It has been three days. Yes, three whole days, I haven't seen Ashar. He didn't even come to annoy me or contact me after that day when I made him arrested. He didn't come to the agency. I'm in shock.
There was a product launching ceremony yesterday at his office. The same product, whose promotional strategy we are designing. Ashar wasn't there on his own product launching and the strangest thing was that his staff also didn't know his whereabouts. He was not seen by his office staff either.
Despite my futile efforts to not to get bothered by it, my head is flooded with pessimistic and bothersome questions like; did he give up already? What if he decided to leave Zoya with me forever? Did my fake complaint really affect him?
Although I'm grateful that in his absence I worked in peace and thought that he finally learnt his lesson, but now his sudden absence is making me feel apprehensive.
"Mommy, I want to talk to daddy." Zoya's voice disturbs my
Anger, horror and guilt pulse through my veins as soon as I storm inside the police headquarter. I move my eyes around and observe that no one in particular has paid attention to me or Zoya. All the constables are busy in their respective tasks. I put Zoya down from my arms and hold her hand.I amble forward and speak to the first policeman I encounter with. His eyes are glued to the computer screen in front. He's trying to stay awake, but his heavy eyelids are keep shutting down. Zoya stands beside me, observing her surroundings."There's a person inside the lockup named Ashar Hobsons. I filed the complaint against him." I begin speaking to get his attention."So?" He looks up at me with sleepy eyes."I want you to release him."He chuckles, "Come back tomorrow." He ruffles his buttercream blond hair lazily, "It's late.""Listen." I persist, "He has been in the lock up since three days on a false complaint. He is innocent."He rolls
For a second a wave of astonishment sweeps over Ashar's face, but he hides it quickly and composes himself, "I don't have new clothes."Those bruises on his face are distressing me. I want to know what happened to him in the lock up."You can ask your driver to bring fresh clothes for you." I shrug and head into the building without waiting for him.As I enter into my house, I instantly throw my phone on the couch and sprint towards the kitchen side to quickly cook something for him. I don't know if they had fed him in the prison or not. Even if they did, it would've surely made his stomach sick.Ten minutes pass and I finally see Zoya with her father enter into my house. Ashar has a large paper bag in his one hand, probably carrying his fresh clothes. His other hand is holding Zoya. He put her down on the floor. Zoya runs inside, takes my phone and sits on the couch. She has developed an obsession of playingJewel Maniain my phone. It's a game
When Zoya succumbs to sleep, I silently walk out of the room and see Ashar is sitting at the same chair, scrolling down his phone's screen.I walk to him and stand in front to get his attention. He looks up at me, placing his phone down on the table, "Did she sleep?""Why?"He lifts up his brows in confusion, rising on his feet."Why did you wait for me? Why you stayed in the lockup when you could come out of it?""Because," He rubs his temples, "I got angry on one of the cops because he kept provoking me so he got angrier and confiscated my phone and even locked me in a cell with real criminals to punish me.""What..." I trail off."I really had a horrible time there. You've no idea how impatiently I waited for you because you were the only one who knew where I could be." He exhales out a loud breath, "I'm tired now."I move my face to my side, trying to picture the scenarios that could have happen to him. Those criminals woul
I uncover my mouth and immediately move my butt on the floor. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment.I scratch the side of my forehead, avoiding his eyes, "Um... I...I was going to kitchen to get some water, but then I felt something on the floor and..."He moves his arms out of the quilt and says groggily, "And you fell on my legs, is that so?"I glance back at him with red face. Amusement sparkles in his sleepy eyes. His hairs are dishevelled. His eyes are not fully opened due to drowsiness, look endearing and very tempting. I close my eyes for a second and pull myself out from the senseless enticement."I'm sorry." I say in a low, hesitant voice, touching the strand of my hair.I give him a reason now to pull my leg and I can't even get angry on him because it's my fault."Why are you still awake?" He questions, furrowing his brows."No, I was sleeping. I was feeling thirsty all of a sudden so I just got out of the room." I say, bitin
A week later at my office, Derek and Laila are sitting with me on my desk to discuss the progress of Hobsons's assignment. Almost half of the work is finished and approved by Watson."The content is ready." Derek pronounces, looking at me."That's cool. It means the most difficult task is completed." I muse, nodding my head."Here is the list of all those companies who'll be interested in Hobson's gadget." Laila places the plastic file on my table.I'm about to grab that file, when I feel my phone begins vibrating in my jeans' pocket. I pull it out and see Ashar is calling. I exasperate, cut the call and put it back in my pocket.Since past week, I have been avoiding his calls. He tries to talk to me, but I shut him up through warnings and fury.I can't bear him anymore after his confessions. He can't just do as he pleases. First he annoys me to the highest level then expects me to go easy on him by listening to his mere sorrys."Let'
I remain astounded the whole time. I thought I was no more tied into that marriage, but now I just discovered that I was living in a misunderstanding. All those years I was in the same confused marriage situation with him. And what about those divorce documents? Why Ashar didn't sign on them?He was so impatient for the divorce. I gave him what he wanted, but he didn't accept it and I'm not sure about his reasons behind his refusal. God, my mind will explode soon.It's the weekend and I have decided to attend the Benicio's wedding anniversary party. I have planned to stay there only for an hour because of Zoya. I asked Carol to look after her and I will pick her up after the event.I thought it would be rude not to respond to Benicio's invitation. I reach to the address of party's venue after dropping Zoya at Carol's home. I look down to my knee-length, sea green, lace dress and straighten it. I bought this short-sleeved dress during summer sales. The fabric and
It's not easy. It's not easy to forget my dreadful past and start over. I'm scared, but seeing Ashar like this being generous and sugary has weakened me to be angry on him, to push him away, to tell him to stop his sweet torture on me. And the hurt I observe on his face every time I taunt him or reject him leaves me ashamed, especially when he do not react to my temperament and deal with me patiently, as if he understands my inner battles and fears, as if he can now finally understand my suffering. His love confession took me to another world and forced me to sink deep into the feeling that's once again has erupted in me. But I'm not an impulsive and foolish teenager anymore so I won't take any decision thoughtlessly this time. I'm scared to fall in love again. I'm not certain if I would be able to survive another heartbreak or not. I'm not even sure if I want to try this marriage or not. Ashar and I are worlds apart and what he did to me back then, how
Five hours later I hear that voice, the voice I was longing to hear."Sanaya? Why are you sitting on the floor?" Ashar sits beside me and touches my shoulder.Hearing his comforting voice, make me burst into tears once again, increasing my guilt. I don't deserve to be Zoya mother. I don't deserve to be a mother at all when I don't know how to look after a child."You're giving me creeps." He sounds scared, sitting on his knees, "Tell me, please.""I'm not a good Mom." I sob, burying my face in my palms.He holds my hand, "Look at me."I turn my face in his direction. He looks frightened and exhausted. He also would have felt devastated after hearing the panicky news.He opens his mouth to say further, but stops when he sees doctor passes by. He leaves my hand, stands up and swiftly blocks the doctor's path."Are you treating my daughter? Her name is Zoya."I don't look at them, just hear their conversation. I hug my knee