Kiss Me Goodbye✔

8.

Yazid

I stepped out of the shower, got dressed in the closet in a casual outfit-a black V-neck shirt and a pair of joggers before headijg out to the room just to see Najwa sitting up on the bed, her only source of coverage being the duvet, and already having breakfast in bed.

I couldn't tell her the truth about last night. Sure last night was magical. I loved every bit of it but again, I did it for a price. Not to mention how much of a....how to put it....a horny man I was and Najwa, well...she was everything to me.

It makes me sound like a jerk saying it out loud, and stupid, but I only did it to get her off my mind. I needed to get her out of of my system for a while, considering since she was pregnant and about to give birth. She was an addiction I couldn't stop at any time. Plus another part if me which felt guilty of how I treated the past Najwa. She deserves much more than she thinks.

I was an idiot, truth be told. I don't deny I neglected her, but I didn't say I loved her before either. I liked nothing interfering with my business, and seeing as she was an addict at the time and mostly liked being alone, I took the opportunity to travel on my business trip. But my deepest regret was not caring about her feelings.

"You don't understand, I know you don't love me and you don't need to love me, but I need you to just be by my side Yazid!" She cried out to me.

"Well it's nice to know you have accepted the truth, I don't love you Najwa, so don't get any ideas of me ever cancelling a meeting for you"

"Are you serious now?" Her face looked dejected, but I couldnt care less, I went ahead with my phone call.

"Hello...yes a flight to the Maldives...6 am sharp...alright"

She nodded her head, and I could see the disappointment in her eyes. She was trying to tell me something, but I pushed her away. Who was she supposed to get comfortable with if not me?

"Why are you standing there?" I heard her melodious voice snap me out of my trance. I strolled and squatted before her. I began massaging her small feet. I gently went over a scar on the top of her foot. A sign of her past life.

"Hope I didn't hurt you or the baby," I inquired. "Are you in any pain? If yes-"

"Yazid, I'm fine. And last night was amazing, thank you"

Really? That made my face heat up. Yes, like a freaking chick-flick girl. Did she need to thank me? That's weird.

"You don't need to think me, Najwa, that's just weird"

"What is wierd here is you fucking massaging my damn feet" She pushed a chip into her mouth. Damn did she swear like a sailor.

"Najwa, language" I warned her and she smiled. It wasn't amusing. I was really scared she was going back to her old self again, starting with the immerse use of cuss words. "We already have a child in this house and you're pregnant with another" I paused my actions and got up to kiss her on the forehead.

"I promise I'll lower it a tone" She laughed. I on the other hand was freaking out on the inside. Old Najwa was full of drugs, curse words, violence. I was beginning to rethink aiding her memories back. What is she jumped straight to being her old self again.

"You fucking asshole! Two faced fuck!"

"Don't you dare use that language on me!"

"Oh do you prefer to be called a two balled dick head?! 'Cause you are both"

And it always made me wonder,what if she was born into a different family, she never would have been like that. None of this happenings would have happened.