TANZEEL

Chapter 25

"This coffee maker made me fell in love with you." Tanzeel heard his voice from behind, and it startled the living daylights out of her. She immediately turned, eyes bulged out like a saucers and their orbs coalesced. He had been trying to have an eye contact with her since the night he confessed his love to her, but Tanzeel had been such a stubborn lady that couldn't even stare at his feet not to talk of his eyes.

She groaned internally and yawed her gaze away from his face. She turned to leave the kitchen when Mu'ammar held her wrist and turned her back. "Why are you hell bent on hiding what really is in your mind, Tanzeel? Why wouldn't you tell me the actual truth lying depths beneath your soul? I could see it through your eyes!" Not that he has met lots of girls, but he has never met a girl as stubborn and strong headed as Tanzeel. She keeps to her words, and he knew whatever emotional talk he's going to feed her with, she will never listen to him.

"Let go of me, and there isn't any truth you're claiming about. The truth is and will always be, I don't love you Ammar, and would never do!" She spatted out and turned away from his scorching look that could set her heart ablaze if she keeps staring.

He chuckled, and Tanzeel looked up to see what he's chuckling for, and she found his eyes glued on her face. "You know what the cutest thing is? You still couldn't call me Mu'ammar, and that means the heart that nicknamed me is still in love with me. Stop denying your heart what it wants just because you want to feed your ego, sometimes the ego itself wants to step down and watch the movie of destiny."

"You're exceeding your limits, Mu'ammar Ibrahim Mahmoud, let go of my wrist, I need to pack all the things I came here with. I want to go home." She had been trying to get out of his hold but couldn't, and she knows trying to get that by force would only worsen the situation and make her more infuriated that she really is.

"But this is home, Tanzeel!" He argued, feeling as if she had poured a hot sizzling oil on his heart.

"This isn't home, because I once lived here with a monster like you. If only you would excuse me please." She rolled her eyes at him and tried getting out of his hold but all her attempts proved futile.

"Okay okay, I'm going to rest my case, after I prove a point though." He smirked, knowing fully what he has in mind.

"What the hell..." before she could finish her sentence, Mu'ammar had merged their lips into a sync he knew Tanzeel wouldn't ignore without reciprocating the kiss back. And she did that, having her hands roaming into the black bush of his hair, and as silently as it could_a moan escaped out of her lips.

He smiled through their meshed lips, and the kiss intensified. He doesn't know the amount of love he has for this lady that luckily became his wife, what hurts more was that he wants her and there is absolutely nothing he can do now. Tanzeel wouldn't let him hear a word out of it if he did what his mind is telling him to. He wants to lift her up into a bridal position and take her to his room, and then he would quench his desire. But he knew not to try that with her.

Dr. Falmata entered the house to urge them to be fast when she saw the position they're in, and how hungrily they seemed to kiss eachother. She knew her Mama didn't thought of Mu'ammar before they suggested he should marry Tanzeel, because they all knew he's in love, and he isn't anyone in the eyes of Tanzeel but an uncle so nice to live with her while she needs a therapy.

Silently, she prowled out of the house feeling guilty all over. She knocked on the door as hard as she could "Mu'ammar I'm tired of waiting here, and an emergency comes up at the hospital. I think you have to use the other car and drive you guys home. Bye!" She yelled and walked off before Tanzeel could even object.

Mu'ammar fixed his eyes on the door and a smile escaped his lips. He's still clenching Tanzeel tight to his body, and her head resting on his broad chest. "Let's go and help you park." He knew Dr. Falmata left on purpose, may be they've seen them and decided to give them time for themselves. He couldn't thank this woman enough.

She doesn't argued, rather; she peeled herself off his body and began walking towards the stairs. She entered her room and closed the door from behind, slumping on the floor. She looked around the room and could remember every second of memory they spent with Mu'ammar. That bed held something gigantic to both their lives, she glanced over the bathroom door that was slightly ajar, left it like that. She could remember the day he washed her hair and that day they spoke of nothing and everything.

Her inner subconscious scolded her and she stood up with a determined and stronger expression. She walked towards her trolleys and packed everything. The clothes she hanged in the wardrobe and the ones she left on her bed. She entered the bathroom and packed her toiletries as well. Having everything set in her trolleys, she looked at the door and was about to it when Mu'ammar turned the door knob and entered.

Their eyes met, messages were transferred to the heart, and their bodies reacted. He walked towards her and put his hands on both her shoulder, looking directly into her eyes. "Tanzeel are you sure about this? Are you sure you don't want to see me in your life?" He asked, though he know what her answer would be, but he still prays even if it's a lie, she would lie to him and say no.

Her eyes are unshaken on his, looking at him directly without feeling any sense of remorse of nervousness. "Yes Mu'ammar, I've never been sure about something like I am about this. I want you out of my life completely, and I don't ever want to see you again. You should try and go back to where you came from today please, I don't want anything that has to do with you. I'm okay all by myself."

Her words were a droplets of fire dripping directly onto his soul, he clenched his eyes shot and let the words seep down into him before he locked them to a place he would never think of visiting again.

"That means you can't see me again, you can't hear my voice or feel my hug. Who would hug and kiss you when you're down? Does this mean you aren't going to miss ma Tanzeel?" He knew he was taking the risk of breaking his heart again, but he doesn't want to leave without trying even once to keep her.

"Yes Mu'ammar. I consoled myself even before you came into the picture, and I could do that now. And about missing you, I'm sorry but I don't miss people anymore. You're in my life? Fine. Out of it? I'd act like you're dead. So No, Mu'ammar Ibrahim Mahmoud, Tanzeel Ahmad Sahaq isn't going to miss you."

He was stiffed, her words had taken him off guard and hurt him more than anything ever said to him hurt. He was staring at her with an expression that shows how tongue tied and his inability to speak. She looked at him over again and walked towards her trolleys. She held the two of them with her hands and strolled them towards the door.

"When you're ready to leave, I'd be downstairs." She uttered with an unaffected voice and walked out of the room together with her trolleys.

It took Mu'ammar minutes before he finally set himself and looked at the room once again and walked out. He met her at the living room, as she kept gulping down cups after cups of water as if to calm herself down.

"Let's leave." To talk itself was taking a toll on him, he wants nothing but to lie down and feel the heartbeat of his heart and let her words sink in perfectly.

They locked the house and Tanzeel noticed how he was trudging towards the car as hard as his heart beats. She walked towards him and collected the key "You aren't in the right position to drive, I'd do that." A rueful smile escaped her lips and she briskly masked it away.

She opened the trunk and he loaded her trolleys together with his small traveling bag, he took just seven clothes out of his clothes so she couldn't suspect that he wasn't going to leave the house too, let she knows the house is his and he's her husband.
 

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