Fell For My Surrogate

9. He is a broken child ♥️

NAFEESAH POV

I got to work late today and Victor was nice enough to help take my morning class.

"Morning Victor" I said with a smile.

" Morning sweetheart how was your night?" He answered in his usual stupid tone.

" My night was fine and for the records how many times did I tell you not to call me sweetheart?" I yelled the last part out. Thankfully the students aren't in class so I could yell to my satisfaction.

" Calm down sweetheart it's too early to start yelling" he replied, placing his hand on my shoulder. I swat it away with a book, glaring at him.

" Am really not ready to listen to you Victor so let's do eachother a favor. Go back to work" I deadpanned.

" Okay okay" he said throwing his hands in defeat. " But if you continue to act hard-to-get I'll be left with no choice than to use any possible means. Even if it means stalking you" he added before leaving the class.

By lunchtime, I was already drained of the remaining life force in me. I was so tired that I could definitely fit in an audition for Zombie movies.

My stomach viciously growled, earning weird looks from the people in the teacher's lounge. As if on cue, husnah entered with a Salam, holding something that seemed to contain food.

I immediately began to stuff my face with it as I told her everything about what the doctor told me and I saw a flash of relief on her face. Seems like she's less disappointed at her dream husband.

" And what do you think about it?" She asked me the question which haven't gotten an answer yet.

" I don't know Hussy am confused" I answered sadly.

" I want to do it for mom yet am scared to do it"

" I won't tell you to do it nor will I tell you not to. You're old enough to decide for yourself Emerald." She said, passing me a cup of water to wash down the food.

" Just think deeply. Which one will hurt the most. Losing mom because you couldn't do it. Or having a baby and giving it up to save mum" she added, patting my back.

I banged my head on the table, earning another weird stares from people.

Lunchtime was over and I bade her goodbye. The rest of the day went by quickly and after much fidgeting, I decided to continue my cleaning work in Rowling.

I got there in time and guess what? I used the general elevator. My thoughts were just so clouded that avoiding him became a better option.

I changed into the uniform and then started my work. It involved so many corridors and offices that I got tired even before I was halfway done.

I was so lost in thoughts, mopping the long corridor when the mop stopped moving, knocking me out of my stress induced daze.

There he stood, angrily glaring at me. I looked down to see that I was infact mopping his shoe not the floor.

" What now? The shoe was made of human skin?" I yelled at him.

" Don't you really know anything else to do to me apart from yelling? Your throat doesn't hurt from continuous yelling?" He asked.

" No I just can't control my anger whenever I set my eyes on you" I snapped and continued mopping the floor.

Finally I had completed my work for the day. I lazily changed into my normal clothing before going out.

Immediately I reached home I met Husnah working on an assignment and dad wasn't at home. I had a hot bath and changed into khaki shorts and a tank top.

I came back and met Husnah with the lady I met earlier in the hospital.

What was she doing here?

"Come Nafeesah" she said and I hesitantly move closer before greeting her.

Husnah offered her water and she took a sip, thanking her.

" Am here to see you Nafeesah" she said before handing out an envelope to me. I opened the envelope with shaky hands and the content made my stomach summersault.

It was pictures of I and Mr Rude. Different pictures taken from different angles. One was when I was getting out of his elevator, the other was this morning when he took me to the hospital, when I was mopping his shoe and so many more. 

I swallowed hard before letting my eyes meet hers.

" My name is Haj. Hafsat Junaid. I am Farhan's mom" she said and my stomach plummets.

This is it. That scene I always watch in movies when mothers hands you an envelope with money, warning you to stay away from their son came back vividly in my head. 

" Errmm...... It's.... It's really not what it looks like." I shuttered and she gave me a heart melting smile.

" It doesn't matter Nafeesah. You are the least I expect in a daughter in-law because you lack so many things...."

Well that's it. It was not supposed to affect me in anyway because Mr Rude and I are nothing but why is this making me scared?

" But you have a good heart of a true Muslimah and that is what Farhan needs." She added which totally took me off guard. I seriously never expected this, I was even thinking maybe she'd throw some insults my way before going.

" But....." I trailed off.

" No buts my dear.... Do it, help my Farhan Nafeesah please. He might look spoilt and arrogant but he is a broken child. Everything was as a result of things that happened in his past" she cut me off. taking my hands in hers, as she looked at me, her eyes pleading with me.

" I know about the Surrogacy stuff and I am also guaranteeing you that you won't regret it. Because you are the perfect match" she added and her last sentence sounded familiar.

Ohh yeah! Dr Fahad said that to me earlier.

" I heard about you but ignored it thinking it was just normal but decided to dig in further when he brought you home. I have watched you throughout today and your interaction with people shows that you might not be my ideal daughter in-law, but you are the perfect match. So please do think deeply about it and I hope you accept the pleas of a mother."  And with that, she stood up and took her leave. leaving me dumbfounded, two sentences stuck in my head.

He is a broken child..

You are the perfect match

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Yeyyy💃💃 who lives Farhan's mom cause I do 😘

What do you think those two sentences mean?

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Much love Nightingale ✍️