II. I want you all for myself.

Myla is still staring at Jamal. “Besides I forgot to tell you. Dan has been arrested. We sported everything he did and all the people he worked hand in gloves with. He actually paid my translator not to come during the contract.”

Myla's mouth agapes. “That man was pretending all along! How could he lie about something so vital! His own family!”

He sighs. “That's the world. I knew something was not right and I didn't believe in that shit.”

Myla looks at him, eyes filled with remorse and guilt. She supported that man and believed in the lies he told.

If only she wasn't naive.

“It's all my fault though. I couldn't see what you saw. I was . . . blind and foolish.”

“That's enough. You didn't do any wrong. And I'm not blaming you. Because if I found out about it then, I would've beating him to dead. So I'm happy you saved me from Jail and saved his life.”

Myla opens her eyes wide. She just can't get used to this side of him. She hates seeing him so wounded.

“Anger makes you wild Jamal. Please try to exit incidents that'd lead you into problems.”

“Remember what I said. You don't throw the problem away. You ignore or resist just like you said. And that's what I'm trying to do. It's an everyday battle.”

“At least Amid's name has been cleared. And that bitch of a women . . .”

She looks at Jamal and he responds to her silent curiosity. “She was admitted few day after I left. They say she's suffering from a mental disorder. She keeps seeing Eliz coming to attack her.”

Myla laughs and holds her chest. “Ok. This is the funniest word I've heard today.”

Jamal just looks at her amused. “I'm truly sorry she killed your friend. She did that with the help of her mother's plan. The same way she caused Gabriella's accident.”

Myla stops laughing. “How did you know that?”

“Amid confessed it to me. Listen, I don't want to keep anything from you because we're good now.”

He glares into her eyes for more than a second and goes on. “I drove Gabriella back to England. Because she lied to everyone. She didn't completely lose her memory. She came to revenge on Latif and try to get me back.”

“She's the cause of Latif's mental problem. Besides, they hated each other. And I'm happy Amid carried all investigations through your help. Thanks a lot Myla.”

She smiles.

“Also I met with Mr. James' son, Michal. If you can recall.”

Myla nods. “Yeah I can. Wow! I didn't think you'd go there.”

“Well, I had to. Sometimes an incident brings us to people. And that's what happened. Michal helped me with getting all the clues I needed against Latif and Dan. He made me recover my company. And I'm glad that his wife put to bed just of recent. Now Mr. James is a happy grandpa.”

Myla smacks Jamal's arm. “You hid this from me!”

He covers the place like it hurt. “I just told you Myla!”

“It doesn't matter. I want to see them.”

She crosses her arms together. Jamal smiles and shift towards her.

He brings her to his chest. “We'd find time to be there.”

“Promise?” her head is raised to see his face.

“Promise.” he replies and kisses her forehead.

She grins and hugs him to lay well against his crate. While he looks down at her figure and robes his palms over her for comfort.

“Amid runs my company now.”

“Really?” her tone is total excitement.

“Yeah. I trust him. Besides I have so many branches now. And I've made sure to input contract rules against anyone who tries to steal my property. I won't have to go to work to head what's mine. I'm a boss. So I pay people to put things in place while I cross-check. Isn't that it naughty girl?”

She laughs over his chest and nods. A moment of silence falls in and Jamal says.

“I know you want me Myla. You're just scared. I shouldn't say this but . . . I deeply want you all for myself. I want to make you mine. I want to be able to see you sleep at night and wake up in the morning. And I don't care if the world knows how I feel.”

Myla speechlessly plays with her fingers. And he doesn't expect her to say anything as they ride in peace.

...

“I can't believe your birthday is approaching.” Tiffy says and Myla cranes her eyebrows.

“And I can't believe you remembered before that day.”

Tiffy laughs and Brehilda smirks giving her a knowing look.

Myla catches it and glares suspiciously. “What's that look both of you are giving each other?”

They shake their heads refusing to speak.

“Ok. Whatever! I shouldn't waste my time. I have somewhere to go.”

“Where is she running to this early?” Ms. Gray inclines, teasingly.

“I have an appointment at a hospital then I'd pass by to meet with an old friend. Jamal will come to pick me up.”

“Oh.” is all she let out and her eyes move to the girls with broad smiles. They do a non-verbal communication and Myla discovers again.

“You too!” Myla exclaims.

They seal their mouths and she rushes past them. “I better leave this place before I scream.”

“Follow her.” Brehilda whispers.

And Tiffy walks behind Myla as they descend the stairs.

“I love your dress.” she compliments and Myla just smiles.

“I've been wondering about my preferences. You know . . . recently I found this guy and we're so in love. I've been thinking of us together. Being wedded and having kids.”

Myla laughs out, descending the last step and spining on her feet.

“You've been doing what? Are you crazy?”

Tiffy frowns. “Stop laughing at me. I'm serious. I love him . . . so much. And I want to start preparing my mind for our wedding. I'd love to start picking up my wedding gown and accessories. The invitees, color preference. I mean everything on how it should be held.”

Myla looks at her friend as though she is mentally disabled.

“I see . . . good luck with your . . . dream. But why are you telling me all these?”

“You're my friend. Why shouldn't I tell you?”

“Okayy . . . I have an appointment for my hair and the doctor coded precisely when we should be there. So need to leave.”

“Please don't leave. He's not here yet.”

“Are you ok?”

“Of course I am. Do I look sick?” Tiffy stares down at her dress and Brehilda joins them from their shoulder.

“I thought you had to leave?”

“Yeah. Jamal is not here. I should call to remind him.”

She dials her phone and calls.

“Hey creep.” he responds and she rolls her eyes.

“I'm already dressed. What is taking you so long?”

“Oh. I forgot. Sorry.”

Myla's eyes bulge. “Are you kidding me right now!”

He laughs and she sighs. “Stop playing.”

“How could you believe what I said. I'd never forget my girl's appointment. I'd be there in some minutes.”

She blushes and nods followed by “Ok. I'm waiting.”

She hangs up and her friends can't stop smiling along.

She rolls her eyes again and walks towards the living room.

“Now we can talk until he comes.” Tiffy persist.

Myla shakes her head and sinks on a couch. “No please. Just don't start.”

“I'd love a pink gown for my wedding and a white robe for the night occasion.”

Brehilda burst out laughing at her idea. And Myla chuckles.

“So instead of wearing a pink for the night party, you'd be with a white. And when you're supposed to be with a white in church, you'd wear a . . . pink. Is that what you're saying?”

She nods and they laugh at her altogether. “I'm sorry but this is Soo amusing.” Myla says in her giggles.

Tiffy crosses her arms. “Why don't you tell us what you'd love to put on that day? Since my idea is funny. Uhh?”

Brehilda stops and tries to explain but Tiffy shushes her. “No. I wasn't referring to you. I'm talking to the heart warmth lady.”

Myla points to herself absentmindedly. “Me?”

“Yes you. I'm sure you've never thought of it. And that's why you're not married yet.”

Brehilda pushes her and she says. “What? Ain't I right?”

“You're being rude.” Brehilda mutters under her breath.

Myla sighs. “If you weren't my friend, I would've lessoned your face.”

Tiffy rolls her eyes. “I know right. You have no idea how this is important to me and you do is laugh. What if he already purposed to me and that's why I'm asking all these.”

They freeze and Myla stands. “Your serious?”

She nods. “Yes. I've been serious all these while but no one seems to get me.”

Myla hugs her and so does Brehilda. “I'm so happy for you. And I'm sorry I mocked.”

“Yeah whatever. I forgive you.”

Myla looks at her fingers and frowns. “Where's the ring he gave you?”

Tiffy facepalms herself. “I left it on my head bed.”

Myla shakes her head. “And what's his name?”

Tiffy looks at both of them and says. “I want to keep it as a surprise.”

“Surprise? It wouldn't be a surprise if I don't know the person. Except he's someone popular.”

Tiffy scratches the brim of her nose. And Brehilda utters. “Maybe. Who knows?”

“So will you answer my question?”

Myla smiles and draws her to the couch she sat on. Brehilda coming along from behind.

“What was your question again?”

Tiffy sighs and sends Brehilda a disappointed gaze.

“She wants to know your preference of color and dress and everything. Maybe she'd gain an idea from it.”

Myla tries to understand how that can be of help but shoves it away. “Umm . . . Ok. I will tell you but . . . you don't have to take it into consideration. It'd be just my personal preference.”

They nod so fast and she starts talking about it. She tells everything and forgets about the appointment she has.

Ms. Grayson stands from a distance and jots down everything she says on a white sheet.

“What about invitees?” Brehilda inclines.

Myla laughs. “Isn't this enough help for your ideas? This sounds like it's about me.”

The laugh along with her but Tiffy keeps insisting. “I want to know more.”

“Ok. I don't want a lot of people. Just my family, and very close friends. That's enough. This is about my husband and I. Not the entire world.”

They laugh and Jamal walks in.

“I'm so sorry I'm late.”

Myla sends an apologetic gaze to Tiffy. “I need to go.”

Tiffy grins widely. “That's ok. I already got what I wanted. I'd think about it.”

Myla smiles and walks towards Jamal. “Should we?” he asks and she nods.

To be continued...