#FewWords
You'll be shocked to know that the one person you thought you can fall back on will leave your back and your fall will make a huge impact on you...

Recap
Mr Muhammad was didn't really how hurt he was but he didn't say anything to anyone apart from Jalal. Jalal secretly told Nasir that the only thing that kept his parents together was him. He told him that his mother changed to her real colours immediately she gave birth to him because Mr Muhammad Shehu had her on house arrest to prevent her from aborting him. She was paid every single thing she did to him as a mother and Mr Muhammad couldn't find it suiting to have any kinda relationship with her

Chapter Fifty
Nasir's POV
Well, I couldn't stop myself from intervening when I heard them talking about adoption... I'm super lucky to have wanted to get a cup of coffee...that was what made me walk downstairs.

I'm happy that my dad agreed to this y'know, well it won't be easy but I'm glad I have him with me. I never thought a day will come when I'd love a person this much... I used like in my dad's present because...well...you know dads.

First thing I did after that tiny incident was dog walk to my room, if that's a thing. I picked my phone and was about to dial Zafeerah's contact and pour out my heart to my sister but I stopped, can't be the one to spoil her honeymoon. Miss Mira and the Hassans suggested that none of these gets to them so... I lay down on my bed...more like jump on my bed cos I can't really think about what to do or what not to do... it's just Salma and me, I'm into Salma and I just pray she's that much into me. I believe she is because she behaved differently with me. I remember the first time her skin was against mine. Even though it was during a traumatic moment for her... I just couldn't stop thinking about it or I just can't stop thinking about it.

Her fingers wrapped around me and her tears trickling down her cheeks and finding home on my shirt was something I'll always want...not that I want her sad... I just want her to have me as a pillar, her support and the one she runs back to when she's sad. I want to laugh with her, cry with her... I want us to walk through our medical school journey together.

I just want her with me, I want to wrap her arms around me and place her head on my chest with both of our eyes closed listening to our hearts thud on a windy day with leaves rustling and a single bird singing. I want her feet right on mine when she's happy, swirl her around when we see our results... She's a brilliant girl and I know we'll fly out of Medical school in bright colors.

I want her breath right through my soul when she leans in and closes her mouth after complaining about how stressful school is. I want to be her best friend, her partner...now and forever.

I always get scared of how hard I fell in love with her...the world falls for gravity and I fell for Salma. I'm sure she's the one for me.

I have to sleep, have to take a glimpse so I hug my pillow and bring up my knees to my chest which made me look like a street beggar on a rainy day.

Third Person's POV
Nasir closed his eyes to get any thoughts out of his head for some sleep but he just couldn't. At last, he just stood up and walked to Salma's room...he can't resist how she attracts him like a magnet to her room. He was about to knock when he decided against it and was about to turn and walk back to his room when he heard shuffling and sniffling, it was pretty easy to Listen in because the door was slightly open. He leaned in and placed his head on the door to listen, the door made a quiet creak when he leaned harder and that got the sniffling quiet for a few seconds.

"Who's it?" Salma stood up and was about to walk to the room but stopped in her tracks because a thought struck her mind.

"What if a ghost was about to come take her life and  let everyone rest for a while, she has been too much trouble for people around her..."

"... that's movie kinda thing, it's not possible... nonsense!" She reassured herself with her heart in her hand, she took a step forward and stopped again.

"What if it's really a ghost or something..."

"Come onnn, Salma... really?" Nasir opened the door in a swift and stood like a tall tree in front of her.

"Well....Naa...Ananaass" she called his nickname and called pineapple in Arabic, which perfectly rhymes with his name.

"You want some Ananaass?" He asked as much he had a different explanation of what he said, he really just wanted to talk to her.

"Whatever so what were you doing...at my door by this time...of the night?" She turned and asked him with emphasis on every word that came out of her mouth.

"What are you cleaning?" He held her hand and dragged her back to him when he noticed she was using her long sleeves to clean tear streaks on her face.

"Nasi..."

"Sshhhhh... it's okay" he put his fingers on her lips and wiped her face with his sleeve.

"This is not okay Nas" she closed her eyes and didn't resist his touch.

Nasir mentally smiled at his trick and his heart leaped... almost jumping out like a frog jumping out of a witchfinder's mouth.

"I'm scared... what if I have to leave knowing that these horrible men will..."

"They won't..." He released her hand and made her seat on a sofa across him

"You have nothing to worry about...we have a problem and a solution is under way so why worry?" He asked but didn't want her answer.

"Nasir... there's a flyer on the social media platforms..." She brought out her phone and showed him. It had her pic and a hashtag with justice for Salma. That must have been what made her cry.

"Hmm...are you scared the whole world knows now? You don't need to be... there are just blabbing, that's what people behind their keyboards do...say a lot and nothing. Seems like they are making an impact but none..."

"Nasir you don't know how this feels..." She jumped into his words, her eyes surveying the ground. He looked at her accepting the fact that he was more worried than her, people will point fingers her or worse pity her and that's one thing no one wants. To be pitied.

"Now, newspapers will write articles about me...now I'll watch myself on the TV... I'll be addressed as the girl who was raped...now I..."

"Calm down... breathe... breathe..." He instructed

"You never wished for this, if wishes were horse, you'd be riding into the future with no complications but this happened for a reason. God has plans... okay" she nodded her head as he talked to her.

"I want to sleep" she uttered when he kept quiet for sometime. He just walked out after saying

"You have me"

Then she dropped her head in her hands and let a let tears down again.

Salma's POV
I can't stop crying, I'm crying that at 18...heck I'm not even 18 yet, I have my life crumbled down in front of me, I have my heart broken in different pieces and there's no way I can get these pieces to get a shape not of a heart but of any shape that'd be a lump of flesh used for circulating blood round my body.

First, it's mum...well...not my mum, Ruqayyah who made my life a living dead, then Mrs Fatimah who hates me for nothing, thought she was a sweet woman... guess I was wrong.

Then the huge revelation I'm actually not my mother's daughter, my biological mother is dead... WOW! My life is like a show!

Then what I thought was the most terrifying and traumatic in my life, My dad's Death! Hmm, guess I was wrong cos something else was being cooked against me.

Just when I thought I was getting myself together, something as terrible as this happens to me. The court and so on...well.

Then there's Nasir, in a lacunae, looking and expecting me to get my shit together. Just stand and walk as if nothing happened to me. Then the internet with trunks of flesh and empty hearts typing away their soul to the devil, hashtag, justice for Salma.

Well, that's not all...a piece of my heart in this situation still yearns for love... Nasir's touch and presence...his words. How stupid I am.

Do you think it's wrong for a girl to just want it all? Just have a perfect life and fit in. I'll never fit and Nasir can't love...he probably just y'know does all these cos I'm in their house and they all pity me.

The next day is supposed to be the next hearing so I lay on my bed not to sleep but to think about what will happen to me.

"Salma, have something...you need to eat" Aunt Zee asked me to eat when she came to follow us to the court. Her baby, Ahmad must be missing his mother's care... she's busy trying to get me... well I don't know. She told Zayn had something urgent so he wouldn't make it to the hearing and I just nodded, I don't really care... honestly.

"Salma..." Mr Muhammad called me, I turned and met him standing at the door of his libray which was just opposite the kitchen...he doesn't use it, I think he just enjoys buying books and getting them arranged in the large room.

"...you need to eat dear" He said and I just nodded my head. I looked at the plate of cookies and tea on the table and imagined how easy life will be if problems can be swallowed.

Zainab and Mr Muhammad left together when Nasir told them he'd drive us, me and him to the court.

"Are you sure?" His dad turned to ask him and he nodded, now I miss my dad more than ever! He just left in the cruel hands of the world. My eyes were peppery from the pool of tears I was holding in their presence. The tears surprisingly strolled down like Hauwa when she wants to get something nasty done.

"It's okay, you can cry... alright" he assured me as he sat opposite me.

"Nasir... please don't pity me, I can see a slight..."

"No, I don't pity you, I love you!!" He blurted

"What?" I raised my head and looked at him.

"I love you...I love you Salma... please...I..."

"No, you don't... You are just doing this to get me happy"

"I'm serious" he looked at me without blinking

"Nasir, you don't need to do this..."

"I love you Salma, pleaassee" His voice lowered this time but I really can't believe him, honestly.

It might be true that he loves me but I can't accept his love, I'm not worth it. He needs someone better and besides that, I'm scared that he might just be doing this to get me happy and might leave me broken after he has helped me pick the pieces.

"I don't love you, Nasir" I pick the cold cup coffee and gulped it content in a go before I stood up and took the door's direction.

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