HER CRUSH

Chapter20

"Bro how old is our wife he questioned looking at Abdul

He didn't look up from his phone but he answered him Ask her now how old is she

He turn the screen facing me.

Sorry! He's playing game.

I pouted,"Oh, great, my boyfriend's too busy gaming to care about my birthday. That's not a red flag at all."

Sufyan chuckled, clearly entertained by the exchange. So, how's the day going? What did you plan for us?"

"Nothing!" I exclaimed, pressing my lips together

"Nothing? Are you serious, Zarah? Why nothing?"
How boring are you, Zarah?"

"We have to celebrate this day! How about I take you out and give you a special birthday treat?"

I smiled nervously, "Okay, then, thank you."

, Abdul whispered something to Sufyan, and they both burst into laughter. I raised an eyebrow, "These two can't be trusted. I'm starting to think they're plotting something." Sufyan's grin only grew wider, and I wonder what they were up to.

The pleasure is mine," Sufyan mumbled , "So get ready around 9 pm, and I'll pick you up." He end up the call, leaving me contemplating whether to go out or not.

I wondered, pressing my lips together, 'What's going on with Abdul today?' He hasn't call or texted me again. I shrugged it off and went about my day, taking a refreshing bath and heading to the dining room for breakfast."

"Later, around 8:40 pm, I walked to my room to find the perfect dress. 'A gown will do,' I thought, selecting a beautiful long floral black gown and pairing it with silver high heels. I quickly got dressed, and Aunt Ramlah did a lovely light makeover on my face. Despite her previous miscarriages, Alhamdulillah, she's pregnant again. I walked back to my room, spritzing a bit more perfume and putting on my iWatch."

"I snapped some photos and sent them to Abdul, also posting a few on my Instagram story. I settled into bed, waiting for Sufyan's call,  'It's already 9:30 pm...'

"My phone shrilled in my hand, and I thought it is Sufyan, but Abdul's name flashed on the screen, causing a frown to crease my face. I rejected the call, knowing he is probably calling because he saw my pictures. Some men are shameless, always pursuing you when they see a good photo."

Sufyan called, saying he is outside waiting for me. I quickly told Aunt Ramlah and rushed to the door.

I opened it, I spotted Abdul's black Mercedes pulling into the estate with pitch-black tinted windows. He stepped out, leaning against the car with his arms crossed, looking effortlessly handsome in his jeans, black long sleeved shirt, Gucci shoes, and black face cap. His glowing skin and pinkish lips are a sight to behold."

"I stood there, looking around as if searching for something else, when Sufyan's call came in. I answered, and he apologized for not being able to make it, but mentioned that Abdul is there to take me instead. I frowned at that, thinking it is all a prank. . You expect me to believe that?" I muttered to myself.

I walked towards the car and slid in without saying a word to Abdul."

"We pulled out of the area, I sent him a few glares. 'So you're not going to apologize?' I asked, irritated by his pride and attitude. I asked, irritated by his pride and attitude. Abdul always acted like he is allergic to apologies.