The feeling of having to put your work as your priority because of how important it is. The feeling of having to keep fun aside and focus more on your work. The feeling of leaving your cousin's naming ceremony because of work, well everything began when Mufida started working as a cardiologist at Al-Umma Specialist Hospital and having her very own first patient to treat.

She also had to endure seeing her boss who looks exactly like her ex-boyfriend, her mind wouldn't stop thinking about him and how he looks exactly like Haidar. Sometimes she will just say to herself; they're two different people to focus on her work and stop staring or gawking at her boss. She also told raheenah about him and she laughed at her and said;

You are probably seeing things because you can't get Haidar off your mind. You still love him but you aren't accepting it.

Is she saying the truth? She had asked herself this so many times. She hardly sleeps at night without her mind drifting off to this particular topic and Atlas, she agreed that she still loves Haidar but she can't forget her self-respect and go back to him.

Ruhainah was put to bed last week, she gave birth to a bouncing baby boy and the naming ceremony is today. She has no idea what to do but she can't miss the naming ceremony today because of work. She didn't get time to go see Ruhainah when she gave birth and now she is going to miss the naming ceremony.

Her annoying alarm blasted off making her groan and shut her ears with her pillow but still, the alarm kept ringing. She picked up her phone and offed the alarm. She started setting an alarm to not get insulted by her boss again for being late.

She lazily got out of bed and entered her bathroom, took a hot and relaxing shower before stepping out of the bathroom. She rubbed her lotion on and went to her closet to choose what to wear.

Wardrobe malfunction mode on!

She stared at the clothes, they were either too tight or too classy for work. This happens every morning. She finally decided on mustard yellow baggy pants and a white long-sleeve sweatshirt with Awkward written boldly in black ink on it. Draping a white veil over her head, she rubbed a pink lipstick and sashayed out of the room.

"Good morning dad." she greeted when she saw her father seated on the couch watching football.

"Morning dear, come here."he motioned for her to come. She sat down on the carpet with a small smile glued to her face. "How is work?."

"Alhamdulillah, dad," she answered the smile not leaving her face, it is glued anyways.

"You are coming back early for the naming ceremony right?"

"Yes dad, I will try to finish early and come back home," she replied not even sure of her answer. That arrogant boss of hers won't let her leave work until the clock strikes Six and by then the Naming ceremony might be over.

"Okay dear, stay safe."Her father prayed wishing her good luck. She smiled at him one last time before dashing into the kitchen to see what was popping.

"Morning, Umma."She greeted shoving a piece of pancake in her mouth hole. "Umma, this is so good who made them?"

"I made them, they're for sa'eed."Her mother smiled smacking Mufida's hands from taking another bite of the pancake.

"He is coming back today Koh."Her mother nodded.

"Umma I've to leave now, bye."She waved and left the kitchen.

"Maman Abba has prepared your breakfast already it's on the table, have it before you leave."Her mother yelled out.

Mufida shook her head and said on her way out. "I'll have something there. I'm already late." with that, she went straight to her car and got inside. The car didn't start so well but she ignored it and zoomed off to work.

"How are you feeling now?"Mufida asked Hauwa who was getting ready for her surgery which will take place an hour from now.

After many days of convincing Hauwa's mother to let Hauwa undergo the Heart transplant. She finally agreed to let it take place. It was a very huge amount and they didn't have that huge amount, but Hisham was nice enough to conduct the surgery free of charge for her.

Mufida has thought very wrong about him. He does have a nice spot in his heart and isn't heartless. But she isn't changing her mind on the ignorant thingy.

"I'm nervous Dr. I don't feel like I'll survive this surgery, "Hauwa confessed rubbing her sweaty hands.

"I'm nervous too, this is my first surgery with Dr. Hisham but don't worry everything will go well as planned, in sha Allah."

Hauwa nodded and proceeded on with her prayers for the surgery to be successful.

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"Alhamdulillah, the surgery was successful."Dr. Hisham told Hauwa's mother the good news.

Hajiya Laura smiled and said. "Alhamdulillah, Ala Kulli Hal." then tears came streaming down her cheeks. "Thank you so much, Doctor nothing would've been possible without you. How can I repay you."

"Stop Thanking Mama, I'm just doing my job. And it couldn't have been possible without Doctor Mufida."Hisham stated pointing towards Mufida.

Hearing her name, a bashful smile of appreciation illuminated her face.

Maybe Hisham isn't that bad after all She thought smiling goofily at him.

"Thank you so much, Mufida. Allah ya miki Albarkha."Hajiya Laura prayed and Mufida muttered an Ameen.

"Can I see her?"

"She is resting now, you can meet her later by 5" Hisham answered taking a look at his wristwatch. "Feed her something light with low calories."

Hajiya Laura thanked him once again before leaving for his office. Mufida flashed her a smile before following him. She immediately felt nervous when she stood in front of the door to his office. She knocked and then entered.

Hisham raised his head and flashed her a questioning look.

"Why are you here?"He asked curtly his attention on the file in front of him.

"Uh....sir...I.."Mufida couldn't find her words. She wondered where they went on vacation too.

"Words."He requested more like ordered in his bossy manner.

Mufida rolled her eyes heavenwards before finally getting a hold of her words. "Can I leave now, sir?"

"Why?"

"I've some things to tend to, "Mufida replied.

"Don't you have a patient to tend to here?"He bossed.

"This is personal, sir."

He was quiet for a while before he spoke up. "Fine, I'll be leaving now too."He rose to his feet and picked up his belongings. She didn't care to thank him and left.

She wasn't sure if it was the car or the universe that was trying to mess with her, because she has been trying to start the car but all in vain and looking at the weather it was surely going to rain.

Mufida hissed, huffed, and ranted curses and insults at the car before coming out to check what was wrong with the car. As if she's a mechanic. She stared at the bonnet of the car wondering where to touch and what to do.

"Is everything okay?"Hisham questioned startling her in the process.

He might know what's wrong with the car if he checks it She thought and shook her head at him indicating a No.

"Let me have the keys."She didn't waste any time in handing him the keys. He strode to the driver's side and tried starting the car but it failed.

"I think it's your key starter that failed."Mufida felt like crying out loud and screaming her heart out but restrained herself from doing so not wanting her boss to think that she's a cry baby.

"Na shiga uku."She chanted in Hausa which made Hisham chuckle. It wasn't funny seriously, then why was he laughing?

"What's so funny?"She questioned with a not-so-serious face.

"Here, your keys."He handed it over to her. She collected it from him more like snatched it away from him.

"How I'm I going to reach home now for the naming ceremony."She asked no one in particular but herself.

"I can drop you, I don't mind."Hisham offered, the way his voice sounded as if he was doing her a favor.

He's doing you a favor.

"No."She declined.

Hisham furrowed his eyebrows at her wondering why she rejected his nice offer.

"It's clearly about to rain. I'm just being a gentleman by offering you a ride."

Gentleman my foot!

"I don't bite," Hisham concluded. He was neither smiling nor giving her those deadly glares.

"Okay."She finally agreed with a nod and picked up her items from the car. "I should call up my mechanic."She brought out her phone and dialed his number. He didn't pick up, she called him up again and he didn't pick up. She hissed and stomped her feet on the floor before turning to Hisham.

"I'll handle it."

"No, thank you."She rolled her eyes at him before walking passed him. He was the one who was helping her but she was giving him attitude.

Why don't you drop the attitude and show some gratitude A voice in her head reminded and she rolled her eyes.

Mufida stood beside his car and opened the door to the backseat. Hisham shot her a glare and said;

"I'm your boss and not your driver. So move to the front seat."

Mufida wanted to argue with him but took a look at her wristwatch. She faked a smile at him before moving to the front seat and settling herself there.

He didn't even open the door for me. She muttered under her breath. And he calls himself a gentleman.

Pfft!

"Where are we going?"Hisham questioned as he ignited the engine to life.

"Garki."She replied to him sliding her phone out to try her mechanic's number again but he didn't pick up. It was as if he was doing it on purpose.

"You stay there?"Hisham questioned, again.

Mufida ignored him and heaved a long sigh.

This is going to be a long ride.