Chapter 27: Chapter 27

She had her bathe, and her hair had been dangling on her shoulders untangled. She didn't know why she was feeling refreshed and unbothered anymore. Was it because of the talk they had with Sadeeq? She was sure that helped a lot.

She unplugged her phone from the charger and sat on her bed. She checked her notifications and felt like not replying to any congratulatory message her classmates had sent to her. How did they even know? She was sure Reema was behind it all. And she would give that stupid girl a dose of her own.

Daada felt the urge to call Daada, it had been days since she called him and heard his voice. And she was sure he was worried about her but just couldn't call because he didn't want to disturb her. She smiled and hit the dial button, staring down at the phone as Daada picked on the third ring.

"Ihsanuwa yar babanta, how are you doing?" Whenever Daada used this phrase, Ihsan knew he was in a good mood, and that was something beautiful to end a day with. Not that she had seem one of his worst moods apart from being adamant on getting her hitched with Sadeeq, her Daada was ever loving.

"Daada my sweetheart, Allah ya barmin kai." She chuckled in a sing song voice and swayed her head before she continued. "How are you Daada? You haven't even called me, you don't miss me right?" She feigned a hurt expression and pouted her lips as if he could see her through the phone.

"I'm so sorry Ihsan, I had been caught off with business and all, and I thought you were busy with your studies that's why. How are you now? No stomach ache? Headache or any sort of pain?" She can call Daada a hundred times a day, and he would ask her these questions a hundred times too. She had even stopped complaining.

"Nothing nothing. We had bought the car today, I had fun at Aspire park, you need to see that place Daada, it would be the best environment for our night dates!" She squealed and remembered Daada taking her out on dates. Whenever she cane home complaining about one of her friends gisting them unendingly about her boyfriend, their hangouts and all; Daada would take her on an expensive date that night.

He chuckled, so hard she heard the reverberations of his chest deep into the core of her heart. She loved this man more than anything and everything she had ever loved and would ever love in her life. He's everything she could ever ask for.

"No more dates, Ihsan. I've got my date here, and your husband too, you don't want me glared at by your jealous husband, would you?" She heard the jesting and daring tone of her Daada, and she choose to play along, feeling back for keeping such a secret from Daada. He had always loved what she loved, but he wasn't her same Daada whenever it came to Sadeeq.

"Where's my forever crying queenress! Does that even count as a word, Daada?" She laughed hard, but whenever she was in a good mood, she called Maama as a Queenress, saying she was more than a queen-she had to rule the whole empire of queens.

"I'm here my princessress!" They laughed together, and Ihsan had the best night since their flight landed in the city of doha. She had never missed home like she missed it now, just to see Maama's calm and serene look and Daada's loving face, she could pay with her life.

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She woke up with a smile on her face, turning to the other side of her bed, her eyes flew open and she abruptly sat on the bed. This wasn't her bed! And she could remember asking Daada to recite the sleeping supplications for her like he used to, her head snuggled into her pillow and she asked them to gist her as mother nature took her to dreamland.

What was this? How would she woke up and find herself in the midst of Sadeeq's bed with his duvet clung to her chest. And she roamed around her body and it wasn't there! Her pink nighty wasn't there! She wore it before turning into her bed, because she was happy she had a memorable phone call with her parent, and all she had on her body was...her purple bra and light blue bum short!

Sadeeq must be nuts! He must be insane! What was she supposed to call this in the hands of law? What?! If looks could melt, the furnitures adorning his room should've long melted into liquids.

She was about to move to end of the bed when the bathroom's door opened and he came out in all his grace. A towel wrapped around his waist and the smaller one hung over his neck. He looked... like a yummy breakfast for someone whom slept on an empty stomach.

She shouldn't drool over his appearance while she had a case to file. "What is this, Sadeeq!" She yelled, still clutching his duvet to her chest as if that would block his eyes from seeing what he had in the serene darkness of Qatar.

"What is what? You were just sleeping, you woke up and have to get ready for the lectures you have in the next two hours to come. Yalla." He acted as if he didn't realize what she meant, how panic was evident on the layers of her eyes, the anger, confusion and fear.

"Get a hold of your idiotic self! You know what I mean! How would I sleep in my room and wake up here? Not that, where is my pink nighty? How in the whole world would you take off my nighty in the middle of the night? Snuggle me into your room, lay me on your bed, wrap me up into your duvet. Sadeeq Abbakar Argungun, what have you done to me while I was asleep?"

She had her eyes clenched shut, not being able to open them and see his reaction while he told her what would surely break her heart into shards. How she rambled all that in one breath while calculating all the things she was accused him of doing using her long slender finger was something worth taking a portrait of.

He chuckled and moved towards his dresser, casually applying his lotion on his delicate skin. "Oh that? It wasn't a big deal. I went to make sure you have eaten your dinner and you held my hand and couldn't let me go; you were asleep by the way. I lifted you up and found out you were drenched in sweat because your windows were locked and you have neither fan nor ac on; a very good girl.

So I took off your favorite nighty and brought you here, so you could peacefully sleep together with your heartthrob and stop dreaming of him." He winked at her through the mirror, and the look on Ihsan's face, Sadeeq hoped his phone was close by, because man! That plummeting beating of her heart was a sight to behold.

She held her chest in a panicky and dramatic way, "No you didn't do that! What has gotten into you?!" She clamored, feeling as if all the veins and pulses of her body had been abruptly stopped and she had to wait for an affirmation of restarting from the guy smirking to her through the mirror of his room.

"Oh dear, I did."

Here it came again, she was more disgusted and infuriated of him. "Have you?..." she let her words trailed off, because she couldn't think of a way of asking him if he had seen her inner wears without looking as the dumbest girl in the world. Because girl, she slept on his bed together with him, and right now; she had his blanket wrapped over her chest.

He walked towards his wardrobe and began looking for his clothes while he answered her, casually, yet again. "You need not to worry, I've only seen your purple almost lacy bra, your light blue bum short and a peeking baby pink pant, who does that weird combination by the way? Thanks for putting up that bum short, I wouldn't have been sane till now."

She shrieked and ducked her face into the blanket, "I'm sooo going to kill you right here, Sadeeq Abbakar Argungun! This is so mad and idiotic of you! How dare you!" She was so angry that she had gotten down the bed and was in front of him while ranting unending insults on him.

She opened her eyes that turned into angry slits and groaned! He had his eyes fixed on her again. "Won't you even apologize? Sadeeq wallahi you don't want to see the worst side of Zainab Ibrahim Karaye!" She bellowed, but what he uttered made her wanted the ground to close her up and she would be dug up after a decade.

"You look so eatable standing before me in your purple almost lacy bra, light blue bum short and a peeking baby pink pant, eyes turned into angry slits as you rant insults on me. Come, let me give you a hug." She had her head bombarded with different feeling and her heart hijacked by different emotions. It was a bare hug, his chest bare, devoid of a singlet or shirt, and her; a hug from a lady with the purple almost lacy bra.