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SOUNDTRACK: Helplessly by Tatiana Manaois.
Him.......
18TH MARCH, 2016,
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS.
"You love this tree more than me, right? You're always caring for it and nurturing it".
"Awwwnnn ain't my Ray-Ray the cutest when his pouts".
"Wrong move woman".
"Don't be sad. You see this tree will serve as a memorabilia".
"Stop saying tha.....".
"When I die and my soul departs from my body, I will come reside right here, in this tree. Always come visit when you miss me and I promise to always come see you".
I flashed a smile remembering Marwah's words. Indeed she has fulfilled her promise, for her body might not be with me but her spirit forever guides me through every single step I take.
"We'll forever be connected". I remembered her words.
"You sure kept your promise wifey". I chuckled a bit.
"You seem happy today master".
"That's what Marwah wants". I said smiling. "Now hold the mirror well".
I was out, by Marwah's maple tree getting ready. I wanted her to be with me at every step. I combed my hair then checked the mirror again before flashing a smile full of contentment. I wasn't looking bad, not at all. As usual, I was in a suit. I was going out on a date, a blind date to be precise. I had finally decided to make Amma happy. If getting married and giving her grandbabies was going to be her source of joy and happiness, then I was willing to take that painstaking sacrifice.
"I'll try to stay happy wifey. I shall shed tears no more, isn't that what you want?". At that moment, I felt a strong gudh of wind blow and I knew that it was my Marwah sending a message across to me. She is happy with me, most definitely.
After that, I swiftly ambled back into the house to my bedroom, our bedroom. The room I spent the most cherished NINETY-ONE days of my life with the most cherished person in my life. I know I promised not to cry anymore but a photograph, that was all it took for the tears to burst my dam of restraint. I clutched the solid wooden frame tight in my hand, able to see a ghostly reflection of my face in the thin sheen of glass that covered it. I looked past my own dreary eyes and stared upon her face that had been caught in a moment of perfection. It was the happiest memories that hurt the worst, they were the ones that cut me deepest. I focused in on her eyes, they were glistening with the twinkle of laughter that once i loved. Now, they laughed at me. They reminded me of what i had lost. I clutched the frame tight, pressing it hard to my breasts wishing to feel her head resting upon them one last time. It was in that moment i realised i no longer knew how i felt. I was numb, yet somehow in agony. I longed to be free of her, yet i wanted her back more than i'd ever wanted anything.
"You promised to stop crying just few minutes ago, didn't you?".
"I miss her Charlie". I said clutching tightly to him.
"It's okay master, don't ruin your outfit and your mood. You were cheerful just minutes ago, Marwah will appreciate that mood more". He used my greatest weakness against me.
"She will?". I asked wiping away my tears.
"She sure will". He said with a smile.
I relieved the driver off his duty and drove myself to the restaurant we planned the date. Everything reminded me of 8 years ago. I was at the restaurant a little bit early so I sat in my car for few minutes before sauntering into the restaurant.
"Rayyan Ahmad Arif?". A voice brought me out of my woolgathering.
"Yes how may I help you?". I asked the lady standing before me.
"I'm Naila, Naila Khalifa". How stupid of me not to remember my date. Naila Khalifa is the daughter of one of my top business associates from the United Arab Emirates. Beautiful, was one word that perfectly described her.
"Sooo your info says you've been married in the past, right?". She asked.
"Yes".
"What happened? Divorced?".
"More like widowed". I said and chuckled.
"Oh I'm so sorry". She apologised with a sympathetic expression. "Children?".
"Have none". I replied and soon an extremely thick silence engulfed us as only the clinking sound of our cutlery coming in contact with ceramic plates could be heard.
