Love is not what you expect. It is not a bed of roses, its not a cup of tea, it's a path full of thorns and a lake of fire......

"Baby did you do your homework?" I asked khairi over the phone as i stirred the pot of soup on the gas cooker.

"Yes mummy" She answered.

"What about your malam? Did he come today?"

"Yes, he even taught me another dua"

"Oh really? I closed the pot with its lid and reduced the gas a little "Can you recite it for me?"

"Yess... Alhamdu lillahil-ladhi 'ahyana ba'ada ma 'amatana wa'ilayhin-nushur (Praise is to Allah Who gives us life after He has caused us to die and to Him is the return.. dua when waking up)"

"Very very good, my baby is so smart"

She giggled.

"Did you eat?" I asked.

"Yes, Aunty farah made some sandwiches for me"

"Thats my baby... I'm cooking right now, i will call back later in shaa Allah, alright?"

"Okay mummy

"I love you"

"I love you too"

With a smile of my face, i disconnected the call and turned off the gas. The food was smelling so good. I decided to cook rice and stew because I only cooked it once since we came. I made potato salad too.

I transferred everything into some food warmers and arranged them on the dining table before heading to Abdulhameed's room.

I knocked "Salam!"

There wasn't an answer so I decided to knock twice. When there wasn't an answer again, I slowly pushed open the door but what i saw right before me made me stop dead and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

My picture on Abdulhameed's laptop wallpaper. Me.. fatima.. me? Ikon Allah!

'Why would he put my picture on his wallpaper?' I wondered 'Is he finally starting to like me?'

'In your dreams' A voice inside my head said 'Abdulhameed A.A would never like you'

He probably just wants to use me.

Yes! No wonder he'd be pretty kind to me after that kiss. He definitely made this up, he thought i'd gratify his desire after seeing my picture on his wallpaper. Well.. my foot! That would only happen when I'm sure he's started to like me. I'm not that cheap and that sure touched a nerve.

"Hey!" Came his voice.

Frowning slightly, i looked up at him and spoke "Food is ready"

"Okay"

Without sparing him a second glance, i turned on my heel and walked back to the dining area.

I usually wait for him to come first before i start eating but not today. By the time he came, i was half through my meal.

"Salam" He said, taking his usual seat opposite mine.

"Wa alaikumussalm" I muttered.

"The food tastes good.. as always" He said after taking a spoonful of the food.

You ain't gonna tell me it tastes good because i know man.

"Uhmm" I said not minding to grin or at least smile just like how i always do.

He furrowed his eyebrows probably confused as to why I was being cold towards him. He didn't say anything afterwards and i was more than glad because i knew him trying to make a conversation would only infuriate me more.

"I need to complete some work.. so you can just pack the plates, I'm done" He uttered, stood up and headed to his bedroom.

I started to pack the plates when i heard his phone ringing on the dining table. He probably forgot it there.

The ringing stopped so i just shrugged and continued with what i was doing but not even some seconds later it started ringing again.

Quite irritated, reached for the phone and the caller's name immediately caught my attention.

Samy!

Just when the ringing stopped again, a message from her came in.

'My baby meed! Why are you not answering? I missed you a lot... i know you're busy but please please please and please make sure you call back when you're free, i know you please.. love you so much'

Can you imagine the anger that was boiling in me right now?

She even had the guts to call him her baby? And even nicknamed him Meed? She missed him and on top of it all, she loves him.

"Did you see my pho..." He paused seeing the phone in my hand.

"Oh! Its with you.. sorry I forgot it here"

"Who is she?" They were the only words I could utter.

"Who?" He asked, confused.

"It is samy or whatchamacallit... you know better" I raised my eyebrows with a deep frown on my face. I wasn't going to take it easy.

"What about her?" He raised his eyebrows too.

"Oh please! lets not beat around the bush here" I spat "You are having an affair with her, aren't you?"

He chuckled "Samy?"

"This is no laughing matter"

"And how on earth did you know I'm having an affair with her?"

I brought the phone in front of his face "This.. this message says everything"

"Fatima!" He sighed after reading it "Samy is just a friend who used to work under our company"

"Oh really? A friend?" I laughed humorlessly "Baby? Meed? I missed you? I love you? A friend indeed"

"Don't misinterpret this.. me and her are nothing"

"Yes of course" I rolled my eyes "You should be ashamed of yourself, you have a wife and you're there having an affair with another woman"

"Fatima"

"Don't fatima me!" I yelled, irked.

"Don't get loud with me.. never fatima" He said in a warning tone "You of all people know that our marriage isn't love match, it has a limited time.. i can marry whosoever my heart wishes and you can go and marry your ex, isn't that want you too? So what's all this fuss about?"

A lump immediately formed in my throat and i could burst into tears any minute. But I just wouldn't let him see me like that.

I handed his phone to him and walked into my bedroom. I ran to my bathroom and burst into tears.

Why would he say that? Why? When he was all that I can think about? When all I want is to see him happy? When he was the one that made me dump Farhan? When I was falling for him everyday, every single minute and every single freakin second?

He's no idea how hurt i am right now.

I weeped in the bathroom for only God knows how long until I decided to go back to the bedroom. I gripped the bathroom wash basin as i felt a little dizzy probably from all the crying.

I managed to go out but my head only got heavier and heavier.

And before i got the chance to sit, i lost my balance and instantly blacked out.

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Abdulhameed's P.O.V

I swear, I didn't mean a thing.

I didn't mean a single thing. I didn't mean to hurt her, I would never want to hurt her.

My anger just got the best of me. I didn't think she could think of me that way. I was so hurt. She raised her voice to me. Even if I don't love her i would never see a woman behind her back. Do i look like a womanizer?

And Samy?? Samira of all people??

I would never love samy even though she's a thing for me. And about that message, by Allah, even if i had seen it I wouldn't reply. She was once our employee but she'd to resign because her family decided to move back to Kano state. Its been almost a year but she just wouldn't leave me alone. Numberless girls came to me like that but she's one of the bloody minded ones.

I angry picked my phone and dialed her number.

She picked after two rings "OMG! Did you just call me back? It will definitely rain today.. i have never been happy in my life.. oh my Allah!.."

"Samira" I cut her blabs "I know you love me or whatever but i also have to say you..." I was trying hard not to say something nasty "You kind of crossed the limit.. No, scratch that! You crossed it"

"What did i do?" She asked, clearly horrified.

"You sent me a message some few minutes later and my wife saw it" I massaged my temples... a thing i do in order to tame my anger "I told you to stop sending messages like that.. i warned you, now she's angry and she just won't understand that there isn't a thing between us, there was never a thing"

"But abdulha...."

"Samira you've caused enough trouble, please and please do me a favor and delete my number from your contacts, in fact delete me from your heart, your everything and pretend i have never existed before.. i would be more than grateful, in shaa Allah you will find someone way better than me.. ma'asalam" I said and hung up.

Now, its time to apologize to mi amor.

I walked to her bedroom and slowly pushed the door without minding to knock.

"Salamu alaikum, fatima" I searched the room with my eyes and they landed on her breathless figure lying on the floor.

My heart skipped two beats at the sight. I ran to her and shook her body "Fatima, whats wrong with?"

I scooped her petite form and ran out of the place as fast as I can. I didn't have time to call my driver, so i just hailed a taxi.

Xxx

"Doctor is she okay?" I asked the doctor once we were in his office. He'd be in the ER for almost an hour and i could have swore i have never been distressed.

"Calm down Mr abiso, your wife is okay its not a serious issue, from what I inspected she was very agitated and angry.. that made her faint"

Ya Allah! Did my words hurt her that bad?

"We have admitted her, don't get so worried she's going to be fine" The doctor smiled reassuringly.

"Can i see her?" I questioned.

"Sure, come with me" The doctor instructed and we walked out of the room.

"Please go in, i know she'd be awake any minute" The doctor patted my shoulder and sauntered away.

I slowly opened the door and entered. She was sleeping on the hospital bed with a heartbeat monitor beside it and an IV inserted in her hand. She looked somewhat angry.

I can't believe I was the one that caused this. I made my love angry. I hate myself for hurting her. Ya Allah!

Sighing deeply, i planted myself on a stool beside the bed and took her soft hand in mine.

"I'm sorry, mi amor" I whispered, caressing her palm with my finger.

The room fell silent, except for the ticking of the clock. I couldn't help but think how life would've been if things were normal between us. I wish I could tell her about my feelings, in the morning, middle of the night, when I eat, during sleep, in happiness and in sadness.

Wishful thinking..

Her eyes unexpectedly fluttered open and i let go of her hand almost immediately.

She closed and opened them after some seconds probably trying to adjust them to the brightness.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Why I'm i here?" She answered with a question, looking around the place.

"You fainted"

She hissed almost inaudibly and touched her forehead with her hand.

"Are you okay?" I asked again, examining her.

She glared at me "Why do you care?"

"I'm sorry"

She rolled her eyes.

"I didn't mean to hurt you really"

Totally ignoring me, she tried to sit up and winced. I quickly held her arms to help her up but she stopped me "Don't, don't touch me" She said through gritted teeth.

"I was only..."

"What made you think i need your help?" She frowned.

"Fine" I let go of her arms and went back to my seat.

She started her way to the bathroom but halted midway and turned "I'd be glad if you really keep your distance" And with that she entered the bathroom leaving me with a shattered heart.

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