Chapter 35 22: B

They got down on the carpet and Fareeda changed to the channel she wanted to watch and when he complained, she dismissed him with "You weren't even watching what was going on." They enjoyed eating on the carpet and until they were done, Fareeda began to apply the sellotape on her fingers while he watched her did it. "I ll apply it on my feet, hen you help me cover it with these nylons I've cut. I'll apply it to my left fingers, you ll do the same for me and when I'm done, apply it on my right hand, you have to be careful, Mujaheed." She said and he nodded his head, watching as she applied the henna while he tied the fingers for her. They shared little to few words together and all was said by Fareeda while Mujaheed watched her. He loved watching her speak her her speak, it felt therapeutic to him. Like she said to him, when she was done applying it to him, she handed him her right hand and grinned softly, "Mujaheed don t spoil my precious hand, please?" She begged and he laughed before he nodded his head at her. He fixed his eyes intently while he applied it for her, careful not to have it all around his hand as well. And while he did the work, Fareeda had her eyes on him. She noticed his brows, naturally arched in a way girls trimmed theirs to be. His eyes, with those long lashes she s kill to have. Everything about him looked calm, peaceful and handsome as well. But there was something about him, something she was still yet to decipher. Mujaheed didn t look like the person he was. She knew looks weren t determining what a person was, but one look at him she doubted if he was ever the man he claimed he was. There was an aura surrounding him, which when he spoke it splashed his charisma and what she had long long to be power. "You haven t told me your name yet." She voiced out in a blue, still angry at herself for not keeping her thoughts to herself. "What will my name do to you? Hand me that nylon," he arched a brow and pointed at the nylon. She handed the nylon at him and watched him tied it on the last finger left before he looked at her with a warm smile, and before she spoke to him, his phone rang. "Hello, Nana?" He said and put the phone on speaker, already cleaning the living room. "Ya Mujaheed, I've called Ya Fareeda but I think she s not close to her phone. Will you please hand the phone to her?" She said and Mujaheed sensed urgency in her voice, he wondered what happened again. "I'm hearing you, Nana. What happened? Is everything alright?" She asked, and they could all hear the frantic breathing of Nana. "Asma u is so angry, Ya Fareeda. She said she won t let what you did go scot free, Ummah is still crying in her room, I don't know what she s going to do." Fareeda hissed loudly and wondered what that foolish girl meant and who she wanted to threaten. "Don t let what they say or do threaten you Nana, okay? I'll always protect you and let that stupid girl, she wants to be admitted into a hospital I think." "Ya Fareeda..." Fareeda cut her of quickly. "Nana, don t be bothered please, okay? I know how to deal with their stupidity, I've been with them for more than the half years of my life, I know what they re thinking of." She said and brushed off the look Mujaheed flashed at her and ended the call. "This is what I've been warning you off, Fareeda." She chuckled and pouted her lips at him, giving him the best puppy eyes she could muster. "You promised to protect me, incase something bad will happen, didn t you?" He pinched her cheeks and spoke with a loving tone. "You should stop acting nonchalant and all cute when you want me to forgive you about on something." She giggled and hugged him, she didn t know he would realize that so soon. ? She kept displaying her hands at him to the point that the got tired of saying they looked beautiful and began to ignore her. "Mujaheed! It s so late and we re going to sleep now and you haven t told me that my henna looks beautiful." "Attention seeker," he muttered under his breath and her eyes bulged out as though a saucer. "Mujaheed!" She whined, "I'm now an attention seeker to you? That s fine, I ll get someone and show him my henna so he ll say it looks beautiful. Let me go to the officers out there by the gate." She was around the door when he pulled her backward and forced her to sit on the bed and he sat down beside her while he stifled his laughter. "You know that s not what I said, Fareeda. It s just you jumping to conclusion without hearing fully what I said..." She rolled her eyes, "It wasn t on your face-off you to say I saw it wrong, my ears are right incase you forgot." He couldn t stop his laughter, "That s not what I mean, Fareeda, and you know it. I've told you times without number that our henna looks so beautiful, I love it." He kissed her hands and looked up at her, "You re so beautiful as well. What more do I ned to say?" She stubbornly pouted her lips at him and he chuckled, "That I'm not an attention seeker." "You aren t an attention seeker, Fareeda. You can have all my time and I promise to treat you like the queen that you are." She finally smiled and relaxed under his touch. "Really? Then make me lay down on the bed, cover me with the duvet, supplicate for me and turn the lights off, this queen wants to sleep." He looked at the bed devoid of her barriers and smiled, "Your barriers, I need to make them first, right?" She turned to her side on the bed and smiled before she turned at him. "I don t think there s a need to, I trust you around me." She laughed at the pained expression he made. "But I don t trust myself though, what do we have to do?" He asked and she laughed again. "I want my pillow for today to be your chest, can this queen have what she wishes for?" "Fareeda!" He whined, and she thew her head back and laughed, "You re making it hard on me, you know it." "Come on, I'm sleepy, Mujaheed!" She giggled and pulled him toward her and Mujaheed knew it would only be a matter of a few days before he claimed his possession in Fareeda Kamal Sardauna. ... Mujaheed opened his eyes with a smile and when he didn t feel her on his body, he wondered what had happened. Maybe she had pulled to her side without knowing? Because he was aware of the way she slept. He turned his eyes to the other side of the bed and when he didn't see her there, he thought she was in the bathroom. But for than five minutes he sat on the bed but there wasn't any sign of life in the bathroom and he got there to check it for himself to see if she was inside, but he met an empty bathroom. What just happened? He went to the living room, kitchen but she wasn t there. Mujaheed could feel the tremble of his fist as he performed his ablution and walked to the mosque where he was certain he would meet Alhaji. During the last prostration, he prayed to Allah that whatever this meant, should be easy on him. Maybe she had went back to the mansion to deal with Asma u when she was certain he was asleep knowing so well that he wouldn t allow her to go if he was awake. All set of scenarios kept roaming through his mind until they were done praying and he moved to where Alhaji sat. "Good morning, Alhaji." He greeted with a soft and shaky smile and Alhaji shook hands with him. "Good morning, Mujaheed. I hope everything is alright? You look somewhat disturbed. It s Fareeda right? What has she done to you?" He asked and pulled himself up to sit properly so he could what his troublesome daughter had done. He quickly shook his head, "She hadn t done anything, Alhaji. I didn t see her when I wake up now so I thought maybe she s inside. If you ll please ask them to check if she s there." He scratched his nape and silently wished that Fareeda was in there, because if not there, where would Fareeda be? Alhaji immediately stood up, he knew Fareeda so well to know that just for her to cause trouble in the house, she wouldn t cut her sleep. She loved sleeping so much that she valued it more than lots of her valuable things in life. "Did something suspicious happened last night?" He asked, and as much as Mujaheed raked his brain, all he could remember was her smile, the sound of her laughter, her soft and delicate body on his and how her lips tasted which he couldn't tell Alhaji that, obviously. He shook his head instead, "Nothing happened that caught my attention, but they had a fight with Hajia and Asma u so I think maybe she has sneaked inside to do what she knows best." Causing trouble was what she knew best, that everyone knew about her. "I'll go and check for her myself." Alhaji briskly said and rushed back into the house, even though he had doubts in his mind about Fareeda being in the mansion. Mujaheed waited for him in the parking lot and when Alhaji walked toward him with a terrified expression on his face, he dreaded what would be his answer. "What happened? Is she inside?" He immediately asked and Alhaji reluctantly shook his head at him, as if he didn't want what he thought to be true. "She's not inside. I think she has left, with that idiot boyfriend of hers of course." Alhaji palmed his face and found a space to sit. He knew thinking about what what had happened could make him loose his temper and his blood pressure will rise. What had Fareeda done? Was this her way of making him pay for what he did to her? For getting her married to the gateman? Even though Mujaheed s heart had lost a bit when he heard that, but he held a stoic expression and shook his head. "I don t think she can leave with the guards at the gate and all." Could Fareeda really do this? Was it what she meant by what she had said and her submissiveness yesterday? He just couldn t wrap his hands around what Alhaji had just pointed out and he didn't believe what he thought to be real even though he knew there was a higher tendency of it being true.