Chapter 44: Chapter 44
They had their dinner together, Sadeeq feeding her before he ate. It was time to sleep, and it took them alot of arguments before Ihsan finally relented and let him laid beside her. She pulled the blanket with her frail hand and lay there silently. Sadeeq could see the way her heart beats, she was afraid, he knew. But of what? It's not as if he was even trying to make the babies today.
He chuckled and placed his left hand on her shoulder and squeezed it calmly. "Vardah, it's me, Sadeeq, not some other monster." He heard when she heaved a sigh out of relief and he lounged her to himself, hugging her.
They laid there for some minutes with Ihsan's head resting on his shoulder and his hand wrapped on her before she slowly moved and looked up at him. "Sadeeq," she called out, silently as though a whisper of the moon. And it made the skin pores on Sadeeq's neck to straighten.
"Umm...Vardah?" He answered and squeezed his hands on her waist. He prayed she wouldn't do anything or even voice another word out, he didn't think there is another way of controlling himself. With the chilly weather of Qatar, the room heater and more, the soft skin of Ihsan under her hospital attire are not helping him. It's slowly killing him.
"I want to ask you something." Like the clouds move slowly and majestically in sky, that was how her hands moved to his chest and her frail fingers began drawing some lines on his chest. He knew it, she was going to be the end of him.
"Yes, Vardah. What is it?" He placed his hand on hers, and she felt an electrocution that made her jerked her hand out but he didn't let go of her.
"Are you going to make fun of me? I know you so well, Sadeeq. Let's have a pinky promise." He chuckled, and she felt the reverberation his chest made through her cheeks.
"I don't even know what it is not to even make a pinky promise. But yeah, I love my wife now and she loves me too, no more making fun now. So, pinky promise." She held her pink finger and so did her, and they sealed it up.
"I wish or want or need; to kiss your kiss. Whichever one sounds convincing to you." Before he could assimilate his words, she ducked her head more into his chest, their pinkies still entwined.
He laid her back that she was now looking up at him and he rested his hand knee on his pillow looking at her. "Have they brushed your lips today?" He nibbled on his lower lip to avoid his own laughter from erupting.
"Sadeeq!" She wailed. "You promised not to make fun of me, just now. Okay I'm going to sleep now, and I won't talk to you ever again." She closed her eyelids and pretended as if having him hovering over her with those mysterious eyes staring hungrily at her was not ripping off her soul.
"You can't not talk to the father of your kids, you know? Do you want me to tell them how poorly you treated me before they came?" There was still a joking tone laced on his face, and he still had the power over his threatening laughter.
"I don't love the kids anymore. Stop talking to me."
"You have to open your eyes, look at me and tell me that you hate me and already hate my unborn kids."
Slowly, she began opening her eyes until she set them clearly on Sadeeq's face. She grimaced her face not to show him how affected she was with the situation they were in before she opened her mouth.
"I don't love...." and he sealed up their lips in a slow sync. She started struggling to get out of his hold but the moment he moaned in her lips, she lost it all. This was what she missed and was sick for. You can call it lip-sick if you may like. Whatever it is called, she missed his lips.
Slowly like the hands of clock, Sadeeq's parted his lips with hers and began showering her neck line with the soft kisses of his lips. It was getting intense, for the first time in their lives, he found his hand snaking into her hospital gown. Today, there was no purple almost lacy bra to hinder him from placing his hands on the forbidden fruits, what he had been wishing to do right from the day they got married.
His left hand cupped her left bust and they moaned at the same time. She lazily opened her eyes they had an eye contest while he played with what almost ended her life. It was getting to the point they both couldn't move to, and Ihsan already had her eyes closed. She felt as Sadeeq laid his head on her chest and he wrapped around his hands over her waist. With a huge sigh escaping from his lips, Ihsan knew his eyes are a crimson red, not just bloodshot anymore.
"Ih..sa..n," he called out with a slurry voice.
"Umm.."she whispered back, placing her hand on his back. She was too tired, too sick, and too whatever it is to feel anything now.
"I love you, I really do. Thank you."
"And I love you more, Sadeeq. Thank you also." He moved and planted a smooch on her cheeks before he laid his head back and it took almost an hour before sleep overtook their souls.
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Two weeks had passed in a blur, and the Doctors had never seen a girl as strong as she is. She had been responding to her treatments and that made her whole family happier than they had ever been in the last two weeks. It was only four days left to Eid-ul Adha and they were to leave to Nigeria today insha Allah.
She had been wheeled downstairs by the nurses on the wheelchair he bought for her. The paid the remaining bills left and they drove to the airport with one of his friends driving them there, he would take the car back to their house in jelaiah compound 1.
They boarded the plane and through their journey, Ihsan's head had been resting on Sadeeq's shoulder and their hands, entwined. They arrived at night and found all their four parents waiting at the arrival for them. Maama hugged Ihsan so tight she thought she couldn't breathe anymore and they made a mess of their cheeks.
When they arrived at their island, Sadeeq held Ihsan's wheelchair hands as though his life depended on them. Maama insisted she went together with Ihsan but seeing how Sadeeq was acting all protective and clingy, they had no choice but to let them be, together in Abbu's house. Not in Sadeeq's room anymore, in a chamber that was long not being occupied in the house.
He wheeled her into the room, and sat opposite her on the bed. She smacked his chest so hard and he yelped, she took him off guard.
"Vardah, that was painful!" He wailed and she stretched his cheeks with her frail hands, pouting at him.
"What you did there was shameful, Sadeeq. We went to Qatar all of us hating each other and begging them to call off the marriage, and now you're being all clingy and protective? It was so shameful that I couldn't look at none of them. Of all the tantrums I've thrown? And now I can't even object that I want to stay with Daada? How shameful?!"
He chuckled and kissed her softly. "That's only because you love me and you're eager to make your babies with me." He knew she would be shy, and she did; cupping her face with both palms.
"Did I ever mentioned about making babies with you again? Sadeeq you're too much of a boy to be talking about this. And I've changed my mind, I don't want the babies anymore." She wanted to add that she'd had enough of it, of him, not to even mention of making babies but she couldn't.
"You'll say that again, very soon."
"Sadeeq, Ummu that she won't accept any grandchild this year. I think it's better I go back to Daada's house if you're not certain about refraining yourself."
"Before the child is born, we'll be one year married. And the baby isn't even here to start, no processes taken and all. And refrain myself from what? Ihsan!"
She screamed so loud and Sadeeq laughed wholeheartedly. "Nothing, refrain yourself from talking to me. I want to have my bath and eat, I'm jet lagged." She was thought by the nurses how to take her bath herself, and no matter how Sadeeq would beg, she had never let him helped her, not even with stripping her clothes off. She didn't trust him to a saint.
"Can I come in? Who knows may be my baby would be planted today?!" He yelled to her from the door and she wanted the tiled floor to open up for her to enter.
"Ummu is standing right behind you! Shameless mumu!" She didn't know that, but she guessed right. Before Sadeeq could breathe, he heard a soft teasing knock on the crown of his head.
"Ummuuuu!" He cried and Ihsan chuckled silently.