I Love You, for the sake of Allah

Chapter 21

Wrapping her scarf around her head, Mifra carefully took out her Qur'an from cupboard. She turned her head to glance at her sleeping granny when she noiselessly closed the cupboard, trying not to disturb Ayesha.

Sitting beside her sleeping form, she started reciting Sureh Rahman after Sureh Fatiha.

Nearly 24 hours ago, Mifra saw her granny falling unconscious whilst her nose started to bleed. For a minute, she thought she lost her Nani. Her heart was in her throat then, she was shivering, screaming her to Nani to respond. She doesn't know how she collected herself and called an ambulance, which arrived within a few minutes. Those few minutes were the toughest minutes to Mifra's life. Ayesha looked like a dead person.

When they reached the hospital and doctors checked on her, Mifra was informed that it was extremely high blood pressure which caused the severe headache, unconsciousness and nose bleeding.

Mifra thanked Allah subhanawata'la millions of times for saving for Grandma, though the doctors warned her to be careful or it may cause stroke if Ayesha keep stressing out.

She was kept under observation throughout the night and in the morning, she was discharged. Mifra barely ate anything in that while, her tears not ready to stop and fears taking ugly turns.

Ayesha and Mifra barely talked. Neither Ayesha remind her granddaughter why she suffered this nor Mifra accepted the fact that it was all lead by her stubbornness, which caused them both this misery.

In fact, Mifra is even more adamant on not leaving her granny all alone now. And Ayesha knows it quite well.

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Haziq looked up from his laptop screen, hearing a knock on his cabin door. His legs on the coffee table and laptop on his lap, as he sat leaning comfortably on the sofa.

"Assalamualaikum, Dad" he smiled, quickly pulling his legs back and placing the laptop on table, along the file he was referring.

"Walaikumassalam, Haziq. Let's go home. It's time" Haroon walked in, smiling at his son.

"Err.." Haziq checked his watch and spoke, "You leave, Dad. I'd like to complete this before leaving"

"Complete it at home" Haroon suggested, peeping to his the screen to know what his son is working on.

"No, Dad. I've some plans after Isha Salaah. I need to get done with this" Haziq resumed his work.

Haroon read his face for a couple of seconds. The changes in him are quite obvious since a month. Besides, he was waiting for him to let them know about the girl he hinted. But Haziq was not at all bringing it up.

Sighing, Haroon took a seat across him.

"Is there anything you wish to tell me, Haziq?" He couldn't help asking.

Haziq, who was too much into typing, stilled for a second and looked up, confused.

"About?"

"You know better" Haroon shrugged.

Haziq understood what his father is hinting at and it made him gulp involuntarily.

"No, Dad. There's nothing" her shook his head in negative, his eyes glueing to the screen once again.

"Are you sure?" Haroon gave him another chance. If there's anything Haziq is having trouble with, be it about the girl he was talking or about work, his father was there to listen to him. But Haziq did not think so. "Yeah" he affirmed, not meeting his eyes.

With a frown, Haroon nodded in understanding. If his son needs some space, he's not going to invade it.

Once Haroon was gone, Haziq rest his head on the headrest of the sofa and shut his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. He doesn't know why it's still hurting when he accepted the fact that she's not the one for him, when he repented to his creator for bearing feelings for a non-mehram and when he's trying to move on.