CHAPTER | EIGHTEEN | ALIZA | POV

For a minute he sat there looking at me exprionless, but after a minute or so he sighed and ran his hand through his shaggy brown hair, making it messy. The plate full of food he was holding was now placed on the table, yet he didn't move to do the same with mine.

"And there's me thinking that you forgot about it." He said but I don't think I was supposed to hear, even though I did.

I didn't reply to him, seeing this might be something hard for him to tell me. Laying back on the couch though, the seconds ticked on and I still waited for him to say anything, something at least.

"Aliza, I actually did come here for an important business meeting but then it turned out to be something more," His eyes met mine and he carried on talking, "Alex had come looking for me."

The small gasp that left my mouth couldn't be help because I actually was shocked. Having Alex here was no help at all and I think Isa's already figured that out now because his face was now scrunched up in disgust when mentioning his name.

"What are we going to do?" I asked slipping my hand with his comforting him. There was a look that crossed his face when I said 'we' but it vanished just as quick as it came; like he was surprised I wanted to be involved.

"One thing's for sure: you're not getting in this mess!" He said with authority and was now looking into my eyes with power that I wanted to fight off.

"And why not? You may have gotten in this problem yourself, but what good of a wife would I be if I don't stick with you till it's over?! Don't think just because I'm in this state that I can't help you!" My breathing was getting ragged by the time I had finished my little ranting.

The noodles that I was eating didn't look so appetising to me anymore, so placing the plate on the table I got up and went inside the bedroom. I closed the door behind me and my back stayed leaning on the door.

This was getting ridiculous that I had no say if I wanted to help my own husband in finding peace. True there wasn't much that I could be, being pregnant and all but that doesn't mean I was totally useless! Saying that I was just seemed a little harsh to me.

While my back was still leaning on the door, I could hear his footsteps approaching the room that I was in. It stopped just outside and the feel of his head leaning on the door vibrated on my back. If he wanted to come in, then it was upto him; the door wasn't exactly locked for him to stay out there.

"Ali I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He said out and I could tell that he was sorry but I also fet embarassed about over-reacting like that.

My back came off the door and breathing out I rested my hand on the doorknob, deciding whether or not I should just open the door and hug the life out of this boy. I agreed with that thought in a mere second twisted the knob, opening the door to see Isa fall back a little.

Quickly grabbing hold of his hand, I brought him closer to me and gave him a gentle hug as best as I could with a massive bump in between us. His arms found it's way to my waist to hug me back but again it wasn't very possible. Some loose strands of hair from my ponytail found its way to cover my eyes and made me break the hug; even if I didn't want to.

"Don't be sorry, it's my fault for over-reacting. I'll let you do what you need to and I promise to not get involved with anything." Just to show how serious I was, I lifted my pinky finger just in front of his face so he can intertwine his finger with mine.

He looked at me as if mentally saying 'are you kidding me?' But I simply shrugged and kept my finger raised. Finally he gave up into thinking I was mad and joined both our fingers together to hold our promise.

"There. Now you can do whatever it was you were going to do and I won't say a thing." I confirmed to him with a nod and smile on my face.

It seemed as if he was surprise by the way he was looking at me that I had decided to say something like this. Then again he should know by now that I happen to be very unpredictable, that's what I was mostly used to people saying about me.

"Okay, well here's what, you want to go out?" That was a little unexpected even I have to admit that but nonetheless I agreed with a nod of my head to say that I would like to go out.

"I'll put my hijab on." I said and went over to where I had placed my hijab when taking it off and slipping it back on my head, making sure to cover every single inch of my hair. The rest of my outfit consisted of my pyjamas which is what I wear mostly all the time and right now I wasn't bothered to change into something more presentable, considering I would have my coat on top so that no one could see what I was wearing anyway.

"Let's go." I said enthusiastically and linked my arm with his after I had slipped my coat on top of me, making sure to close all the buttons up. It was warm and snug, that's for sure.

"Err, Ali you forgetting something?" He asked me scratching the back of his head while I looked down at my outfit. There must have been something missing and by the time I got down to my feet I realised I didn't have my shoes on.

My mouth formed an 'o' and I rushed to the door to pull my Converse back on my feet where I had left them when we got inside. This was the only pair of shoes I bothered to bring with me and I didn't mind since it was pretty warm inside.

"Now we can go." I said and looked over at Isa when I actually face palmed myself. He wasn't saying that there was something I was forgetting about myself, (which there was) he was talking about himself. His pyjama bottoms stood out and I knew for a fact that he would never go out like that. 

"My bad. You can go change." Awkwardly I said what I wanted to and after he gave me a quick smile and retreated back to the room, I began rubbing my face because it was now stinging from the impact of that facepalm I just did.

'I really need to get my eyes checked out' I thought as I went into the tiny section of the apartment which was the kitchen and got out a glass from the cabinets and some orange juice from the fridge. It was cold and refreshing to me which made me pour some more in.

"Done." His voice rang through my ears and before turning round, I placed the empty glass into the sink to be washed later on.

Smiling at me he took my hand in his and we both got out of the apartment and into the almost empty hallway where some children were running about chasing each other. The sight was comforting and brought a smile to my face as we got in to the elavator.

"I'm guessing that smile isn't something to do with me, huh?" Isa asked while placing his free hand over his heart, mocking hurt that my smile wasn't because of him.

I stuck my tongue out at him and heard him laugh at me. "Just to let you know, you're the reason I smile everyday." I said out and saw him wear the most goofiest smile ever. "Just not today." I finished off.

My sides were suddenly being tickled and I let out a shriek by how much he had caught me by surprise. I wasn't normally a tickle-ish person but that all becomes useless when you begin tickling me, catching me off guard. And Isa knew this very well indeed.

"No, no stop!" I shrieked and he finally let go of my sides with a smug grin on his face. I simply gave him the best glare I could muster but it didn't seem to be working because he began poking my cheeks now. This boy was just...impossible.

Smacking his hand away I looked up to see the elavator had stopped moving and the doors were now open for us to get out of. I didn't bother waiting for him, and just bit his finger away and got out the elavator to hear Isa's muffled voice.

I looked back to him with my arms crossed over my chest while he was there with his eyes half closed, holding the finger that I had just bit, in pain. The smirk was evident on my face as an old lady, who had just walked into the elavator, shout at Isa to tell him to be quiet and that her 'cat's could even hear him cry like a baby'. The laugh that was waiting to be out was stiffled by my hand.

After getting told off by the old lady (who is now my favourite person) he began walking towards me with a look on his face which didn't look like I was going to be sparred for doing what I did to him.

Shaking my head at him, I twisted round and ran out the doors of the hotel, dodging people as I heard Isa calling my name. The harsh winter wind slammed in my face but I kept running anyway. There was no way I wanted him to catch me!

It felt weird to be running with a baby bump but it was still easy though. It was also weird that Isa hadn't caught up to me yet. My feet skidded to a halt and I felt my Converse dipping into muddy water on the ground. I mentally groaned at that but didn't do anything to see if it was completely wet.

My name was still being shouted and even though it was dark out, the lights from the street lamps on top made it possible for me to see what was happening. Turning around to see an out of breath Isa, clutching on a bench for support made me laugh, and it wasn't one to last about ten seconds because when I stopped, it naturally started again. Oh well.

"Who knew you were so out of shape." I loved moments like this when we both just messed around with each other without a care in the world. It made me see how much of a good husband I had.

"I-I, tha-at was crazy!" He spluttered out and I couldn't help but laugh at him again. Walking over to him, I helped him up but seeing he couldn't even stand on his own two feet at the moment, I helped him to sit on the bench that he was holding on to for support.

I couldn't help but remember as we sat down on the bench that this was exactly the way I found out about Isa's past. Us having fun, sitting down on a bench and seeing where the converstion led to.

That wasn't something I wanted to think about at the moment though, so I brought my legs up to the bench and sat cross legged. A wet feeling was now creeping up on my legs and I remembered that my shoes were wet, so mentally groaning I placed my feet back down on the pavement.

"You know, I'm not even that fast." I said to him with a little smile playing on my lips. While Isa was still trying to calm down his breathing back to normal.

"Yeah well I don't like running." He admitted and looked at me with a smile on his face too. It didn't stay there for long though as the smirk was back and he scooted closer to me. I, on the other hand couldn't move up because if I did, my ass would have been on the cold gravel floor.

"You're not going to do anything right?" I asked him nervously. 

"Depends if you count this as anything." He replied with a shrug and before i could ask what he meant, his lips were on mine. 

It didn't last long and as we broke apart, I found myself blushing and thanking Allah that Isa couldn't see me blushing in the dark. Isa simply chuckled and brought his arms around my shoulder, bringing me closer to him.

And, in that moment was when we forgot everything.

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Asalaamalaikuum guys, and another chapter for you guys! It's not that great, just these two having a laugh really and there will be another chapter soon Insha'Allah.

Dedicated to @Purple_chewwi2 for agreeing to be my editor, thank you!

Have a Good Day and May God Bless You All.