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Scarred For Life Chapter 50
*There should have been a ceremony. Adnan didn't bother to bring up the topic as they drove into the house. There should have been a ceremony where the bride's family would bring her to his house, and he would arrive afterwards with his friends in tow. Her friends would have stayed with her until he came, and they would have refused to let him see her until he paid them off. It was all tradition, and Adnan had planned it all out so meticulously in his head. But everything had gone downhill in an instant. He turned to glance at Afrah, and a stab shot through his heart when he saw the pain surrounding her. She was staring out the window, resting her chin on her palm which she had propped up on the door. Her breathing was slow, almost silent. The sight made him want to hurt someone. "Afrah?" She didn't reply. She seemed to have floated away from the car, leaving only her body there. He could guess where her mind truly was. Even after he parked the car in front of the house, she sti
Scarred For Life Chapter 51
* Zainab sighed as she stretched lazily in bed, pressing the phone to her ear. "I don't see what the problem is," she said. "There was a little stumble along the way, but everything is still under control." She paused momentarily before she spoke again. "I'm sure it's nothing," she said. "Whatever comes up, I'll handle it. Dealing with these people isn't exactly rocket science. Just leave everything to me.""And what if they start to look into the matter?" the person on the other side said, their voice laced with concern. "It was foolish of you to reveal your face to her." "Will you calm down for God's sake?" she groaned, punching her pillow to submission. "Afrah only saw my face for a few minutes. And besides, it's not like I'll be going over to their house for sleepovers. And I don't see her coming over to this house.""And why is that?" "I have my reasons," she grinned mischievously. "Anyway, are you still certain that there won't be any loose ends again?" "One hundred perce
Scarred For Life Chapter 52
*Afrah glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time, wincing when she saw the time. Less than two hours from now, the sun would have risen fully in the sky. And yet, the house was as silent as it had been several hours ago. Not exactly how she had expected her first night to go. Her unease was mounting with every aggravating tick of the clock as the seconds dragged on.Tick! Tick! Tick! She stood up wearily, heading down to the kitchen. It was a mind-numbing chore to sit around and wait for Adnan's return. He had told her not to worry. Surely that should be enough consolation for her. But then... Tick! Tick! Tick!Even here, she was ambushed by the sonorous ticking, which threatened to drive her insane. When he returned, she would talk to him about removing every single clock in the house. She busied herself in the kitchen, washing everything they'd used earlier while she hummed to herself dryly, trying to drown out the maddening sound. Tick! Tick! Tick!She was surprised to fi
Scarred For Life Chapter 53
* Amina was relentless. "I want to go home this instant," she said, while Ibrahim kept his hands on her shoulder with a solemn look in his eyes. "You cannot leave just yet," Afrah said, sitting at the foot of the bed. "The doctor says you aren't ready." "Why should I care what some amateur doctor thinks?" she spat, glaring at the IV hooked up to her. "I'm leaving, and all of you are welcome to try and stop me." "Amina," their mother said from the chair by the window, "if you move an inch from that bed, you'll have to answer to me." Amina narrowed her eyes defiantly as she looked up at her, meeting her mother's hardened gaze head on. Her adamance remained for only a few seconds however, as she finally bowed her head in defeat. "Isn't that better?" Ibrahim sighed, keeping his hands on her as she leaned back onto the propped up pillow behind her. "Don't start with me," she glowered at him. "I wouldn't dream of it," he said, a grin spreading across his lips. Amina bit her lip as
Scarred For Life Chapter 54
*According to the Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary, butterflies are defined as a nectar-feeding insect with two pairs of large, typically brightly coloured wings that are covered with microscopic scales. The definition was standard across most modern day dictionaries. For Afrah however, butterflies could be defined as the ghostly entities which fluttered within the confines of her stomach whenever she looked up to find Adnan staring at her. During such an occurrence, she would clamp down on her spoon and refuse to stare at him. The man was just too beautiful for his own well-being. The unease spread all the way to the tips of her fingers, and she desperately sought something - anything - to hide herself behind. "You're unusually quiet today," he said, lifting his spoon to his lips. Afrah tried not to notice the way they tugged into a lopsided grin. She tried, also, not to notice how pink they were. Or the way they moved from side to side after each spoonful. When he bit a piec
Scarred For Life Chapter 55
*720 hours later, Afrah had drawn up a schedule which detailed every single detail of how Adnan spent his day. 4:50am - Wakes up from sleep. 4:55am - Slides off the bed after staring at the wall for five minutes straight. 5:00am - Sneaks into Afrah's room and wakes her up for Fajr. 5:00:44am - Kisses Afrah on the forehead. 5:10am - Prays Fajr with Afrah behind him. 5:20am - Showers and gets ready for work.5:30am - Sits on the balcony and reads until the sun rises. 6:30am - Has breakfast with Afrah while holding her hand 7:00am - Stands on porch and kisses Afrah on the forehead again. Waves goodbye before leaving. 1:00pm - Calls Afrah to ask what she's up to. 4:00pm - Calls Afrah to ask if she wants him to get anything on his way back. 4:01pm - Asks if she's sure she doesn't want anything. 5:30pm - Drives into the house. 5:31pm - Opens the front door, says "Assalamu alaikum" before yelling "Marco!" 5:31:23pm - Smiles when Afrah replies "Polo!"5:32pm - Follows the sound
Scarred For Life Chapter 56
*Afrah almost moved into the new painting room. Almost. If it weren't for the fact that it was too far away from Adnan's room, she would have done so. But for now, her choice of where to sleep remained unchanged. Most days however, she would sit in the room, occasionally staring at the backyard for hours on end. It soon became her dining room/study/sanctuary. She had brought a few books into the room, and she read them usually with a cup of coffee beside her and a bowl of noodles. The view was great, and Adnan had started a small garden beside the wall, where he kept several potted plants whose names Afrah didn't know. He watered them everyday before leaving for work, and he instructed Aliyu - the new security guard they'd hired - to water them in the afternoons. Mostly though, Afrah stared at the blank canvases and the paint brushes. The first day after Adnan showed her the room, she had spent hours running her fingers over the brushes and smiling like a little girl. She picked
Scarred For Life Chapter 57
*They left on a Sunday, buoyant smiles on their faces and fingers interlaced throughout. Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport was fairly busy that day, and in the sea of ordinary humans, the two were soon lost. With the prospect of over twenty hours together, the journey seemed like it would be an aggravating one. But they enjoyed each other's company, and they had a four-hour layover in Istanbul so at least they wouldn't be crammed in the plane too long. "It's going to be cold in New York this time of year," Adnan told her the night before. "Keep a sweater at hand."Their packing had been minimal. Seeing as they would be spending the next few weeks traveling all around the world, it didn't make sense to pack so many clothes. Besides, the climates were much different and what might be perfect for one would become absolutely horrendous for another. Imagine wearing a coat in the Mediterranean. They would buy their clothes along the way. The decision had been made unanimously. Th
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