Chapter Twelve: My Happiness.

"No matter how angry you get, you always end up forgiving the people you love."

Halaat's POV.

I got up early in the morning, Adam still asleep. I decided to go take a shower and wash my hair. After the shower I prayed my morning prayers. I decided to sit on the sofa beside the bed and read the Quran, after finishing reading I instantly fall asleep.

Adam's loud tensed voice woke me up, he is abusing in Arabic. I wonder who he is talking to. I sat upright and starred at him pacing back and forth talking on the phone. I kept quiet and observed Adam's furious eyes and rage. After he hang up the phone, he sat on the bed and sighed.

"Assalam alaykum," I said in a calm  voice.

"Walikum Salam," he replied forcefully. Silence took over and he went to the bath room and slammed the door. What could have possibly made Adam so furious? I went to the kitchen and started making breakfast, maybe breakfast could cheer him up. I set the table and placed the plates.

Adam walked passed me like a ghost and left the penthouse on the elevator. Why did he leave without saying anything? Was I just a lifeless mannequin? Maybe his reason will justify his actions.

Hours went by and I was left in the pent house all alone and bored. I missed my sister she would have made my day brighter. I decided to call her and talk her. Oh the excitement in her voice and the endless questions. I knew she was excited to talk to me so was I. After the one hour phone call conversation.

My mood got better but Adam's actions haunted me. It kept me wondering, what have I done to deserve that. I ordered room service and had my lonely lunch. I thought it was going to be better, after the memories we made yesterday. It was almost quarter to five, when I got a call from Adam. I picked up the phone and remained silence.

"Assalam alaykum," he spoke seriously.

"Walikum Salam," I replied.

"I am in Abu Dhabi, we found out who the culprit is. Sorr ..."

I hang up the phone. I couldn't help it, who the fudge does that? Leave without goodbye nor explanation. Does he think I am an employee that he hired to marry him. And he is in Abu Dhabi, what?

My day was lonely but I managed. Obviously his love for work comes first. So many emotions going through me and I started feeling light headed. Tears started coming out from my eyes, I am not used to being alone. I slept on the sofa and eventually fall asleep...

Adam's POV.

I got a phone call early in the morning, that informed me who the culprit is. The one behind all the company's losses. It's my best friend Ali. I didn't believe them at first, but all evidence pointed to him. And I went through it carefully and everything fall in place. Ali is the culprit.

We have been friends since we were children playing together, studied together and we had our fights but our friendship always came first. He is the brother I never had. Him and his family lives in Abu Dhabi. So I had to go see him, oh how I wish it wasn't my 'brother'.

As for Halaat my wife. I have mistreated her. I noticed the breakfast she was preparing. I couldn't control my anger and I didn't want her to face the ugly side of me. My anger has no chain to hold it back. I would never forgive myself if I saw tears in her eyes. But I know I have caused more trouble by leavening without an explanation.

I couldn't stop thinking about her yet my anger was within me. I am also angry at myself, how could I leave? I wonder what she thinks of me now...
I called her trying to explain, but I knew she she was pissed. Her quick reply and when she hang up the phone. Certainly Halaat is angry at me.

I couldn't stop looking at the picture I took of her yesterday at the beach without her consent, she looked so beautiful. That's the only thing that seemed to keep me sane, her face. How was I going to make this up to her. It was going so well, I was finally getting to know her personally as a soul. Nothing can justify my actions...

My Halaat I hope you forgive me.

I got to Abu Dhabi and I went to Ali's home and I was welcomed by his parents. It's been a long time since I visited them and when I am - I am delivering bad news. I explained to them the situation that happened in the company and that Ali their son, is the culprit. They weren't shock as I thought they would be, they looked at me with a cold eyes. Ali's mother stood up and walked away as for Ali's father he still starred at me coldly.

What happened to the people I once called my second parents. I left the house knowing, I wasn't welcomed anymore. I knew I no longer have a place in their hearts. Later as I was driving, I was informed by the investigators, that Ali has traveled. Has my best friend really betrayed me. My brother...

I got back to Dubai the same day. The traffic was unbearable but I managed to get back to Dubai late at night. When I got into the pent house, I noticed Halaat was sleeping on the couch her body uncomfortably twisted, I carried her to the bedroom and kept her on the bed. I watched her beautiful face, as she quietly snored. I admired Gods creation, I have truly fallen in love.

I woke up early in the morning for fajar prayers, and Halaat was not on the bed. After I finished praying, I found Halaat who was on the terrace starring at the skyline. I walk towards her and stood besides her.

"Assalam alaykum," I told her.

"Walikum Salam," she replied.

"I am sorry about yesterday, I left without saying anything and...," I tried to explain.

"It's okay," she said interrupting my explanation. Halaat's eyes still fixed at the scenery in front her. I tried to hold her hand but she flinched. What have I done?

"Halaat I am sorry,"

"No need for apologies,"

I held her hand and said.

"Please Halaat...,"

"Let go of my hand," she said. I still held her hand. "Let go of me!" She yelled.

I got a glimpse of Halaat's face, her eyes puffy and red. I made Halaat cry, for how long has she been crying? She walked away from me and went to the kitchen. I followed her and stood a distance from her. I watched her as she removed the eggs from the fridge.

"Did you eat dinner yesterday?" She asked in modulated voice.

"No," I replied.

"You must be hungry, I'll make breakfast," she said trying to sound okay. Why was she doing this, it hurt me watch her trouble her self. I didn't deserve this, I didn't deserve her kindness. Her teary eyes are like poison to my heart. Each time I got a glimpse of her face, I died a little.

"Halaat you don't have too..."

"But I want to."

"Why are you doing this? After what I did yesterday,"

"It's okay I understand business first before anything,"

"No Halaat, please that's not true,"

"Adam forget about it," she said. I walked towards her and stood in front of her, she tried to avoid me but I managed to trap her. I pulled her waist close to me and could feel her beating heart. She refused to look into my eyes and so I forced mine to look at hers. I could see tears escaping her eyes, I hugged her. "Why did you leave, without saying anything?" She asked sobbing.

"Halaat I am sorry, it will never happen again. I got so angry and I didn't want you to see me like that, the investigators informed me that my best friend Ali is behind the company's losses," I explained still hugging her," I am sorry Halaat I promise I'll never leave you."

"It doesn't matter what mood you are in, I'll endure it because..."

"I love you," I told her while wiping her tears. I saw her face turn pink out of shyness. She ran out of the kitchen and I started laughing. Why was she running?

"Ya Halaat, you can run but you surely can't hide from my love," I said while laughing. I went to look for her and I found her standing by the swimming pool. I walked closer to her and watched her shy face. As I approached her she pushed me into the swimming pool, but I managed to hold her hand and pull her in with me. As we stood together in the not so shallow water, looking at each other. Wet and soggy.

"I love you too," she said unexpectedly. I was so happy to hear her say those words. I was so overjoyed. She started splashing water on me, and tried to escape. I managed get grip of her shirt and pull her back. I than grabbed her waist, pulled her close to my body, looked into her kind brown eyes and grabbed her face gently and devoured her face.

Halaat's POV.

I woke up early in the morning, before Adam and prayed. I am angry at him, yet I still care. Is this love?
When Adam apologised to me I noticed something, there was a look in his eyes I had never seen before. It took me a few moments to recognise it for it was. Remorse. I could see it and hear his voice, regretful and shameful.

I forgave my husband and for that happiness lingers in my soul. When he told me he told me that he loved, I became shy of the man who I call my husband. I ran away and hid like in a game of hide and seek. He found me like a playful five year old. Standing by the swimming pool, I pushed him and he pulled me with him in the swimming pool.

I love you too I said smiling and happy. His eyes widened and a smile spread across his face, I didn't know four words could make Adam so intrigued.

And when we kiss one another. I could swear our souls whispered ever so quietly, 'welcome home'.

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