CHAPTER FOUR:SORRY

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them.

Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be.  She could only get the basic things like please and thank you.

"What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

To use a word to define him, she will definitely go for romantic. Since the day he told her about his love for her, he has been nothing but caring and romantic toward her.

With a smile plastered on her face, she turned facing his hard chest. " About a guy who stole my heart and doesn't want to return it"  She confessed.

He lets out a hearty laugh."I think I know this guy but he did it for a reason." He told her and as a result of that, she cuddled more into his arms. They felt just like home.

"You know you are kinda heavy, right?" Hussain jabbered hugging her tight. He knew she would try to escape from his cuddle because of what he said.

But rather, she ignored him. This is a moment she will love to see each and every day, which she does  but it always feels like a piece is missing.

Hussain's rang phone and she passed it to him since she was holding it. " Oh my God, I really forgot. We will be there soon " He said into the phone.

"I totally forgot about meeting a friend at the Acropolis Museum and he wants to meet you for the first time" Hussain informed her.

She could only give him a nods, she moved to her box to pick a simple dress while hussain has already matched to the bathroom.

It only took both of them thirty minutes to get ready. " I heard that Hassan stays here. Why don't we go see him? He is your brother and my brother in-law"  She quizzed playing with his hair as he tried to comb it down.

She knew her husband holds a grudge on his twin brother and he doesn't have to the intention of letting it go.

His expression changed, this is not the time to talk about a traitor. Hassan betrayed his trust back then and people wants him to forgive, even his wife.

" Why don't you go and see him since he is your father"He snarled removing her hands from his hair.  " Are you coming or not? " He asked holding the door.

Nafisa badly wants to stay back and console herself but she had to follow and see the beautiful Acropolis Museum.  She did nothing wrong, she was only trying to get him back with his brother. Brothers are meant to be a piece

She followed him to the taxi he asked the English tour guide to get. She bumped her on his chest but he didn't even look her way.

Through the ride to the library, hussain said nothing to her." Well I caused this on myself. I should have let them settle their selves. " She whispered to herself, unknown to her Hussain heard her.

" Yes, you should have hold your opinion to yourself and this all would have not happen" Hussain chastised.  " I am sorry" she apologized.

He ignored her as they arrived at the museum. They walked through the air conditioner museum,a hissed escaped nafisa's lips, she have brought a jacket and now she is going to freeze to death.

She heard the best time to visit the museum is in the evening when the hot burning sun in the city is down.

" Hussain, it has been a long time since I have seen you. Was it five years ago?" A man dressed in casual said as he pulled Hussain in for a manly hug. " And this must be our wife" he added making sure to quote  Our wife.

" Yes, she is. Umar meet my wife, Nafisa and baby see my friend that I have been telling you about" Hussain introduced acting as if they didn't have a fight earlier.

"Nice to finally see you Umar" She smiled. At least, hussain is acting nice to her again. That's all she wants, her normal Hussain not the grumpy one.

"Same here. Let move inside, a friend is waiting for us" Umar said nervously.  They followed behind him to a secluded area.

A figure stood in front of a painting, checking out the work. His broad back stood firm with his hand touching the art of work.

Umar nervously cleared his throat and the figure turned. It was a little bit surprising for Nafisa to see him there but to Hussain, he knew something like this would happen.

"I knew it, you would bring this traitor and try to settle things. I just knew it but I couldn't pin point it out" Hussain yelled earning looks from the people beside them.

"This is not how to talk to your twin brother, someone you have not seen for decades. At least, appreciate him, he wants to things right" Umar admitted.

Hassan felt remorse for what he did back then, and  he tried to get to Hussain but he kept pushing him out. It was Umar's plan to get him to museum so that they will sort it out like the mature adult they are.

Umar signaled Nafisa to leave them there while they take a stroll in the museum, checking the art works. " Are you sure they won't kill each other?" Nafisa questioned worriedly.

She knew her husband and what he is capable of doing,hitting someone is an easy task to him and he will never feel remorse. " Don't worry, Hassan will never allow that. He is actually the soft version while your husband is the hard version." He chuckled.

"I pray so" She silently prayed, hoping nothing bad would happen.