Bound To You

Chapter 31: The Morning

The next time I woke up, I noticed my surrounding was not as dark as before. The torch on the phone lighted the room a little. My hair was messy and as I moved my head a bit, I noticed somebody beside me, lying just beside me, a few inches away, and was looking at me.

I looked to the person and it turned out to be none other than Omar. Memories from last night flooded in my brain.

Last night Omar was having a panic attack and then I consoled him. He looked much better now. In fact, he seamed to be in much better mood.

I watched Omar as he was looking at me and then I saw him putting his fingers close to my hair and pulling out a feather from my hair.

And for the second time, I saw him smiling. He smiled and softly whispered, "Good morning, Yumna."

I froze. I couldn't believe what I saw. Omar, just smiled at me? And that too the second time?

But I had to admit, Omar did looked handso . . . I mean nice, when he smiled.

I smiled back. "Good morning, Omar," I whispered as I noticed him leaning near me.

Omar didn't say anything. Instead, his hand ran through my hair and then he took a strand of hair and tugged it behind my ear. "Last night . . ." He paused as he looked at me. " . . . I am so-o-o-rr-y-y . . . For the trouble . . ."

I smiled.

Omar still sucked at saying sorry but I was glad he was at least showing some emotions. It's hard to act around him when he showed no emotions.

Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. Omar and I quickly jumped to sit on the bed.

I began to brush the cotton and feather away from me. "What time is it?" I asked.

"5:00 am," he answered. "Prayer is in an half and hour."

I nodded.

We heard the knock again.

Omar got off the bed and went near the door and opened it. The door opened revealing Yumna who was putting her hands on her eyes, covering them.

I looked at her from the bed in the door way, confusingly as I was sitting on the bed. Omar was confused as well.

"What's this new drama, Emily?" he asked.

"I hope you and Yumna aren't doing anything inappropriate-" she was going to say much more when Omar grabbed her ear and twist it. "Ouch!" she cried as she put her hands away from her face and tried to break free from Omar's hand in her ear.

"Did I heard something that I shouldn't be hearing, Emily?" He asked as he didn't let go of her ear.

Emily began to storm her feet like a child. "But Omar, you guys are married and it's okay to look like you have a rough ni-"

Omar twisted her ear again.

"Ouch! Shit!" Emily cried as she pushed Omar away and rubbed her ear. "Gosh! That hurts."

Omar raised his eyebrows. "I did it so lightly."

Emily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right," she said as she looked around the room and looked shocked.

I wouldn't blame her.

The room was in a mess. The candles were melted. The balloons, let's say when yesterday Omar and I were fighting, we popped the balloons as well. The whole bed was covered with junks of cottons and feather.

She looked horrified.

"OMG! WHAT THE HECK?!" She yelled out loudly.

Omar ignored her and went to is closet to grab some clothes.

"What the heck happened here?" She asked as she examined all the decorations which were ruined.

"Our wedding night, what else?" Omar answered her as he went to the washroom.

"I don't think this is what people do in their wedding night," she mumbled.

She looked at me and then jumped on the bed where I was and hugged me. "Yumna! What the heck happened here?" She began to cry, fakely.

I didn't know hot to answer her so I patted her back.

"I did all the decorations in this room," she said as she broke free from the hug and looked at me. She held my hand and cried.

"I am sorry, Emily. I didn't know-"

"I took literally 1 day to do it!" She exclaimed, sobbing. "Which means, I spend 24 hours in doing the decorations! Its . . . 86400 seconds, you know!"

She kept sobbing to the point I wasn't sure if she was actually crying or faking it.

I kept rubbing her hands to try to make her calm down.

"I thought that you guys can finally get together and then . . ." Suddenly, out of blue, she stopped crying and looked at me, excitedly. "Did you guys, you know . . ."

I gasped. "What?! NO EMILY!" I yelled in embarrassment before she even finished her sentence. I didn't know what was more embarrassing that getting ask about my own wedding night from my own friend and sister-in-law.

She looked disappointed. "What? But I though . . ." She started her fake crying again. " . . . I thought we are going to get a baby in this house soon . . ."

"Hell no! Omar and I are both in highschool . . ."

She didn't even let me finish. "Ohh!" She grabbed my hand in excitement. "So, that means after the high school, Omar and you are going to pop out babies?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. How could she say it so bluntly? Didn't she had any shame?

"Yumna, listen, you got go pop out twins after we finish high school, okay?" She asked.

I was too shocked to even reply. "T-twins?"

"Actually, no. Twins are old fashion these days. Maybe, like try popping out triplets!"

"What?!"

"Or, what am I saying? We have to make record. Maybe you should have quintuplets!"

"Quint-what?!"

"Aw! It's going to look so cute seeing five little babies running around. We will make legacy in our family name-"

I put my hands on her mouth before she could say anything more. "Please, shut up," I said. "I am not a breeding machine, Emily."

Emily laughed. She laughed as she looked around the room and suddenly her eyes landed on something.

She froze for a few minutes. "Omar didn't had his pills yesterday?" She asked as she walked on her four legs and went near the bed stand where we saw a glass of water and a bottle of medicine.

I didn't even noticed the bottle there yesterday. Maybe the candles were too dim.

Moreover, I had no idea that Omar took medications.

I nest near her and saw her examined the bottle of pills. She sighed. "Idiot Omar!"

"Omar has medicines?" I asked.

"Well, just sleeping pills," she answered as she sat on the bed comfortably.

"Sleeping pills?" I was confused. Why would a 20 year old guy need sleeping pills?

"Well, Omar has dream anxiety disorder . . ."