Chapter 25 16: B

"What are you doing?" She immediately asked, sitting upright. He looked askance at her before he pointed at the bed for her, "I m going to bed of course, what else does it look like I m doing?" She lifted her hand up to stop him already, she didn t want a fight this night, she wanted nothing but to sleep while relinquishing on the feelings Adam s words erupted from her heart, she didn't want any more problem now. "Please, I'm not interested in any sarcasm, Mujaheed. As you can see, I'm already on the bed, where do you want me to sleep?" She fixed back her glass and fixed a pointed look his way. "Did I ask you to sleep somewhere else? I'm just going to sleep on my bed, that's all." He made sure he emphasized on the word 'my bed and she immediately rolled her eyes at him. "I know it s your bed, you don t have to rub it on my face, okay? But..." She let her words trailed off before she softly palmed her forehead, "We can t sleep on the same bed, you know it." "I'm not trying to do anything to you, I'll stay on my side and you should stay on yours too. Unless you re already planning something in your mind..." He let his words trailed off while he enigmatically approached her and Fareeda shrilled silently. "Hey! I m not planning anything." She opened one of her closed eyes and saw that he was standing barely an inch away from her. "Can you please step back? You re suffocating me." He took a few steps back and stared directly at her face, "I won t do anything to you, Fareeda, I don t even have those kind of thoughts. Just peacefully go to sleep, I m not going to sleep in the living room, so drop all the excuses you re already building in your mind." With her eyes still closed, she felt the other side of the bed dipped and she wondered what the hell was wrong with this man! Had he always been this bold? Yes, she knew this wasn t the first time she was on the bed with a man, even though that man had always been Adam, she still found this frightening. Hell, she had done things much more than just sleeping beside a man yet she felt her heart racing rapidly against her ribcage. She immediately stepped down from the bed, went to the living room and packed all the throw pillows there before she came back to the room. Mujaheed slightly opened his eyes and he saw her making a barrier with all the throw pillows she had gathered and he sighed, would he ever see the end to her stubbornness? "What are you doing?" He softly asked, and she rolled her eyes before she answered him. The eye roll, he remembered. "What does it look like I'm doing? You should stay on your lane, I'll stay in mine." He lifted a brow and she ignored him while she kept working on arranging the pillows. "Here, this one will easily be thrown up, rearrange it." She came to closer to where he wanted her and the next thing she felt was a swift move of Mujaheed as he took off his glasses and turned the lights off. "Mujaheed! She shrieked, "What do you think you re doing?" The lights outside illuminated through the room and he could see her face, "What does it look like I'm doing? You should go to bed." Despite the way she was fighting, Mujaheed made her laid on the bed and he pulled the duvet to her chest, folded her glass and kept it beside her on the bedside drawer and went back to his side of the bed. "Muja..." "One more word, and I'll just be forced this night, Fareeda." She gulped down a lump in her throat and tightly held the duvet. One thing she was relieved of was he had brought out another duvet for himself, if not, she knew she would have been suffocated if they were to share the same duvet. ... He walked back into the room with the rosary in his hand while he supplicated. He found her curled up on the bed as she slept the way he left her before he went to the mosque. Well, maybe not exactly the way he left her. Because he would say he was both amused and surprised when he found her head resting on his shoulder when he woke up, and he knew even if he was going to tell this to her she would keep on arguing with him until they fight about it. Mujaheed softly shook his head and moved to the bed, "Fareeda," he called out, and she didn t move a flinch. He sat down beside her while he stared at her sleeping face, she looked so peaceful. She looked calm and innocent as well. Well, if he could be a little true to himself, he could say that she looked cute that he didn t want to wake her up if not she hadn t prayed. He tapped her shoulder, "Fareeda, you should wake up, okay? It s past praying time." She softly groaned and mumbled, "Will you please leave me alone? I'm so tired." "Fareeda, you have to wake up. I'm already back from the mosque. You can sleep all you want after you re done praying." "I'll do that when I wake up. Will you please leave me alone?" She mumbled softly and pulled the duvet up to her face. Mujaheed knew for sure being soft on this girl wouldn t yield a good thing, he might have to act a little tough on her. He pulled the duvet away from her body and seeing that her gown had lifted up as well, revealing her thighs, he quickly threw it over her body and groaned, pinching the bridge between his eyes. "Fareeda, you should wake up this minute or else I'll have no choice but to take you to the bathroom myself, okay?" He called out strictly and he saw as she squeezed her eyes. "Will you please let me sleep? You re really annoying me this morning, Mujaheed." She said through gritted teeth, not even making an attempt to wake up. "You ve left me with no choice then, because there s no way I'll let you sleep without praying, Fareeda." He leaned forward to where she was laying down and lifted her head into his hands, he fixed her glass on her and she sluggishly opened her eyes on his face. "Good morning," he voiced out softly, because seeing her eyes as fresh and soothing s they were after she woke up was the best thing he had ever seen in his whole life. She was still being held by him whence adjusted the glass and her lips naturally curled into a pout, "What is this, Mujaheed? I had a long day yesterday, won t you let me sleep, please?" She softly begged, her voice sounding as mellifluous as Mujaheed had always known it to be. But this morning voice was something he had never heard. He lifted her and she sat upright before he pulled his hands away from her, because holding her at the proximity might cause something he didn't want to happen in his life. "Stand up and go perform your ablution, the sky is already turning to blue, Fareeda. You want Allah to set your affairs right, don t you?" He asked, and she rolled her eyes lazily at him before she pulled her legs down, pulling her gown to cover up her thighs, he quickly took his eyes away. She didn t say anything to him as she walked to the bathroom and after she came out, she met him on the sofa as he read the Qur an silently in his mind. She quickly prayed, and all her thoughts were nothing but how she would go back to sleep, whatever was happening currently in her life could wait, couldn t it? "Wait, what are you doing?" He asked when he saw her taking her hijab off as she tried to hop back on the bed. She rolled her eyes at him, what did it look like she was going to do for Allah s sake? "I'm going to sleep, what else should I do? Watch you as you read the Qur an or what? Will you please take yourself out of my affairs and let me live my life, Mujaheed?" He asked, and Mujaheed just stared at her. She stood up, folded the hijab and the praying mat before she hopped on the bed and laid down, pulling up the duvet to her chest. Mujaheed shook his head, because he knew arguing with Fareeda will only worsen things and from what he was seeing now, there was no way she was going to do what he wanted her to do, he would just have to let things slide. He finished reading the Qur an and hopped back on the bed, smiled when he saw the barrier she had created between them. And when he stared at her face, she had a pout on her lips and her glass was still on her face. He lounged forward and placed his hands on her face to take it off, "What are you trying to do?!" She asked immediately and placed her hands on his wrists, opening her eyes widely. "Your glass, it s going to break while you sleep. It will inconvenient your sleep as well." He was close to her face while her round orbs fixed themselves at him with accusation. "This is among the reasons I told you to tell Alhaji that you aren t getting married to me. If it was Asma u, you wouldn t have to worry that she s going to break her glass or sleep on one." She rolled her eyes at him, the sting of his betrayal hurting her heart in a way she wanted nothing but to strangle him to death. He shook his head, "When did I ever tell you that this will tire me, Fareeda? I'd love to take off your glasses for the rest of my life. So now, do you want to sleep?" He asked, and she innocently shook her head. "Everything is back into my heart. Your betrayal, what Alhaji did, what Ummah did, everything. I want to go out on a walk, will you allow me to?" She asked, and when he checked the time, it was 5:49am. "I ll go with you, Alhaji wouldn't want me to let you out all alone on yourself. I promise not to intrude on your thoughts. But we will have to wait until it s 6 in the morning, that way the sky has cleared fully." She quickly sat upright, "I ll go and get ready then." He nodded his head and left the room for her. He sat down on one of the sofas in the living room and waited until she was out. In a tracksuit and a veil over her head, his jaws nearly dropped. The tracksuit hadn t fitted her but still, there was now way he was going to let her out on the wild while she looked like this.