Amina
"Who..." his words suddenly trailed off followed by his knitted brows. "What a surprise I'm meeting with this morning. Am I seeing things here?" I find myself passing him a glare.
"No, you're hearing things. Are you surprised that I'm bringing your food today?" I asked crooking my head sideways. He folded his arms across his chest, stepping out of the door and took the food flask. His hands brushing mine on the way. I would be lying if I say I didn't feel electricity that penetrates down my spin by the mere touch. This is bad. My mind tells me. It's inappropriate for me to come to another man's room who is not my Muharram.
It seems like he didn't feel the same shock I felt seeing how his face didn't show any reaction of such whereas, I feel like my heart is about to explode out of its ribcage.
"Um... I think I will get going" I began breaking the small silence that resonates within us. His eyes snapped towards me together with his one brows raised. "I hope you have eaten yours?" he asked. For some reason, I felt my heart rises up by his little gesture of inquiring if I've eaten. I didn't answer instead I shake my head in negative.
For a split second, I saw something which could be labeled as worry in his face but for what? What exactly is he worried about? His next word snapped me out of the trance.
"You shouldn't skip your meals, Miss Amina. It's not good for your health" He let out in a hushed voice.
"And who says I skip meals? I don't joke when it comes to my tummy" I countered placing my palms down my tummy. A smile graced through his face showing his side dimple. I cannot deny the fact that I like his dimples.
"Okay if you said so. I also don't joke around with my meals. Thanks for it though"
"My pleasure. I will be on my way now" Before I could walk away, he halted me.
"Do you need anything?" I asked as I waited for him to speak up. He scratched the back of his head.
"Are you free later?" I raised my brows in question trying to grab what he meant. A sigh made it way out of his lips before he ushered out again. "Don't get me wrong. I was thinking maybe we will catch up like yesterday since we both don't have work."
"Why? Aren't you supposed to pick the boss from the office?
"No, he said he would be stopping by somewhere with his brother. So he's going in his car that got me a rest day. Splendid right?" I meekly let out a smile.
"That's great. See you later then"
"Sure"
**
It was around 4 pm when the Azhan for Asr prayers was called. I folded the prayer mat and set it in its rightful place just then my phone vibrate from the bed where I kept it. Checking who the call or message is from, I saw it was from Sadiq telling me he's at the lounge, the same place we sat yesterday. My mind wandered off to the morning event when his hands glazed mine. Why am I still thinking about it? I know he didn't even notice the small gesture. Pushing the thought off my head, I wore my hijab then sprinted out of the room. Just as I was about to descend down the stairs, I bumped or rather met with Ahmad who was also climbing up. No matter how I tried, my mind seems to bring back the event that occurred between us and I think he felt the tension as his eyes were staring at anything but me.
"Good day" I greeted making my way passed him but what, he blocked my way by placing his hands on the wall.
"Is that the way to respect your boss?" was the word that he uttered. What does he mean by respect? Didn't my greeting mean anything to him? By Allah, the man is tempting me.
"I greeted you ai," I said In a straight face. I have to show him I'm not afraid of him.
"Are you cold because of what happened back then?" I find myself turning around by his words. He thinks I'm cold? Then he hasn't seen the real side of me.
"I'm not cold. I'm just trying not to be comfortable with my boss" I stated with a serious face. The left of his lips curved up in a smile.
"Really? Then who says you have to be comfortable with me?"
"I hope you didn't forget about our meeting back at my state. Your family didn't know about it. And I cannot ignore the fact that you lied to them about it. What exactly are you hiding? what is your motive for busy my Moi-Moi? Does that has to do with my stay here? because I don't understand a thing here" To be honest, that event had been on my mind ever since. I need to push him into telling me his reason for lying to his family about it.
He crossed his arms with the smirk still on his lips. "And please stop smirking at me. It makes me more suspicious of you."
"You mean you're suspicious of me? About what?" he bombards getting to a serious composure. And it's now my turn to smirk.
"That will be revealed soon if you decide to tell me your own reason first. So the choice is left for you" I didn't wait to hear his response as I let out a smile and ambled away.
I sighted Sadiq on the lounge sitting handsomely. Wait did I just say handsome. Something must be wrong with my head. I trekked towards him but it seems he didn't notice my presence seeing as he didn't show any expression. Much to my curiosity, his words revamped to my eardrum.
"No need to come up with a plan. I already know you were standing there" A hiss escaped me as I slumped beside him passing him a glare.
"You should've played a little bit more. You have no fun."
"Sometimes you will catch sight of me staring into space but my mind is actually noticing the things around me"
"That's great. So what should we talk about today"
"Anything. But you are the one to talk since I was the one who did most of the talking yesterday" My mouth was left open as I stared at him. What does he possibly want me to talk about?
"By the way, I want to show you my sister's picture. Here" he handed me the phone. The picture of a beautiful girl surfaces. She looks young almost the same age as me maybe. Her face was held in a smile. She was holding a teddy bear to her chest.
"Masha Allah. You have a beautiful sister" I said still staring at the picture.
"I know right. Beautiful but troublesome" My eyes were still admiring the picture when a message suddenly popped up
I have done research on him and you're right, all of it seems planned.
Since it was a pop-up message, I find myself tapping the screen.
It might not be what she really thinks. So call me back ASAP. I will...
Before I could finish reading the rest, the phone was being snatched away and none other than Sadiq himself.
"What..." I couldn't finish what I was about to say and he sprinted away. What just happened? Could it be there's more to Sadiq than I thought?