Just Like Romeo

Thirteen

GUYS I LOST CHAPTER TWELVE

His eyes felt heavy as he raised it's lid up slowly, where was he, he thought. A feminine figure was what he could see. She held unto his soft tender hand. "Where am I?" He asked feeling a stung on his hand.

"At the hospital" he stared at the female. Her face, it was a face he would never fail to recognize. "Ameerah?" He raised his brow as he stared at her.

"Amar, what was wrong with you?. What if I had not arrived there on time" Ameerah said. Ameerah happens to be Amar's ex wife who he had not yet divorced but was separated from.

"What are you doing here?" He asked very calmly.

"I brought you here, I was on my way to your house. I wanted come see my daughter when I noticed a familiar car like yours in an accident" She said, her eyes was already watering.

"Thank you" he whispered.

"You're welcome" she smiled widely at her husband. She could still see the love for her in his eyes. Why did they break up in the first place, she thought. They had a very happy life until an unfaithful even took place.

"Hello, may I come in?" A doctor said while walking in.

"Wow, you're awake, how do you feel?" The doctor asked and he smiled with a nod.

"Ma'am could you wait outside, I have to undergo some test" the doctor said and Ameerah nodded and stood up, she left to go sit at the waiting room.

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ust as time flies, they were done with all the necessary procedures. And Amar was discharged and ready for home. Ameerah still Caring for him, she decides to take him home.

"Put on your seatbelt" she said to Amar who chuckled before buckling himself up.

"Eat" she gestured at the plate of fried chicken and chips which laid on his laps.

"I'm okay" he said.

"Nope, you better eat Amar. You're sick" She took a turn to the other street. Which she drove in slowly.

"I'll eat when I get home" he said while shutting his eyes. She took a quick glimpse at him, she could feel the love for him wash over her.

"I'm sorry about everything" she said and he slowly lifted his eyelids.

"Huh?" He said. He also knew he couldn't fight it, he still loved her. Very much.

"I'm sorry about leaving the way I did" she paused the car, he took a loud sigh and said "I waited for you" he uttered.

"I'm sorry" she repeated.

"I got married again Ameerah, do you know how hard it was for me to touch another woman except for you" he held her hand.

"I'm sorry Amar, you know I had no choice. It was either you or my entire family suffers" She said, through sobs.

"But why did you leave like that?. You didn't even care about your daughter" He said.

"I left her because I trust you" she said. "Amar I would love to become your wife again, I miss you" she whispered.

"Can we go home please?, my head is swirling. And Ameerah, I'm married already. You and I can never come back together" He said as she ignited the vehicle.

"A woman that doesn't even care about you Amar, you are calling her a wife. She didn't even call you at all, not even a text Amar. You and I both know she doesn't..." Amar cut her short by banging his fist on the vehicle.

"Ameerah please not now, and where is my phone?" He asked.

"I got it repaired and it's in my bag" she said.

"Thanks"

There was no any other words uttered after that. They both drove peacefully until they arrived at his house. It was already night by then.

"Thank you Ameerah, I'm grateful" he said with a smile.

"you are welcome Amar, I want to see my daughter" she said as they both hopped out of the car.

"Come let's go" Amar said and she nodded. They both knocked on the door which was immediately opened by Amal.

"Mummy!" Amal squealed the minute she saw Ameerah.

"Amal darling" Ameerah Immediately kissed her on the forehead.

"Daddy what Happened to your head?" Amal asked.

"I bumped it, where is your mummy?" He asked.

"She is in the kitchen Making me Shawarma" Amal said.

"Amal love who are you speaking to?" Habiba said while walking out of the kitchen.

The moment the two women set their eyes on each other, their mouth went agape "what are you doing here?" Ameerah asked immediately.

"Ya Ameerah" Habiba said.

"Wow, you bitch. You married my husband after breaking my brothers heart" Ameerah yelled. Amar was shocked, he did not understand what was going on.

"Ya Am...." Ameerah cut her short.

"Shut up!" Ameerah yelled. "You are an evil woman" Ameerah said.

"What is going on here?" Amar asked.

"Ya Ameerah I can explain" Habiba tried to say.

"You are an Evil lady, I swear my child will not stay here. AMAL COME" Ameerah held Amal's hand.

"Don't you dare Ameerah" Amar said.

"My child will not be trained by this betrayal" Ameerah said.

"I will not let you take her" Amar said.

"She is my child" Ameerah said.

"And so is she mine" Habiba spoke. "Whatever you want to believe, you can believe. I did what I needed to do and that's none of your business Ameerah" Habiba said.

"Oh wow, you are proud of what you did?" Ameerah said in a very sarcastic tone.

"Amal come here, your shawarma is ready" Habiba said.

Amal walked over to Habiba and immediately clutched her clothes.

"Come" they both turned arround with Ameerah staring at both of them walk into the kitchen.

"What was all that about?" Amal immediately asked Ameerah who bursted into tears.

"Because of that woman my brother almost comited suicide. She's a betrayal, my brother loved her so much" Ameerah said.

"I'm sorry about that, but you have to let the pass go. What is done is done" he said.

"You're right, I have to leave" Ameerah cleaned her eyes.

"Are you sure you can drive under the rain, I'm sure it'll soon begin to rain" Amar said and just as though nature could hear his voice, it began to rain heavily.

"Ameerah stay here tonight, we do not want you getting into an accident, do we" He said and she nodded in the negative.

"Thank you" she muttered while making her way towards the chair where she sat.

"I'll go and Change and come back. I guess you'll need some company" Amar said and she nodded with a smile.

Oblivious to them, Habiba could hear all what they were saying. She could feel something in her chest, jealousy.