Please tell me you guys arent serious:'(

Chapter 22

“im sorry about earlier…I should have yelled at you in public.”

“is my handsome face not enough to charm you, there was no need for you to try so hard to try and lower my self-esteem by telling me my face got smashed.”

“You sure are full of yourself I certainly regret apologizing..and why the jahanum are you never serious about anything?”

He smiled standing from the table, “ serious about what?”

I rolled my eyes attempting to leave, he followed me handing me a key chain, “ compliments from the chef, since you ordered dessert but choose to leave before you could taste it.”

I grab it sticking my tongue at him watching him laugh at me. i hope today’s incident wasn’t related to me and the whole scene I had while I was jogging, which is the last time you’ll ever see me leave the house for exercise...i have a crispy gym membership now.

After working my shift and resting for the first few hours of the morning I rushed over to Zhareefah…on my way there dropping a few ointments and fresh plasters at iyads place before continuing my journey…I mean he did get hurt doing his job and trying to protect me. Which is normal for him…I arrived gulping down a large coffee mug, strong of course, sleep wasn’t doing me justice lately.

“ Daneen will be here after she’s done having breakfast at Basaams place, shoot did he agree to the treatment?”

“Yes, but since you already told me that it’s not good for patients to receive therapy from people they know, he’s parents got involved and are sending him away for a good fixing.”

“How long to be exact?”

“Half a year…”

“why he’s just a gambler isn’t it only suppose to be a few months?”

“He wants to quit the alcohol and smoking as well…I don’t want to stand in the way of him having a clean future so ill wait, besides ill be able to attend that master class in Dubai now!”

“Why do I feel like this isn’t a complete loss…”

“because it’s not…he leaves soon, I am sad…a little of course, you know it’s not easy finding out your suppose to be perfect spouse is an addict.”

I nod opening up for Daneen, since she’s left cricket she hasn’t been herself, don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing but I know for sure that i wasn’t looking forward to having another Zahreefah beside me…she placed the cake on the table sitting down, the next thing we both saw on her face were tears dripping onto the kitchen counter we surrounded.

“do you think I’m making a mistake?” she asks wiping away the few tears spread across her face.

Never in my entire 28 years of living on this earth have seen the Daneen shed a single tear, I felt completely helpless during her moment…shes normally the one stopping other people from crying and now that’s exactly what I and Zhareefah had to do, who froze before falling into Daneens arms sobbing…now I had the both of them to fix, how much fun. I don't remember signing up for this.