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At home, she headed straight to the kitchen and placed the takeout dumplings from 4guys in the fridge.
Henry cooked tuwon semo with okra soup for dinner before he left. She walked silently out of the kitchen trying not to make any noise, she wanted to sneak quietly into her room when she bumped into Aslam at the end of the staircase.
He smiled and engulfed her into a hug. He looked stressed, like he wasn't sleeping.
No sleep for the wicked Amna thought and no peace of mind too.
"Kin dade." he whispered against her ears.
She didn't reply.
Says someone who returned home late yesterday, she thought again but didn't voice out.
"Where did you go to?" He asked.
"Spa." she answered, walking toward her room.
"Spa kawai?" he asked.
"And lunch."
"Did you go home after?" He asked.
"No."she walked to her vanity and took his card that she left there and handed it to him.
His forehead creased with confusion. If it was only Spa and lunch, why was she home at 8pm. He realized he did not see any debit alert notification.
"You didn't use it?" He asked.
"I didn't need it, I have my money." She answered.
He opened his mouth and closed it, he was speechless.
"Is everything alright?" He walked towards her, she stood in front of her vanity taking off her wristwatch.
They made eye contact through the mirror and she nodded. "Yeah, why? Is something wrong?"
She directed his question back at him.
He knew where this was headed and he smirked, he knew it had to do with the hormones or whatever, he thought she was pissed because he left early without checking on her, but he made sure he called 3 times during the day.
"I'm sorry I left early this morning, I didn't want to wake you up." He tried to explain to her.
"Uhmm..." She walked past him into the closet.
He followed her into the closet which irritated her even more.
She still avoided his gaze and said "There's something called privacy." through gritted teeth.
"Oh, yeah?" He stepped closer to her and she stepped back, he took a step closer with every step back she took until she felt herself hit something.
His face was an inch from hers now.
"Talk to me, tell me what's wrong." His nose was almost touching hers.
"You tell me, is there something? Or you can't handle the guilt already?" She scoffed.
"Guilt?" He asked, perplexed.
"Yes!" She looked away.
"What guilt?" He asked.
"You really think I am a fool koh? Please just let me be." She tried to push him away.
"What did we say about communication?" He pinned her with a look.
"You came home at almost 3am, don't you owe me an explanation? and you are asking me what the problem is? well surpriseee! you are the problem Aslam, its youuu!" She rambled.
