BK 2 chapter 17
I woke up groggily, I groaned tiredly, scrutinizing my eyes. The ray of light was too bright. The smell of disinfectant made my heart constrict.
I hated the smell of the hospital!.
I hated hospitals!.
They held too many unwanted memories.
But wait!.
Yusuf!.
Yusuf was alive!.
Where was he since all these years!.
My eyes sting with unshed tears. I felt turned and betrayed.
He left me.
He didn't want me.
Why couldn't he divorce me and tell me he wasn't doing it again?.
Why did he make me suffer so much?.
What have I done so wrong?.
I cried silently in my palms, my body trembling with different kinds of emotions.
I heard footsteps coming closer to me but I didn't raise my head. I wasn't ready to face the reality and truth that Yusuf was alive.
It must be a dream.
I must be hallucinating with all what was happening.
"Mom" I heard my boy's voice calling me out of my misery.
"Uhn?".
"Arrre youu crying," he asked softly, I knew he wasn't the only one in the room.
"No baby" I sniffed, "something entered mom's eyes" I hated lying to my boy. I raised my head up slowly, using the opportunity to quickly wipe any trace of tears away from my face. I knew my eyes would give away that I'd been crying because how red bloody shot it was and puffy.
"How are you feeling ma'am," he asked in his manly deep voice which made me freeze in my position.
My eyes brimmed with eyes, I bit my lips hard to stop it from trembling.
From wifey to ma'am.
From best friend to stranger.
It hurt so much, for the person you care and love should deny you.
It hurt to be rejected.
I heard my boy's voice in the background telling me he would be outside.
I stood on my shaking legs and went to him, holding my breath. I needed to know if he was real. That I wasn't imagining it.
I touched his face with my shaking hands before whispering out "Yusuf".
He held my hand away from his face gently, "ma'am, it is very nice to meet you at last. Your son said to do much about you but I'm sorry to meet you like this and by the way" he wrinkled his nose, "I'm not Yusuf ma'am" he smiled softly at me before he continued, "My name is Zubair that's why my pupils called me captain Z".
My broken heart broke into millions of pieces. I wailed loudly, hitting him on his chest.
Where was he since all these executing years of pains?
He hurt me.
He is not Zubair!.
He is lying!.
He is my Yusuf!.
I must be going crazy!.
Yusuf died, he was announced dead at the hospital then why was he standing here?
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