Finding Mufeeda

'Nothing's gonna change my love for you

Hello dear readers,
I hope you've enjoyed the story so far.
Remember; Love is a beautiful thing.

Chapter Seven

Mufeeda was glad everyone had left for a while. She needed the time alone to clear her head. There were too many conflicting thoughts going on in there. She had begun to accept her feelings for Mustafa to be love, she knew it could only be love. But this news about him being a playboy gave birth to questions that kept coming into her head. What Mama had said gave her cold feet and she knew Mama had behaved like a typical Nigerian mother, overly protective. She was now frightened and unsure about wanting a future with him.

The thought of breaking up with him gave her goosebumps. How would she live with the memories of how he made her feel loved and cherished? The way he looked at her that always made her feet tingle. She remembered the glances they often exchanged, they were brief seconds heavy with meaning and emotions. She also appreciated the level of self-control and maturity he had shown so far. He had never attempted to touch her or say inappropriate things to her.

"It seems he's truly a changed man, he's a good man," she said aloud as if for self-reassurance.
She knew he would be worried about her right now. She had seen all his messages and even though they warmed her heart, a little voice in her head kept asking "...are you sure he's for real?.... is he sincere?"

Mufeeda was in a dilemma, knowing the little she did about her parents' relationship added to her fears. The loving messages her father had sent her mother and the way he seemed to have disappeared into thin air almost immediately. She was genuinely worried.

What if Mustafa does the same? What if history repeats itself?

She sighed as these thoughts kept rushing in.

But I love him...
No, you don't, you've only found someone who's giving you the kind of attention you've never had. The voice in her head replied.
But I love a lot of things about him, I love his thoughtfulness, his readiness to help others, his wide smile that showed strong white teeth, the scar above his left brow, his swags.....

Mufeeda's phone rang interrupting her thoughts, she didn't have to pick it to know who it was. She had set a particular ringing tone for Mustafa. It often amazed her how they were always thinking about each other at about the same time.
She picked the call.

"Assalamu alaykum," she said.

"wa alaykumu salaams" warahmatullah.....Mufeeda...I'm sooo happy to hear your voice"

He sounded very relieved.

"How are you feeling now?" he went on to ask.

"I am much better now, I'll be leaving the hospital soon.....how are you too?"

"After almost going crazy with worry...I guess I'm also much better now."

This made her smile. He always made her smile.

"I love you dearly Mufeeda and I don't want anything to come between us. You promised you'll be waiting for me....I'll be coming back soon."

" ....Mustafa...." was all she could say.

Why do I love this man so much my heart aches?

He was used to her silence. In her silence, he could read her agitations, her pain and most times, the intensity of what she felt for him in return.

"You don't have to say anything, my flower girl, I understand.
We'll talk about it, soon inshaAllah," he added.

"InshaAllah, I'll send you a message now," she said.