TANZEEL

Chapter 16

They arrived at prince Mohammed bin Abdulaziz international airport. Tanzeel couldn't see, but could only feel the whivering air that calmed her down. She felt the brink of her eyes pooling with tears, she've offended Allah, but even had the audacity of coming to a pure city like madinah.

Astagfirullah.

"Let's get down, Tanzeel," Mama spoke with a tender and tiring voice, jolting Tanzeel out of her reverie.

She clutched Mama's outstretched hand and they walk through the arrivals, the air freely blowing off Tanzeel's hair. She could only hear the murmuring sound of passers, as Mama guided her to where she assumed was the waiting area-so they could claim their bags.

"Let's sit here before he comes back with our bags." She didn't bulged, when Mama helped them sat on the waiting chairs-as they wait for Mu'ammar to bring their bags.

"Mama, I left you waiting," came his voice. It irritated her, but still sent a chill down her spine. From how it sounded, he was tired and she couldn't wait to see how this mysterious guy looks like.

"It's nothing, Mu'ammar; you were the one that worked. Can we leave? Tanzeel is tired." Mama said and stood up at the same time.

"Mama you're jetlagged also, can I help with Tanzeel?" He offered, his heart grisping at how she was scrunching up her face in annoyance since when he came over.

"Oh sure, You can." Mama shifted, but before she could peel off her hand from Tanzeel's hold, she felt it more grisped.

"Mama, I prefer you. I don't like him around." Came Tanzeel's voice since they arrived. It was a tired voice and a bit husky that made Mu'ammar's skin tingled.

Mama tried to protest, but Mu'ammar quickly shook his head for her, emanating they should just do as Tanzeel wants. It was hard for him, she could see it through his eyes_he was trying so hard not to engulf Tanzeel into an embrace and kept hushing sorry to her ears until she forgives him. When Falmata told her what transpired between the two, she didn't know it had reached to this phase until now; for it loomed that Tanzeel gets disgusted when he's around.

She could see they've fallen in love with each other without even noticing, and knowing the pain love was capable of inflicting-Mama knew their hearts would be desolated.

"As you said, Let's go Mu'ammar." Mama broke the intense stare Mu'ammar was sending Tanzeel's way, and their erratically heart beats beneath their enclosures.

They walked in an eerily silence, only Mu'ammar heaving breaths and Mama would flash him a loving and pathetic look. They took a cab to Dar Al shohadaa hotel, where they've booked two rooms-and tomorrow; they would go to Magrabi eye and ear center, hopefully, the day for the operation might be fixed.

Mu'ammar collected the keys to their rooms, and they ambled towards the adjacently lined rooms. There was an eerily silence before Mama looked at him and collected their rooms key. She mouthed 'She didn't know you're married, I would've sleep in one room.'

Mu'ammar nodded his head in acknowledgement and sluggishly walked to where Tanzeel was standing, unbeknownst to what was happening between her unknown husband and her mother inlaw.

He leaned forward and cupped her face with both hands, landing a soft lingering kiss on her forehead. He glanced over at Mama and almost chuckled at her dilated eyes and baffled expression.

"Goodnight, Mama. Take care, Tanzee." He fondled her head affectionately before he entered his room, after telling Mama that he made an order for them, and their food would arrive soon.

Tanzeel got stiffened in sentiment, Mama had to slowly drag her inside their room and entered the bathroom. She could still feel his warm hands on her body, the warm and tingles of his lips on her forehead. She shouldn't be feeling this, but why is she feeling all attached to him?