Sudan, Khartoum.

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Five days. Five long days of running in and out of the hospital, sometimes he can't even believe that he can do it. Sometimes he wonders how on earth he does everything? How he manages to work, check on Aamirah, meet up with the doctors, spend time with the family, check up on his sisters, stay up all night talking to his wife and go on errands for his aunt. It is just too much but days like this, he beams and feels happy, he feels accomplished. Maybe he can do it!

"Ya Allah stop staring" she snapped and he shook his head sideways asking for Allah's forgiveness.

"Do you need any help?"

"No thank you. I'll be out in a second InshaAllah" she replied and he nods his head walking out of the room. He walked to the receptionist were he signed the discharged papers and collected her hospital file. Just as he was done, he turned around to see her holding the brown bag and blanket.

"I'll take that" he said pointing the at the bag and she hands it to him willingly.

"No more hospital InshaAllah" he said driving out of the hospital and she nods her head looking out the window. He sighed, Aamirah is just complicating his messed up head. One minute she is talking to him, opening up to him and the other she is quiet and reserved. shunting him out.

"You will be staying with JamJam in her room, is that okay?" he asked parking in front of the house.

"What about the chalet?" She asked puzzled

"You can't be serious if you think I'm letting you stay there. Unsupervised"

"Unsupervised?" She gasped. "I am not a child for Allah's sake!" She snapped.

"I didn't mean it that way, please just get out from the car"

She exhaled, deeply. "I appreciate your help and everything but let me go. It's time I leave, I am nothing but a burden on you as it is you can't help me so please let me go"

Khaleel was taken aback. He was afraid the time will come when she will be adamant on going but he didn't think it will be this soon. "Aamirah get down the car please, you need to rest we will talk about this later" he said opening the door and walking away before she could register anything.

She sat down on the leather, soft seat confused out of her mind. She sat there with so many thoughts running in her head, how did she even end up in this situation? With Khaleel? Ya Rabb! He is driving her nuts.

Jameelah opened the passenger's seat smiling at her widely, "I missed you Mimi, come in"

"Thank you JamJam, I missed you too" she hugged her brifely before they entered the house.

"Mummy went out with Myra, they went grocery shopping." Jameelah informed as they walk up the spiral stairs. "Make yourself at home" was all she said before leaving her all alone in the light pink painted room with a queen's sized bed, bedside drawer, a table stacked with books by the right, chairs of drawers and bathroom. The room was simple yet beautiful.

Sighing, she walked inside the bathroom to take a bathe.

She is losing it. Slowly.

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"What do you think we should watch?" Myra asked hands perched on her waist akimbo style. Jameelah who was descending down the stairs in a lilac hijab gasped

"Madam movies today you are asking us what to watch? You must be sick"

"It's not funny, I seriously don't know what we should watch" she poured and they all laughed at her.

"How about I choose a movie this time?" Khaleel asked and before he could stand up Myra was quick to say no to his offer.

"Please we don't want to watch a documentary on Nelson Mandela"

Aamirah who was sitting on the couch chuckled. "It's interesting and educating" he argued.

"Thank you but it's actually very boring, lets not argue I'll just choose a random movie" she replied slumping on the couch beside Aamirah.

"I'll see you guys later" Jameelah said when the movie started playing. "I'll be in the gazebo with Kabeer"

"I am yet to understand if you guys are dating or not" Myra said and Jameelah glared at her

"We are just friends"

"Friends who meet each other every night to talk and spend half of their day together? Very convincing"

"Myra it's like your body is itching you this night. Khaleel control your cousin" and with that she left as the three laughed.

All through the movie, Khaleel was barely concentrating as he scrolls through his feed while chatting with Batool. It was when she called him that's when he stood up and left for the kitchen for some privacy. They talked for a while before he hanged up since it was late and she had an early call in the hospital the next day.

"Is the movie boring?" Khaleel asked Aamirah who walked inside the kitchen.

"I wasn't really paying attention" she yawned grabbing a bottle of water.

"I am sorry..for earlier, I shouldn't have walked out on you" he said watching her as she sat on the counter stool. She shifted, nervously. "It's okay, I am sorry too"

"Do you like it here?"

She smiled before looking up at him, his dark orbs staring right at her which sent shivers down her spine. "Yes, I can get used to Myra's obsession with movies and JamJam's love for Kabeer even though she tries so hard to hide it"

Khaleel laughed. "Welcome to the family in that case!"

Her smile fell and he noticed "And I can get used to you being a workaholic" she was changing the topic, trying to cover up her scars and he noticed.

"I am not a workaholic!"

"Yes you are"

Chuckling he shrugged off his shoulders nonchalantly "I enjoy working especially when it's for a good course"

She smiled tapping her fingers on the polished, neat counter. "Can I cook something?" She asked out of the blue and he nods his head.

"What do you want to cook?" He asked and she stood up.

"Anything, it's been long since I touched a pot talkmore of cooking"

Fact one: she hasn't been in the kitchen in a long time!

"What can you cook best?" He asked getting a middle sized pot from on of the cabinets.

"Tuwo" she beamed "that's my mother's favorite food, when I turned thirteen I started cooking for the whole house, mama used to say why cook when I have a grown up daughter?" She shook her head reminiscing old days.

"It was always stressful because I have to cook everyday when I come back from school. Everyone depends on me! Mimi mai girki (Mimi the cook)" this time he laughed along with her.

"What happens when you come home late?"

"World war! Everyone will gang up on me as if Mama can't cook, the only time she will cook is when I am sick, her excuse is always; 'your mates in the village are married and they cook for their husband three times a day'"

"She sounds lovely"

She paused, "she is" was her short reply before they proceeded to cook tuwo miyan kuka ten pm on a Thursday.

"Assalam Alaikum what are you guys eating?" Jameelah said walking inside the kitchen were the two were eating from separate plates.

"Wa'alaikum salaam. Join us JamJam, it's delicious" Khaleel moaned.

"I will love to but it's late, that's unhealthy" she scrunched her face. "Anyways Myra is asleep on the couch, I'll wake her up so she can go to her room" she informed walking away.

They finished eating before washing the used plates and cleaning up the kitchen. By the time Aamirah walked to the room were Jameelah was already snoring, she smiled so wide her stomach tingled in happiness.

Ibraheem Khaleel is doing all sorts of crazy to her and she absolutely loves it!

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