Chapter 32 21: Hot Chocolate And A Kiss

Fareeda threw her head back and laughed before she looked at Nana that was already shivering with fear. "Nana, can you please quickly make a hot chocolate for me? I'm suddenly craving for that now." That was the only way to get Nana out of the room and after she had walked outside, Fareeda locked the door and turned to look at Ummah. "You want to take hot chocolate? It s been long you take something that's good, right? Being married to the gateman shouldn't have been that tough for you, aren't you a billionaire s daughter? Why don't you sponsor the house yourself?" Ummah asked arrogantly but Fareeda ignored all she had said, because she wouldn t have to waste this amazing opportunity. "Don t you think we have an unfinished business, Ummah? Both you and I know that I'll never forgive that without retaliating, and if I'd tell you the truth, it s among the reasons why I came here today." She forcefully pulled out a cable from Nana s TV set and folded it to make it thicker. "Some might say you re my mother and I shouldn't speak back to you, but only you and I know what you take me as. And for beating me that day, I'm sorry but I can t forgive you, and also the lie you ve told to Alhaji. Finally, a day to get the grudge out of my chest." Before Ummah was able to wrap her hands around what was happening, Fareeda had already started beating her as her eyes turned bloodshot when she remembered what had happened on that day. She didn't care that this woman was married to take care of her, but instead, no one had tortured her in a way this woman did. Alhaji scarred her soul, but this woman made it impossible for her soul to ever grow. She kept beating her and as much as Ummah wanted to get away from her or even have a hold of the cable, Fareeda was so fast and flexible that she made everything hard for her to the point that the only resort Ummah had was to keep screaming for someone to come to her rescue. As Fareeda beat her with her eyes blinded with hatred and rage, all she had was a slideshow of the kind of life she lived in the hands of this woman. She knew the help would come, but she prayed that before it came, she had thought her the most painful and unforgettable lesson of her life. .... "Fareeda! Open this door right now!" She heard his voice from the door and Fareeda knew it would come to this. The way Ummah kept screaming as though she had a knife on her throat wasn t something the whole people of the house will ignore like that. She looked at Ummah and a slow satisfied smile graced her lips. She went to the door, opened it and her gaze fell on a furious Mujaheed that was staring down at the cable of her hands while Nana stood by his side holding the hot chocolate with a frightened expression on her face. She smiled innocently and collected the mug from her hand, "Thank you for this, Nana. I'll take my leave now." Her body softly shuddered from the glaring look Mujaheed kept flashing her. Mujaheed turned to look at Ummah after she had left and ducked his head down softly, "I mean...I don t even know what to say, I'm so sorry Hajia on her behalf, please forgive her." He knew she wouldn t reply him and he fondled Nana s head before he furiously walked back to his chamber. He met Fareeda seated casually on a sofa as though she hadn t done a grievous work today, he wondered what was wrong with Fareeda. He knew he couldn t be like that, he had a ver dangerous temper but he would never beat his father s wife. "Faree-" she didn t let him to finish her name when she immediately dropped the mug on the side table and stood up to him with a feign frown on her face. "Mujaheed please, that woman is the real monster not me. Didn t you see what she has done to me the other day? She came there and beat me and when Alhaji came, she told him I was the one that beat her, so I couldn t let what I would ve enjoyed doing be wasted. She started it first." She raised her hands up with palms out as a gesture of peace. Mujaheed stared at how puppy her eyes looked and shook his head while he took his wrist in her. He guided them to the sofa and sat down before he shook his head, "Still, you shouldn t have done that, Fareeda. I know she hasn t been the kind of mother you wanted from the start but that didn t change the fact that she's your father s wife, okay? You committed a grievous crime and I wouldn t be there to save you when Alhaji comes back, you re all on your own." She pouted while she stared at him with a feign hurtful expression, "So you ll let Alhaji grind me alive, Mujaheed? That s so unlike you. You used to me my knight in shining armor, always where I want you to be while you call my name 'Fareeda! , and I'd be saved like magic. You really can t do this to me, will you?" Subconsciously, her hands cupped the side of his face while she stared into his eyes. "You ll always save me, won t you?" She asked with a voice she wasn t aware of where she got it from. Aware of her hands on the side of his face and also the look he was sure she didn t know she was flashing at him, Mujaheed felt his heart shrunk. Because staying with Fareeda over the months have been both hell and heaven. There were times when controlling himself was the hardest thing he could do. There were times while she slept beside him and crossed over those boundaries she set making a pillow with either his chest or his hand, Mujaheed wished they could just leave like a normal couple. He cleared his throat and she tried to jack her hand off his face but he placed his hand over hers while he stared into her eyes, she quickly took her eyes off him. She didn t know how that happened, she wouldn t have done that to him. She understood desire when she saw one, and she was afraid to believe that it was the real emotion she was seeing in Mujaheed s eyes. "You know I'll always save you, Fareeda, always." He spoke with a voice that wasn t really his and she nodded her head, eager for him to let go of her hand so that she can finally run off from this scene. She didn t like what she was feeling in her heart, no man had ever stirred her emotions this way but him, and that too in a broad daylight. "I know." She managed a smile and it looked shrunken, "I ll have to go and take a nap now, don't you have a gate to guard?" She asked and tried to slip her hand from his hold but when he took their hands off his face, he held them tightly. She followed her hand that was in his hold and wished he would just vanish, she hated feeling what she was feeling right now. "Your father doesn t want me to get worked up, he has hired security personnels from a private company, I have little to no job to do now. We can stay here for the rest of today if you ll want it. Should we?" He lifted a brow at her and for Fareeda to be freed from this body contact with him, she immediately nodded her head. She snatched her hand away and stood up with the mug in her hand, "I'll go and reheat this, it has turned cold and I won t be able to enjoy it." Unfortunately, he followed her to the kitchen while he asked. "Is that the reason why you beat your mother, Fareeda?" He asked, pointing at the mug in her hand. "Because I know Hajia wouldn t let you have that without stirring any trouble." She poured it into the coffee maker she met and wondered what he used it for, he hated coffee. Maybe his tea when he was too lazy to lit up a fire? She turned to look at him with her hands on akimbo and sighed exasperatedly, "I don t know what s wrong with that woman, really. Isn t the whole house my father s? How can she say because I'm married to a gateman I couldn t have a hot chocolate anymore?" She hissed angrily looked up at the canters filled with food items in the kitchen. "I'm sure with the food items here, I'd find everything I need, and even if you don t have it, you can get it for me. But how dare her say it s because I'm married..." Her words became guttural as she felt his hands wrapped around her, hugging her from behind, she froze. And that was when it all dawned on her. She knew she had always wanted to give Ummah a medicine of her own, but she was sure that wasn t what prompted her to beat her today, it was the statement she made as Fareeda can clearly remember her words. So when Mujaheed asked, "What did she say?" Despite being deeply affected by his touch, she placed her hands on his that were wrapped around her waist and scoffed. "'You want to take hot chocolate? It s been long you take something that's good, right? Being married to the gateman shouldn't have been that tough for you, aren't you a billionaire s daughter? Why don't you sponsor the house yourself? That s what she said, of course I acted as if I haven t heard that, but I made sure she felt my anger on her body." She sighed dreamily and felt as Mujaheed turned her to face him, his hands taking over their place on her back. She lifted her eyes up and have them into his before she spoke with a whiny yet angry tone, "I wish I told her to come and see all this for herself, I don t have to look for anything, I mean...I don t even cook for all this to finish. And what s her concern whoever I got married to that she..." The unbelievable happened, the unexpected as Mujaheed leaned forward and merged their lips together, not giving her the chance to finish nitpicking about what Ummah had said. He felt as she silently gasped and firmly held his shoulder for support, as he had taken her off guard. She felt as heat rose to her whole body that she could practically tremble from the fire forming in her. She had her eyes clutched shut, afraid that if she opened them then this magical moment would only be a figment of her imagination. And she loved this imagination to be real, so real that she wished she could stay like this forever.