Chapter 42 26: B

"I heard that the only way that you can repay back your loved ones is to live a good life. So, Ya Fareeda, despite the mistakes you ve done, don t forget to live a good life and be happy. Deal?" She lifted her pinky and Fareeda nodded her head before she sealed their promised and a crackly chuckle escaped her lips. They walked to the chamber and when Nana knocked, he was seated in the living room, his head rooted in his thoughts. He opened the door for them and didn t spare Fareeda a glance until they came into the living room and sat down. He tried to smile at Nana but she new a fake smile when she saw one. "Nana, don t you have school, what are you doing here? You should be asleep now, shouldn t you?" She nodded her head with a smile, "Abba have already taken an excuse for me from school, he wants me to take care of Ya Fareeda for a week. She doesn t eat anymore, and he know I'm the only one that makes her eat. So, get ready to be seeing me around more often." She immediately smacked her lips softly, "Opps, I shouldn't have said that out loud, but you all should forget that I've said it." Mujaheed chuckled, but he wanted to make a comment about Fareeda not eating. No, he didn t want to do that, she could die for all he cared, and just because she didn t eat her food shouldn t bother him. "I'll go and warm the food I brought, Ya Mujaheed. I told you to put it into the warmer since I brought it here, have you?" She didn t wait for his answer as she had already disappeared into the kitchen. Fareeda stiltedly looked around the living room and a home coming feeling filled her heart. This felt like home, like a place she would love to stay in forever. She wondered how she was able to feel that, because she had never gave any place a place to be a home to her in her heart. But surprisingly, the gateman s chamber in her father s mansion that given her that feeling when she had lived in the mansion for all the years of her life and she had never felt this connection with it before. "I'm not hearing you talking! Ya Mujaheed, you promised me!" Nana called out from the kitchen and Mujaheed wanted nothing but to go inside and break the bones she had on her body. When she came to bring the food to his chamber, she cornered him and made him promised to her that he wouldn t be malicious toward Fareeda, she told him that all she spent doing today was crying that he should console her and spoke to her. He had to promise her, because he had never met someone that could be as persistent as Nana was. "I have something to do, Nana. I might not be back until you ve left, but if you d want to sleep here, you re welcome." He left the living room without glancing her way and Fareeda followed his retreating back with a forlorn look. She wanted to cry, but she didn t want Nana to feel bad and start asking her about the reason she was crying. Nana rushed to the living room holding the tray in her hand as she looked around then back at the door, "He left, didn t he? Ya Mujaheed has broken his promise and he d have to pay for it." She rolled her eyes annoyed and placed the tray in front of Fareeda before she smiled soothingly at her. "You should please eat something, Ya Fareeda. I know you don t have the appetite to eat but at least your body organs are still alive and they still need food to function well. It s your tongue s fault that you don t have an appetite but you shouldn t punish those innocent organs with hunger." "Nana..." Fareeda tried to argue with her but she immediately shook her head. "Please, Ya Fareeda. When two stubborn people meet, it s so hard to make them soften. You re the woman here, you should soften a bit, and your softness might make him come around." And with the look Nana fixed on her face, Fareeda had no other choice but to do what she wanted her to do. ... Mujaheed walked back into the chamber silently praying that Nana had left because he knew if she didn t, there would be fire on the mountain. She would have to do all it took to force him to do what he didn t intend to do. His eyes scanned the room and he found only Fareeda seated on the carpet with her back resting on the sofa and her knees brought up to her chest. As he looked harder, she had dozed off, resting her head on her knees. He stared at the nylon on his hand and internally cursed himself. His eyes caught her foot and he was certain she didn t even try to clean it today. She might be infected if he let her stay this way and so he went over to where she sat and pulled the leg to himself. She immediately opened her eyes and was about to speak when he looked up, which turned her words back into her chest. She tried to take her leg away from him and he looked up at her again. "You have to stay still," he said and she knew better than to keep on being stubborn. With eyes keen on his face, Fareeda watched as he unwrapped the bandage and he began to clean the wound. She screamed as the first droplet of the spirit hit her raw wounded flesh and when he looked up at her, she pulled back all that she wanted to say and tears began to spill out of her eyes. She had always been a lachrymose, especially in moment where her heart hurt the most. He ignored her whimpers and cleaned the wound before he bandaged it again and unwrapped two pills from the pills he had brought. He poured her some water from the jug on the table and handed them to her. "I'm okay..."she managed to utter. How in the world would she tell this man that she hated medicines and the only way to make her take them was if she was certain about dying if she hadn t. And right now, she knew her wound would never kill her. She might get infected, for sure, but there was no way she would die over such a wound. If she hadn t died because of the pain in her heart, she knew she wouldn t die because of this. "I don't have the time to waste here, it s either you take it or I'll force it down your throat, okay?" He said firmly and her hands shook as she collected it from him. She wasted almost five minutes before she was able to gulp them down to her throat and she immediately stood up to run to the kitchen but he held her wrist and threw her on the sofa. "What do you think you re doing? Trying to go over the basin and throw everything out? Sit here, take more water until you ve fully taken those pills." His eyes were cold that when she looked into his eyes, she shivered a bit due to the coldness that had surged through her entire body. She collected the cup of water he was handing her while more tears pooled the brink of her eyes and gulped more of the water until like he wanted, she swallowed the water together. She looked up at him with tears running down her cheeks unchecked and slightly opened her mouth, "I ve swallowed them." She quivered, and Mujaheed took his eyes off her before he left for the room. She didn t know how she was sleepy, but she wanted to sleep. There were times when it became all messy in her life, all she wanted to do was sleep and run away from reality. You could call her a coward if you wanted, but that was the kind of person she was. Afraid of reality that had nothing to offer to her but an unbearable pain that she didn t what she would do with her life anymore. Shortly after, he came out holding a pillow with his blanket and something struck into her heart. She knew she didn t want him to sleep on the bed because she wanted anything to happen between them, but from the perception she looked at things, he was disgusted of her. Maybe he felt she was too dirty for him to sleep on the same bed as her. She gulped back her tears and acted as if she hand t realized what that meant. "Get in and sleep. And from now, I don t have to be telling you what you have to do because you re not a child, and even if you are one, I wouldn't care less." Can she please have someone to tell her that he or she cared? She knew Nana did, but that wasn t the acceptance she wanted. Because somehow, Fareeda felt that Nana was still a young girl that was why she could t realize the kind of person she was, and if she came to age and understood everything, she would have to hate her as well. She stood up and limped to the room, not wanting to make any wrong move that will make him utter something to her that will force her to stay awake for the rest of the night. She had thrown away her phone, she would have called Dr Aisha and spoke with her. She had never told her anything about her life or her father, but Fareeda believed that she would have told her about what she did and how Mujaheed was treating her. She didn't disregard his choice of punishment for her, she understood him. Whatever he did was justifiable because if she hadn t made the mistake of trusting the most heartbreaking person in her life, she wouldn't have gotten herself into the puddle of this mess that she didn t know how to get herself cleaned. She cried, but for a moment before she felt asleep on the edge of the bed with her glasses on and her hijab, she kept shivering due to the coldness of the AC without having he boy covered with a duvet. Mujaheed walked into the room to check what she was doing since she hadn t turn the lights off yet, and when he saw her curled into a fetus position on the edge of the bed with her hijab on and body bare to the cold, he hissed. She would never be responsible even for once. She might think that she was hated by her father and had a very rough life, but all he could see here is a spoilt brat that couldn't even take care of herself.