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In our house we celebrate Eid for three days, so after today sallah ta kare. I decided to gift you guys 3 chapters as my barka da sallah😌

Moving on, I'm sorry to inform y'all that my first semester examinations are starting immediately I resume school which is 10th of this month. That means no update after this till further notice😣 I hope you guys understand🙏🏼 I need to focus, you know how important it is. I might squeeze but no promises so please please please do not pressurize me, thank you🤗😌❤️

I apologize in advance for the short chapter🌚

AAYAN

It's only by the mercy of Allah SWT that I arrived at the hospital in one piece. Even I don't know how it happened.

All I kept hearing was 'Jawahir was in an accident, with an eighteen wheeler. She's at the hospital now...'

I rushed to the accident and emergency ward. The whole family is already there except the young ones and Maheera, Kulthum is here instead.

Suhayl is consoling a hysterical Suhayla, Yusuf is doing the same with his wife likewise my father and father in law. Kulthum is pacing up and down the corridor and Akram is staring into space, he's looking at nothing in particular.

"Aayan?" Kulthum echoed and everyone's attention shifted to me.

I dragged my heavy legs to the bench, I didn't get there I collapsed to the floor. I didn't have control of the tears anymore, they kept gushing. Kulthum wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my back soothingly. I clung to her like a baby and cried like a baby, not caring that people are watching me.

"She can't go Kulthum, she can't. I cannot lose her too. Wallahi I'll die, I haven't even shown her how much I love her, how much she means to me. I haven't apologized, I haven't explained. I tried sooo hard to keep her save, I hurt her just to keep her safe but in the end....."

"Shh Aayan, she's going to be okay in sha Allah. Put your trust in Allah."

I pulled away to look at my elder sister. "You know I won't be able to survive, not again. Is it a crime to love me?" Kulthum shook her head, she's also crying. "Then why does it keep happening, what wrong did I do?"

"Don't speak like that Aayan. Allahu a'alam; only Allah knows. You should never question why things are happening to you, Allah did not make this happen because he doesn't love you."

I kept quiet, different thoughts ran through my mind at the same time and they're all ugly ones.

We sat there gloomy for about three hours. It's 1 AM already, Uthman came. Since he's the only person that could drive he took the fathers home with the twins, Hairan, Ammiey and Mama too but Mammie refused to leave.

I, Kulthum, Akram, Yusuf and Mammie are the only ones remaining.

What's taking them so long! A nurse just came out once and that too she refused to speak.

*****

"Aayan!" Poke. "Aayan!" Poke. "Aayan!" Poke.

I closed the laptop and finally looked at her. "What?" I grumbled in annoyance. She grinned cheekily. "Oh please you big baby, I found this new recipes, I want to try them."

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I furrowed my eyebrows. "So? Go try them then. Is there an ingredient you need me to get for you?"

"No," she shook her head. Then quickly nodded. "Yes!"

I sighed. "Let me repeat the question. Do you need anything?"

"Yup you," she said popping the p. I rolled my eyes. She placed her chin on her palms, her elbows on the table. "I told you, you."

"Go away I'm working." I shooed her away.

"But you're always working," she whined. "Please come let's go, pleeeeaaaaaassssseee Aayan!"

Ya Rabbi! I shook my head, I opened the laptop and continued working.

"Please," she whined again. "Haba mana danallah, you won't even look at me." She huffed. Jawahir stood up and walked out of the office. Phew! Finally!

I guess I spoke too soon, she came back. She sat down on the table and crossed her legs right beside my laptop. I didn't look at her. "What now?"

"Ka tashi muje; stand up let's go."

I still didn't look at her. I kept on writing a particular word wrong.

"Aayan?" She called in a calm manner. "Min fadhlik."

"Tesoro I'm busy that's why. Sorry, maybe next time."

"Banson next time, I want it now!" She demanded like a baby.

What's all this now please danallah? I am not allowed to work in peace anymore.

"Aayan?" She purred in such a soft voice I felt it pulling me. "Aayan?" She whispered in a seductive voice.

Wallahil azeem women are dangerous!

"Look at me," She whispered right beside my ear, her breath caressing the place. What the...when did she get here? "Look at me Aayan. "Look at me." She whispered again.

I refused to because I know the moment I look into those bewitching orbs I'm a goner.

Jawahir placed her lips close to the left side of mine, as she spoke it brushes slightly. "Aayan I'm talking to you."

Liyuseideini Allah; God help me. "And I'm listening."

"Toh ka tashi muje."

"What part of I'm working don't you understand Tesoro?"! I rubbed my temples.

"You know you're not supposed to work at home right?"

"Why is that?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Because you don't see me going to your office to interrupt your work so I don't see why work will come here and disturb me."

"And how is it disturbing you?" I asked in amusement.

"I have to fight for your attention, with work a laptop," she scrunched up her nose in annoyance. "You do know that the prophet peace be upon him helped his wives with—

"—household chores." I completed the sentence for her. "I know."

"Then you should to, it's sunnah!"

Good argument! I sighed in defeat, this girl can be so persistent. "I give up, you win. Let's go."

"Yayy!" She squealed happily and dragged me by the arm. In the kitchen, she gave an apron and a cap to wear while she also did the same. We washed our hands and got to work.

We made beef empanadas. I was in charge of cutting and slicing. Can you believe it the whole Aayan Abbas Abdullah in the kitchen being ordered around? Marriage does that to you. Watching Jawahir in her element is so satisfactory, the way she moves around effortlessly is so incredible.

I leaned against the counter with folded arms watching her as she rolled the dough. I was lost in a trance that I didn't hear her calling me, I just felt a pinch on my bicep.

"Ouch, what was that for?" I rubbed the place she pinched.

"You're supposed to help me not stare at me."

"I couldn't help it." I winked. She rolled her eyes and dragged me to her workspace. "Help me with this." She picked up her rolling pin and showed me how to do it. "You understand?"

"Yes boss," I smirked and she rolled her eyes. Eye roller. She got herself another rolling pin. Okay how did she do it again? I folded my sleeves and got to work.

Haye Allah! Aayan what are you doing?! I asked myself. This is not how she did it. I glanced aside to see how she's doing it, she has rolled and filled so many while I'm yet to do one. Pathetic. I studied how she's doing it and tried one more time. This time too I messed up.

You should be ashamed of yourself Aayan. You can't do this simple thing? Tsk tsk, pitiful.

"And done!" Jawahir announced. "Let's see what you did," she turned around to inspect my work. She let out a gasp. "Ya Rabbi! What is this?!" She shrieked. "Aayan! Ya Allah! You just wasted my dough. If you knew you couldn't do it then why?"

My eyes widened. The nerve of this girl. "You literally made me do it, I didn't w—

"Shut up." She glared at me. What the— "Go wash your hands and take off the apron." She instructed.

"You know what? You're bossy in the kitchen." She just threw me another glare and I shut my mouth up. I did as I was told and went upstairs to change my clothes, I dusted myself up with flour.

By the time I returned to the kitchen, Jawahir has finished rolling and is getting ready to fry. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, I placed my chin on her shoulder.

"Oh wow!" I pecked her left cheek soundly. "You're extraordinary."

"Everyday." She added whilst chuckling.

(A/N: see what I did there😉 where are my zeelovers? Show yaself)

"Let me fry." I released her and collected the kitchen tool. "Are you sure?" She looked up at me skeptically. "Mhmm," I nodded. "Go and seat." I let her to one of the high chairs. I took her unawares when I picked her up and placed her on it. "You scared me." She reprimanded. I just grinned.

I fried the empanadas till it was a golden brown color. I arranged it on a plate lined with paper towels to drip-off the excess oil. What? I'm not completely useless when it comes to the kitchen. Ammiey taught me well.

I transferred it to a serving plate. I walked to the counter and kept it in front of Jawahir. "Tada!"

"Oh wow!" She clapped. "You're not useless after all."

"Oya pay." I demanded. She stood up and kissed me on my left cheek noisily, I turned my head and she did the same to the right one.

"You did well. I'm proud of you."

"Aayan, Aayan?" A voice kept calling. "Aayan?" The person tapped me. I sprang up. "Jawahir?"

I opened my eyes to see Kulthum. I fell back on the chair releasing a huge breath. I fell asleep, it was a dream, no a flashback, a memory. I remember clearly when it happened. I used both of my palms to wipe my face. I looked at my sister. "Any news?" She shook her head negatively.

With all the cooling systems in the waiting room I still feel hot. I checked my watch and it says 2:15, I was out for about thirty minutes. My eyes roamed around the waiting room, my mother in law is napping on Akram's shoulder, who's wide awake. Yusuf is on a call, probably with his wife or father.

A doctor came out of the theater. We all hurriedly rose to our feet eager to hear what he has to say. "Well?" I urged. "How's my wife? Is she okay?"

The doctor kept mum, he just kept staring. "Speak up dammit!" Akram roared. "Please Doctor." Mammie added with a sniff.

"I'm sorry but we couldn't save............

*****

Will you hate me if I leave it here?🤔😼😈😹😹😹

I know you will😹😹😹 okay lemme complete it.

*****

"I'm sorry but we couldn't save the baby."

Baby? What baby? She was pregnant?

I heard a body collapsing to the floor. "Mammie!" Several voices yelled at the same time but I didn't even turn around, I became completely catatonic. All that kept echoing in my head was

I'm sorry but we couldn't save the baby.

The baby.

My baby.

Our baby.

A piece of Jawahir and me, Jawahir and I's baby.

They couldn't save our baby.

Jawahir was pregnant.

A little me or her was growing inside of her.

She is—was pregnant.

The baby is gone.

My baby is dead.

Our baby didn't survive the car crash.

INNA LILLAHI WA INNA ILAHI RAJI'UN!

And scene 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

BOOM! 💥 ☄️🔥💥☄️🔥💥☄️🔥💥☄️🔥💥☄️🔥💥☄️🔥💥☄️🔥💥☄️🔥

Bet y'all didn't see that coming😈😎 although many guessed she was pregnant.

I've been planning and replanning this moment ever since I started the book. And I've always wanted to leave it at a cliffhanger, hence the short chapter. I'm not sorry🤷🏻‍♀️😈

The baby they didn't even know about is gone😪🤧😖😫😭💔💔💔

I'M HEARTBROKEN 😞 😭 😔

Fun fact; I just love writing those little flashbacks😍😘😫😭❤️💕🌺

Y'all probably, no definitely hate me😂😂😂 #worstcliffhanger!

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I'll see you when I see you, let's hope soon.

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