your hands?" Sa'eed politely asks even though he's flaring like a red bull ready to charge. He snatches his phone from Violetta's hold and looks at it.
"And why is your face my wallpaper?" Before Sa'eed can finish talking the two men from earlier come to the reception scurrying through the small group of people who have gathered around the reception.
"Miss Violetta, it seems like you want to leave here. Don't worry, let me make everything easy for you, you're fired, come with me to my office to collect your month's salary and dismissal letter." The older man says and walks away.
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BFFs: Married To My Sister's Best friend
RomanceThe second of the BFFs series. *** Sa'eed Abba Sulayman gets married to Halima Audu Kalshingi, the love of his life since childhood. But he has made mistakes in the past that even he doesn't remember. And not every past remains a past, some will d...