I looked at him to see if he was serious. I couldn't believe my ears. When I didn't answer, his gaze changed into a begging one and I couldn't ignore it. I couldn't help but touching his cheek. He was looking so broken, like a little child. He leaned in to my touch and it reminded me of a lion.. What did he go through that made him like this?
"Please.."he said and that did it. I grabbed the Qur'an, opening a random page before I took the courage and started again. I read for hours and hours and he was just listening at me. He didn't say anything. He wasn't rude. He was just quiet, having ear for me reading. After several hours I looked up and saw that he fell asleep, sitting on the floor with his head on the couch. I looked out the window and the sunlight hit my face. I didn't even realize that it was the next morning. I looked back at Aneel. I ran my fingers slowly through his hair. I smiled at the softness. His face had a frown and I squeezed it gently away. He relaxed a bit before I woke him up to tell him that he needed to go to bed if he wanted to sleep.
"Aneel.." I said, still with my fingers in his hair. He moved a bit but slept further.
"Aneel, wake up" I said louder. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at me. Then he looked at where he was. He moved his head which made him hiss in pain. He looked like he was really in pain.
"What am I doing here?" he said, while rubbing his eyes. He held this angry gaze like he always had.
"I don't know, you came and slept there when I was reading" I said walking to the kitchen. I could see that he didn't remember and I didn't want him to remember. It was better that way anyway. He would be mad if I told him.
"Do you want some breakfast" I asked, making myself a cup of tea.
"No. I'm going out in an hour" he said while looking at the clock.
"Where?" I dared to ask, still having a little fear. I needed to remember that he wasn't his usual self last night.
"Business" he said and stood up, making his way to the bathroom. I sighed and thought about what I could do when he was gone. Maybe I could prepare dinner for us. After last night, I wanted to be on good terms with him. We would never be a real couple, but we could try to get along. We didn't even had to be friends. Just two people who can get along.
After I drunk my tea, Aneel came out of the bathroom all dressed. He looked at me and rolled his eyes and went out of the door. I sighed and made my way to the laundry room to get things ready for cleaning.
I sat on the couch, exhausted. This house was bigger than I expected. Which house has five rooms?! That is a hell when it comes to cleaning. I stood up and walked over to the fridge. I opened it and saw no food. Correct: no edible food. Vegetables were black and I think the milk was not good anymore. I walked to the bedroom and got dressed. After that I took some money my grandma left me, which my parents didn't know about, and made my way to the grocery store. I bought everything I needed and before I knew it, I started cooking. When I was slicing onion my eyes locked with the book. When I came out of the grocery store, a girl stopped me and gave me this book.
"Take this, it will help" she said and gave me the book. I took it in confusion. I looked at it before looking at the girl again, but she disappeared. I couldn't even thank her nor understand why she gave it to me. It was a book about Islam. 'Finding your way' was the title.
I took the bowl with the pasta to the dining table. It was late and Aneel must be heading home now. I was a bit nervous of his reaction, because I knew he wouldn't be happy. I sighed and sat on the dining chair. I waited and waited and it was getting late. Just when I was about to fall asleep the phone rang. I made my way over to the sound and answered the phone.
"Hello?" I said. Then I heard someone talking, very nervous and angry. It sounded more helpless.
"Sahra, listen you have to come and take me" Aneel said. I was confused.
"What's wrong? Where are you?" I asked. He said something that made me sink in fear. I was scared that something bad had happened and hoped that everything was alright.
"Police station" he said.
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Final Editing Done: 23-09-2016
This chapter is dedicated to Samina, cause she is so friking awesome! She is nice and very warm and very talkative. Go read her story 'Marriage minus Love' cause it is so good!
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Spiritual"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died i...
