RISING STAR

Part 16

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Nadya

 This feeling I don't want it to end. It was like we have known each other since forever. We chatted for a long time, if there is one thing I noticed is that Noor is a chatterbox, she can never get tired of talking.
She is enthusiastic as she talked about her family especially her father, her eyes sparkled when she talked about him. She seems to adore him. Abbu this, Abbu that.

 Above all she is very considerate. After noticing how I tense up when she brought up about my parents, she quickly drops the topic and tried to make me loosen up by talking about her family more.

   A knock sounded and in came, Abbu.
"Salam.”
“Wa'alaikum salam.”
“How are you both feeling.”
“Alhamdulillah”
“Nadya, I need to contact your husband, I tried the home phone but it's disconnected........”
I don't want to see him. No, not him please.
I can't breathe, I can't breathe my chest. It's hurt. Black dot cloud my vision.
It all went black.

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Noor

........it had been two days your husband must be worried sick about you.

 I noticed how she stiffen and her fear stricken expression but before I could even open my mouth and asked what wrong, she almost fell off the bed before I caught her. That when Abbu noticed but she is already unconscious. I carefully laid her back on the bed as we waited for a nurse or a doctor.

Why is she so frightened when her husband was mentioned? I can still remember her fear stricken face. She married at the age of 17. It was a love marriage. I knew because it was a controversial issue on social media because her father is rich. Zeenat had once chatted me about it because that time I was admitted to a hospital due to getting sick I never dive into the matter. I noticed scars both old and new on her skin even though she tried to cover it. Is she abused? Beaten? But isn't her parents rich.......

   My thoughts were interrupted, the doctor checked her and finally replied,
“She is stressed out that why she lost conscious. You should be careful next time.”
“Okay, thank you.”
I was still holding her hands and looking at her face. Abbu left to pick a call after he returned he asked me to go help Nina packed as Ummi is released today. I reluctantly left after praying for her to get well soon.

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Nasir

 I called Abbu to informed him that the result is ready. I wait for him in my office. A knock sounded and he came in.
“Morning Abbu.”
“Morning Nasir.”
“The result is ready.” I hand over the sealed envelope to him.
“Thank you.”
He left.

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Abbu

 
“Is the task completed.”
“No Sir but by tomorrow morning it will be done.”
“Get it over with. I need it done in the shortest time possible.”
“I was making as detailed as you ordered, but by tomorrow morning it will be done.”
“Okay.”

After pocketing my phone. I touched the sealed envelope, my heart racing bit before my thoughts can go any further I heard Noor calling out my name. As I turned I saw her,
“Abbu, we are done.”
“Where is Musa?”
“Taking the packed items to the car.”
“Okay, let go.”

I hold my beloved daughter's hand as we make our way to the hospital entrance. I helped Noor into the car as Ummi is already in. Nina is left to take care of Nadya.
Nusaat looked very beautiful even though she is sick.
“You look beautiful my Hayati.” I kissed her cheeks and hug her. She shyly pushed me pointing at Noor in the front seat. Her shyness and innocent still tug at my heartstrings.
I quietly hold her in my arms.

Everyone at home were out to welcome us even Naflat. Am sure she threw a tantrum and refused to attend Islamiyyah. Fatima helped Noor and I helped my wife into the house.

It was nighttime before I had sometime for myself. Looking at the Wall clock it's after 10PM. Hayati is already asleep, from the love seat am currently occcuping I looked at her soundly asleep. She looks innocent not knowing the heartache she will experience tomorrow. Will I have the courage to inform her? Yes, it a must. Will she hate me? Demand a divorce? Part of my heart wish for things to be different but I can feel it there is no other way. The worst pain anyone can go through.

I was so deep in thought that I was startled by a soft tap on my shoulder. I haven't noticed when she wakes up.
“What wrong? Why aren't you asleep?”
“Nothing, go to sleep am also coming to bed.”
“If it about Nadya, am also worried but Allah will always choose what right for us.”
“Don't worry let go to sleep.”

She smiled before beckoning me to bed. I went to sleep wishing tomorrow would be good not really believing that but hoping so.

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