Chapter 24: Chapter 24

Sadeeq cooked for them, because she said she was no more going to any restaurant and all Ihsan did was to sit on the kitchen island and watched him; ranting insults on him whenever he made a mistake of turning around to take a glimpse of her. She would scrunch up her face and shoo him back to the pot with an insult like 'Idiot, look back!' Whilst playing with her bare legs that were dangling on the table.

He placed their plates on the table and she hopped down from the table and sat on a chair, smiling widely at how the aroma hit her. She dived into her plate without even a thank you or a gesture that would make him know that she appreciated him. Looking up from her plate, Ihsan saw that Sadeeq hadn't tasted a spoon of his plate and stopped eating with her spoon midway.

"Why aren't you eating? You keep looking at me as if I'm a walking zombie with those eyes of yours. Please eat your food and spare my life." She groaned and motioned for his plate with her hand before diving into her plate again; dismissively.

"I'm not eating again, in-fact; I'm not hungry anymore." Sadeeq spoke in a whining tone and folded his arms across his chest, he wanted her to realize what she didn't say and utter it now.

Ihsan placed down her spoon and looked at him, pouting her lips at the same time. "Wallahi I told Daada this, having me hooked with a boy wouldn't help a thing, now he's acting as if I'm his mother. Would you stop pouting those annoying lips of yours and eat this food then we leave or not?" Her voice was annoyed and she glared at him; rolling her eyes and ducked into her plate again.

"What do you think of yourself? It's because of me that your incomplete hemoglobin hasn't dashed out yet, and these frail fingers of yours wouldn't have gotten the chance of holding the spoon right in the middle of your fingers. Thank me, you idiot, you would've been in Al Ahli hospital, with a drip hanged on your wrist!" He didn't know why he was annoyed, the fact that she looked eatable herself or the fact that she rolled her eyes at him with any chance she got?

She placed down the spoon, gulped down the orange juice he made and placed down her hands on the table-she rolled her eyes at him again.

"One more eyeroll, and wallahi Ihsan I'll make you have that stupid lips of yours meshed with mine and my hands wrapped around your waist-the sync would force you to brush your hands through my hair, and today I'll make sure I force out a moan through that lips of yours instead of an insult!" He thundered and startled her at the process that she had to stand up completely and looked at him with mouth slightly agape.

"What was that, Sadeeq? You startled me, you idiot!" She began rolling her eyes and stopped when he started walking towards her, his eyes fixed on her lips.

"Sadeeq dan Allah I'm sorry, I can't handle that lips of yours on mine anymore without spewing what I just ate now. Wait, who even gave you the effrontery to kiss me? Didn't I told you we're just one year gap partners? Sadeeq mind yourself fah!" She stopped midway from her running position and placed her hands at akimbo, glaring at him-trying so hard to stop her eyes from rolling themselves, because sometimes she didn't know they roll.

"Whatever it is you want to say, say; just know that I'd prove my words right if you roll your eyes again. You can't come and start jumbling up my mind all of a sudden!" He was now very close to her, intimately close that Ihsan had to step back a little.

"Is it your eyes? And how does my eye roll jumbles your mind? This boy, what are you thinking in that stupid and childish brain of yours? This way you're eyeing me as if I'm the plate of food you left uneaten scares me." With each step she took backward, Sadeeq followed her until she had her back clasped with the kitchen wall, and she gulped.

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking in this stupid and childish brain of mine that I stare at you as if you're my uneaten plate of food?" He asked, this time through gritted teeth. Sadeeq didn't realize the impact she had on him until now, how she ats, how her face looked when she savored in the taste of his food, how she rolled her eyes-that was what set him ablaze.

"Sadeeq, let go of me, or else I'm going to call Abbu wallahi. What are you doing? Your eyes are even red, they were milky and your orbs were their usual amber colour. What happened to you?" She was silently shaking, for he now had his hands pinning her both sides to the wall, and his face was intensely placed inches to hers.

He looked away and recollected some breath before he looked at her, "You! Yes, you happened to me Ihsan. If you don't want my eyes turning red, or me hovering over you like this, or me asking for a simple kiss that would make your first cooked indomie burnt-stop wearing clothes like this." He traced his hands down to her waist line and brushed his fingers on the either sides of her hips-she inhaled deeply.

"You have no right to tell me the clothes to wear, Sadeeq. Take your hands off me, we're going out remember? Take a bath and even sleep if you want, these your eyes are scaring me." She tried pushing him off her but he slumped his head on her shoulders and wrapped his hands around her, hugging her tightly. This was the first time he had ever hugged the complete of her, having her chest pressed on his, and Sadeeq felt as she silently hugged him back.

She tried getting them out of the kitchen when he pulled her in again "Stay still, please." He begged, his head now deepened onto her neck and she abided, thinking that he might be sick.

It took them almost five minutes before Sadeeq reluctantly broke their hug, he looked into her scared eyes and smiled fleetingly, "I want to sleep, let's go." He held her wrist and tried walking them out of the kitchen when she held them back.

"I'm scared of you, what just happened? Besides, I'm not sleepy and I have clothes to unpack." She held her eyes from rolling this time, because she thought there was something in her eyes that made him sick that's why he didn't want her to roll.

"Let's go and help you unpack then, I know Daada always does that when you travel." And he practically dragged her out of the kitchen before they silently walked to her room.

He let go of her wrist and walked towards her bed, where her trolleys were all open and clothes were thrown higgledy piggledy on the bed. He sighed and looked at her, and she pouted her lips with a shoulder shrug.

"Let's get your abayas set in the wardrobe then your kimonos then jeans then your shirts and veils and finally...your lingeries." He hesitated saying the last part, knowing she would surely insult or roll her eyes, and she did-rolled her eyes perfectly he almost lost his balance.

"Ihsan!" He warned and she apologetically looked at him.

"Oh sorry, didn't know my eyes would make someone sick, you should get used to it though." She shrugged her shoulders again and walked towards him beside the bed, lifting up a pink night dress from her trolley.

"I so much love this nighty, I wear it whenever I'm feeling happy-but I don't think I'll ever wear it here until I'm back home." She shrugged off her shoulders again and moved towards her big trolley that had her abayas in it.

He was looking at her all this while that she talked and moved around the room, taking this off the trolley, putting it on the bed-handing it to him so he could take it to the wardrobe and her chuckles whenever she told him the history of a shirt, abaya, nightgown or her heap of jeans.

"I almost forgot about these two ankaras Maama added in my clothes, saying someday I might feel all traditional and wear them, but I don't think that day would come." She was lifting the headgears of the ankaras and admiring the patterns on each of the ankaras. They had their veils neatly stacked beside them, Maama's work.

"You might use them soon, and they actually look more lovely on you than these jeans that makes you look like a pencil," Sadeeq commented, this was the first time he talked after what happened in the kitchen, he only laughed or chuckled when she talked.

"Oh thank god you've finally said a good sentence, though it's an insult but it's better than that annoying grin you kept flashing me." She was truly glad he had finally talked, for she missed hearing his annoying voice and how an insult rolled off his tongue, and how his lips curved? Ya Rabb! She loved his lips.