Not again.

Mufida flipped the covers back and stood on weak knees, forcing herself to her feet despite the fear overwhelming her. She shoved her arms in her robe, slipped into her warm slippers, and rushed for the door. Her hands were shaking so badly she could hardly turn the doorknob.

Her mouth was wide open as she stared at the man in front of her. The man who ruined her life, who messed up her life, the man whom she hates and despises the most.

"Muhammad?"She mumbled wondering how on earth he entered the house and even came to her room.

"How come you're here, what are you doing? Go away from here Muhammad I don't want to see you ever again."Mufida yelled her throat sore already from the shouting.

Muhammad smirked and pushed her away entering her room in the process.

"Love, what do you think? I'm going to leave you so easily, that's not going to happen."Muhammad answered pulling her to him.

"What? No."Mufida shrieked getting out of his hold and shaking her head continuously at him. She held her head with both of her hands, different memories flowing into her head. She release a loud whimper and fell to the floor.

"Aren't you happy to see me, it has been so long. Don't you miss me?"Muhammad asked but Mufida ignored him trying to get her thought together.

"I know you're. So let's continue from where we stopped."

"No, go away from me, "Mufida yelled jerking out of her sleep. She was panting heavily and was drenched in sweat.

It was just a bad dream.

Mufida quickly got out of bed, performed her ablution, and prayed. She was restless and she doesn't think she'll go back to sleep.

She hasn't had such a bad dream in so long, is something going to happen?

•

Mufida opened her eyes and squinted in the sunshine streaming in through the open window. She stretched, feeling more relaxed than she had since.

She sat up and looked at the clock. It was after eight. Her eyes bulged out quickly and she rushed to the bathroom to have a quick shower.

Mufida didn't have to think of what to wear or have any wardrobe malfunctions. As her complete uniform was given to her yesterday. An ash blouse and matching pants. She slipped into it quickly. She snatched her coat from the back of the chair and slipped it on.

Picked up her bag, and car keys and left.

Yes, her car is finally back after 84 hours, and the guy had the nerve to charge her much.

"This habit of not having breakfast is too much."Umma scolded after Mufida had given her the only everyday excuse.

I'm late I'll have something at work, I promise.

To say Mufida was surprised that there wasn't much traffic on the way is an understatement. Luckily for her, she'll get to work quickly and she did.

"Talk of the town."You already know who it is.

Mukhtar.

"I don't appreciate you calling me that."Mufida opposed, keeping her bag down and taking her seat. She's currently in the cafeteria to have coffee and coincidentally;

No, not coincidentally. She meets with Mukhtar every single morning in the cafeteria. He has his breakfast here every day. She has never even tried to ask him why he does that, and she wouldn't dare to dig into others' problems when she also has to deal with hers.

"But I love calling you that, "Mukhtar argued munching on his French fries.

Do you know that French fries were not fried in France?

Okay, this is not time for jokes.

"Well, I don't like it."

"The name suits you."Mukhtar shrugged. Mufida only sighed and sipped her coffee. She can argue with him later after she's done with her coffee.

"I haven't seen Dr. boss boss around today, and I didn't see his car outside. Any news?"Mufida asked the person she is sure knows the answer. It's like he knows every answer to everything, mostly gossip.

He's good at that.

Don't tell him I said that.

"You won't believe me even if I tell you."Mukhtar being Mukhtar answered. He likes creating suspense as if in an Indian series.

"Is it?"Mufida rolled her eyes.

"I don't want you to choke on your coffee."Mukhtar dramatically added. Mufida had to roll her eyes at him.

"Just tell me."

"He took a day off."Mukhtar was right.

No, not when he said she'll choke on her coffee, but when he said she wouldn't believe him.

Mufida chuckled and shook her head at him. "I know you're joking."

Mukhtar stared at her, he knew she was waiting for him to laugh it off but he didn't instead he formed a serious face and placed his arms against his chest, not taking his eyes off her.

"What?"

"I'm serious, he took a day off."

That's strange!

His point on being a workaholic is back to 99.9 %

"At least I won't get to see his annoying face, "Mufida stated with an eye roll and Mukhtar chuckled agreeing with the fact.

Rahma and Rufaidah entered the cafeteria, and immediately they spotted Mukhtar and Mukhtar, they went to them, exchanged pleasantries, and took their sits.

"This isn't fair at all, you guys are here enjoying and work wan kill us, "Rahma complained taking Mukhtar's french fries away from him.

Mukhtar; like gossip.

Rahma; like looking for trouble.

Rufaidah; Loading...

Noted.

"Give it back, if you're hungry go and buy yours. Don't touch my food."Mukhtar snatched his French fries and Rahma quickly shoved 5 pieces into her mouth hole.

Troublemaker.

"But Dr. boss boss isn't around which work are you doing?"

"He has assigned all of us work to do. You have got a new patient to attend to, he has left the file on his desk in his cabin."Rufaidah answered and Mufida sighed shutting her eyes.

Mukhtar remembered the Day off part and forgot about the most important part. Mufida slapped her forehead and stood up. She doesn't even have time to shout at Mukhtar for that. She just went straight to Hisham's cabin to get the file and go through it.

Mufida wasn't expecting to see anyone so she didn't care to knock or say her taslim. She just barged in and to her surprise, she met a guy backing her.

The guy must have heard someone coming in, he had thought it was Hisham but instead, he saw a girl.

When his eyes locked with hers, Mufida's jaw dropped and her heart skipped.

Heyyyy guys !

So who do you think Mufida saw in Hisham's office ?

Drop your ideas in the comment section, please !

Ria ❤️