****my version of Abid and badia*****
P.s- catch a thief, Not his heart
-Ananymousthe next day , Abid woke me up ,
My eyes widen seeing him holding a tray of food,
Abid has made breakfast for me.
It's pancakes with strawberries and hot chocolate . "uhmm tasty " I complimented him.
Lately I have been living a fairytale.
"You know this henna really looks good on you..."said Abid.I rolled my eyes as he kisses my henna.
"how long have you been away" I asked as I put a strawberry into his mouth.
"just long any enough" said Abid with a full mouth.
"Now, that's a bad manner to talk with your mouth full "I scold Abid.
He smiled shyly.
"I have to go, am late for work" , said Abid as he kisses my forehead.
"farewell dear", I bade him bye still sitting in my exact position enjoying my breakfast.
After breakfast I went to najwa's room who's all set for school.
"Hey najwa" I greeted.
before I could say anything else I felt her hold me tight."I miss you mum".
"mum " my eye's widen I mean she called me mum, she see's me as her mum.
"Am sorry, are you mad I called you mum" asked innocent najwa getting disppointed and dragging me back to reality.
"No , child I miss you too" I lean kissing her forehead.
"mum said to call you mum, that you are my mum also" she said.
"You know, I really missed you this pass few days mum " said najwa.
"I missed you too najwa. All I do was think about you " even when I was there najwa bringing a smile on najwa's face.
I couldn't process this all in one day.
"look what I brought you", I handed a chocolate bar to najwa.
she was so happy that she was jumping up and down.
Now put on your bag pack you are getting late.
"ok mum" , beamed najwa grabbing her bag pack.
honestly it sounds weird been called mum, I guess I have to get use to it.
"Is aunt Ruba taking you to school" I asked najwa.
"Nope, she said she would be out all day, that she is going to pick someone important so she asked the driver to take me" she explained .
I hanged on the word someone special, that's a first .
I felt intrigue and curious.
you little smart girl, Now go before you get late. I kissed her forehead and waved her .
I smile seeing how kissing my forehead has become Abids daily routine.
My cheeks started to turn pink just on the thought of him, my husband.
I took launch to farida.
she was laying down on the bed looking helpless . she looked pale, she looked like life is being pulled out of her with every breath she took.I sat by the bed, getting her medicine from her nurse and dismissing the nurse.
I gave her , her med and feed her.
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Mending a broken heart.
आध्यात्मिक"Can a broken heart ever be mended?" ** c_elijah 2017