Chapter Twenty Four: Hidden In Your Heart.

Adam woke up after an hour, he came downstairs as soon as he awoke. My father in law arrived just a few minutes before Adam woke up. They went for a walk on the beach. I wonder what they are talking about. My mum and mother in law were in the kitchen, while Jamila, Ayat and I were the room. They were talking. I wasn't, I was thinking. About a lot of things really. Adam mostly.

"The wedding might be in May," Jamila spoke. Not knowing if she spoke to me or Ayat. I still remained quiet. "Halaat...Halaat."

"Ha?" I reply. Jamila moves closer to me and holds my hand.

"The doctor told me that Adam was saying your name while he was in the ambulance, right after the accident," Jamila spoke hopefully.

"He did?" I ask her. She nodded her head to indicate "yes". I look at her and I simply smile.

"Don't worry he'll remember soon," Jamila said.

"Insha Allah," I reply. My bracelet...The one Adam gave me. The gift he gave me when we were in Dubai. It's not on my wrist. Maybe Ummi has it. I don't remember where it is. I went to the kitchen and I asked Ummi and she told me she didn't have it.

The bracelet means a lot to me. And besides I need something to worry about other than life.

I go upstairs and go to my room and search for it. I look for it everywhere, I didn't find it. I sat on the bed, trying to think where it could be. At the hospital or maybe at my in laws place. The door slowly opens and I see Adam standing and staring at me. I quickly stand up, he enters the room and closes the door. I stare at him, studying his every move.

"I can leave..." I mumbled.

"No. I have been meaning to talk to you," he says walking closer to me.

"What about?" I tried to ask casually.

"About our relationship," he says steadfastly. He stood in front of me his breathing intimidating my heart, he holds my hand. I look at him and I get lost once again in his grey eyes that show nothing but mystery. My eyes still fixed at his face. He is still holding my hand, he lets go. And I stay still. I follow his careful movements. He puts his hand in his pocket and removed a bracelet. My bracelet, the one he gave me in Dubai.

The same one that has I love you written in Arabic. I stare at the bracelet and joy takes over my heart. I give him my hand and he makes me wear it. He lets go of my hand and walks towards the sofa and sits.

"The nurse gave it to me, she told me it's yours. It was misplaced," He said. I turn and look at him.

"I was looking for it, it means a lot to me. Thank you," I said.

"No problem. My mother told me that you were looking for it. But I wonder why a simple bracelet has so much meaning to you when it can be replaced," he spoke.

"It has sentimental value to me," I said while fidgeting with bracelet." You actually gave it to me."

"Please sit Halaat," he said. I sat on the bed and not next to him. I can't even talk to him the same. It's different. He makes me feel like I am sinning, as I stare at him while he talks.

"I remember minor details about you, I believe that you worked for my company,"

"Ya.. yes," I reply.

"Interesting...I married my employee,"

"It was an arranged marriage and you agreed to it,"

"Are you saying that I fall in love with you?" He asked somehow intrigued.

"I suppose,"

"Everyone is telling me that you are my wife and I loved you, but I beg to differ. I don't think I could fall in love with you, I don't think the reason I married you was because my feelings. I am trying to understand but it feels like everyone is fixing my "puzzle" telling me where this and that goes,"

I remained silent, I managed to put a strong face on. Letting my soul cry instead; the words he said were hurtful. I know he doesn't remember me.

"I agreed to stay with you because my mother insisted. So I could remember, you. But if I  don't remember you in lets say one month, we separate."  His facial expression; serious. I trust non of his bitter words. I wish I wish this was a silly joke that he was playing. But sadly it was not.

"Our memories together live within me. You are only saying that because you hate the feeling of not knowing. You hate it. You have no idea how much you mean to me, that's all I have to say." I said almost in tears. I stand up and walk towards the door. Away from the man who used to love me dearly and now is ready to leave me. He didn't say anything as I cried in silence.

Adam's POV.

My life is not what it used to be. People are narrating my life, while I am the one who should be doing that. Everyone telling me that I am deeply in love with a girl, I barely know. Though her name sounds familiar. I thought about her name and face. Until a vivid memory came to me, she works in my company.

Than I thought about it and maybe this could be true. I married my employee. I married Halaat. It's absurd. Everyone telling me about my love life, feels like a lie you tell a four year old about monster. But Ummi tried to convince me that I loved her, that I should consider staying with her in the house that I bought for her.

See what's going on. People telling me information I don't know of, it's just too much to take in. I agreed to stay with her since my mother's sad eyes just hunted me. I'll stay with the girl. All I can do is put my whole entire faith in God. The doctor said my health is improving, but my short memory might take a while. She prescribed me medication that will help with my health. I was discharged from the hospital. Before I left the nurse gave me a bracelet saying it belonged to my wife. My wife?... Ya Halaat.

It will take time getting used to that. So we went to the house it was located next to the beach. I don't know why I would buy a house next to the beach. I don't really like the beach.
So I got into the house and greeted unfamiliar faces. The girl Halaat, greeted me too. I found myself going upstairs and towards the bedroom. I looked around and I noticed my clothes were there, and the girls I guess. I sat on the bed; thinking of what I could do about this situation.

I fall asleep eventually and I woke up after an hour. I went down stairs and my father arrived. We went to the beach and we had a talk while walking. More about the girl and less about business. We finished our talk and I decided to go back upstairs to rest. As I was making my way towards the stairs. My mother called me.

"Adam!" My mother yelled.

"Na am Ummi," I replied. I walked towards the kitchen and found my mother chopping vegetables. She came to where I was; by the door. And greeted me and asked how I was feeling.

"Adam, Halaat is upstairs looking for her bracket, if you don't mind please help her look for it," she asked with a soft tone. I nodded to indicate yes, she kissed me on my forehead. My mother always trying her best to make things right. Alhamdulliah.

I made my way upstairs and to the bedroom. Only to find her sitting on the bed. She immediately stood up as I entered the bedroom. I stood in front of her, I looked into her brown eyes that show nothing but emotions, love and sadness. I held her cold hand, that made me quite warm inside. I made her wear her bracelet. Turns out I gave it to her, as a gift.

I can't let this girl suffer because of my condition, what if I never remember. I can't promise her of what I can't control. Maybe the best decision is to leave. I hate the feeling of not knowing. But telling her about my decision was hard, my heart couldn't agree with my brain. There was a force telling me not to tell her my indecisive thoughts. But I did it anyway. I could see the facade on her face; trying to be strong.

Halaat seemed to know about me and told me words that were true and made me feel somehow not so happy but at the same time curious. As she walked away. I could hear her soft sobs. That made me angry with myself.
Halaat...

Halaat's POV.
'I don't know how to be something you miss.' Her mind spoke as her heart was breaking.

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