Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Sadeeq palmed his forehead and hissed, he wasn't into the mood of running after a skeletal figure now. But knowimg clearly how Ihsan could be, he grunted in annoyance and ran after her, avowing to make her learn the hard way? That even if someone ask her to snatch something away from him, she would never dare.

"Ihsan! Come back here with my ice cream, and don't you dare lick a spoon!" He warned, speeding off to her room, for he was sure that would only be her escape route.

He came to the door and found it locked, but he could hear Ihsan's chuckles from inside the room and sound of her moaning over the sweetness of his ice cream, it's been long since she had the privilege of licking an ice cream.

"Ihsan, open this door!" He yelled and banged his fist on the wooden door. He was seething with rage, and if given the chance, he will surely strangle her throat.

"I won't open the door till I'm done. You can go and eat the veggies you were so inconsiderable about!" She yelled back and scooped a spoonful to her mouth, closing her eyes as the taste lingered in her ears.

He banged the door louder than he did the first time, he was getting exhausted and sleepy with each passing minute. They just arrived an hour ago, wouldn't she act like a good girl and give in to whatever it is she clearly knew he would deal with her about?

He cleared his throat and leaned on the door, "Ihsan, you should stop eating that ice cream, it's not good for your health, Daada wouldn't be happy if he hears about it," his voice was surprisingly soft, though he did it so she could open the door and let him in, finally giving him the chance to deal with her stubborn skull.

"Sadeeq please, as you can see, I'm enjoying myself. So shoo!" She yelled in an annoyed voice and leaned back onto the bed head. Today being her worst day surprisingly turned to her best. She had ice cream since what seemed like forever.

"Okay. I'll let you have the ice cream, but only if you let me enter the room and we will have it together. Deal?" He sounded impatient, he was really craving for an ice cream, and that's why he ordered even before they landed.

She placed the jar on the bed side drawer and walked towards the door. "No insults, no wrist grips, nothing nothing?" She asked, for she got suspicious on how Sadeeq sounded.

"I promise, just open the door before it melts," he answered. And with a click, the door creaked ajar. Ihsan moved aside and gave way for him, his eyes landing on the now half eaten jar of his ice cream. He flashed her a glare and walked over the bed and she followed him in a bit speed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and began licking the ice cream without flashing her a look, she kept looking at him and was contemplating on wether to snatch away again or ask him in a polite way. She knew if she snatched it away again, nothing could stop Sadeeq from dealing with her.

"Sadeeq, you promised we will have it together," she spoke softly, eyeing the jar with hungry eyes, she wasn't satisfied yet.

"Did I insult you? Grip your wrist? No! So I've fulfilled my promise then. Go out and eat your veggies." From then, he flashed her a no nonsense look and yawed his gaze from her puppy eyed face.

She held his hand that was on its way to his mouth and scooped the ice cream in her mouth. She flashed him a puppy face and he couldn't say no to those mirthy orbs. They ended up feeding each other with the ice cream, their eyes would sometimes lock, making an unfathomable feeling in their hearts to flow.

"I want to have some rest, eat something heavy before you sleep, Ihsan." With that, he wished her goodnight and walked to his room. Ihsan looked at his retreating back and slumped on her bed also, not minding his warning of her eating those annoying veggies.

It was 2 in the morning, and she began breathing painfully, her chest paining and joints also. She knew it was the price of that Ice cream she was paying. She thought it wasn't something serious, until she got scared that she would die, breathing with so much aplomb.

She stood up and supported herself with the wall and walked out of the room, tears rolling out of her eyes. Bad it been she was at home, Maama would've been in her room by now, but no! This boy that was supposed to look after her was there sleeping his head off, while she was just some inches away from her grave.

She knocked on his door and slumped on the floor, for she could feel as if her legs and hands were being diced my some sort of a sword or something painful. She didn't hear his answer, nor the shufflings of someone walking to the door.

She knocked on the door harder with her fragile hands and burst into tears, feeling how the cold of the marbled floor was seeping slowly into her body, and she knew it meant another series of pain.

"Sadeeq! You idiot! I'm going to die and you're sleeping like a cobra, won't you come and open the door for me?" She half yelled, her voice strained with tears and pain.

She kept knocking but there was still no sign of Sadeeq and she had no choice but to lay down completely on the floor, the cold floor had already filled her fragile bones and all of her was hurting and paining. She was crying silently, wrapping her arms around her body as she closed her eyes to welcome the excruciating pain of her stomach.

Sadeeq felt some whimpers in his sleep, he first thought he was dreaming, but the sounds of teeth clattering and shiverings woke him up. He looked around his room and he was the only one. Hissing slowly and dipping his head back on his pillow, his mind thought about Ihsan, and he jerked awake and walked to the door, almost stumbling on her almost lifeless figure.

"Ihsan!" He shouted with his sleepy voice and scooped her into his arms before walking to the room. It was as cold as a mountain in a snowy fall. He turned on the room heater and placed her on his bed, drawing the duvet over her shoulders, she was still shivering.

"Ihsan, what happened?" He knew it was stupid of him to ask, she was sick obviously.

"I'm..sic..k you..I..diot..," she clattered in a heavy breath and closed her eyes. Tears rolling down beside her eyes, soaking his pillow. She hardly cried when she's sick, for it made her Daada more worried than he actually was. But today, she had to cry, because there wasn't anyone to take care of her but a baby that needed to be taken care of, himself.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry Ihsan, you should've called me before it got to this point. Where are your medicines?" He asked instead, ignoring what she called him, that would be the case of another day. She would surely pay for calling him an idiot.

"They're on the front zipper of my hand lugagge, and I need something creamy, like a custard would do." She quivered and snuggled more onto Sadeeq's pillow, surprisingly; the scent of his perfume on the pillow became the sweetest scent she had ever perceived in her life.

He stood up and looked at her, as if contemplating wether she would be safe if he let her alone. "I'd be back in some minutes, don't pass out on me, atleast wait till it's morning. You can even die if you want." He didn't wait for her answer, as he hurriedly decamped out of the room, he knew she wouldn't take it easy on him; she might even call Abbu.

He came back to the room with a steaming cup of custard and her medicines box in his other hand. He placed down the medicines and helped her sat upright before he thrusted her the cup of the custard.

Ihsan scrunched up her face and let out more tears-"I can't even move a finger, Sadeeq. You warned me not to pass out on you, I'd have given in to oblivion by now, but I kept fighting for you." She was now crying hysterically, coming to the fact that this would be how she'll make his life a living hell.

"Must you cry? Just say Sadeeq I want you to feed me, that's all." He didn't wait for her reply as he dived the spoon into her mouth, and that's how he fed her with a triumphant smile on her sick face.