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— H O O R —. . .Amid the silence, only the sound of the graphite in my grip rubbing against the plain sheet can be heard. My forehead hurts when by constantly frown at the screen. I keep massaging my forehead from time to time but the very next moment, I forget to keep myself neutral and end up frowning tightly at the sheet. Finally done, I groan and let go of the pencil. Paperwork is cruel. I grab my water bottle and take a sip when someone knocks at the door of my cabin. “Come in,” I say, taking another sip. The corner of my eye watches the door opening and not to my expectancy, Mr Hunt steps inside. “Mr Hunt?” I quickly get up, keeping the bottle down on the table. “Hey, don't bother yourself,” he says, smiling at me as he nears the table. I nearly roll my eyes. Well, nearly. I can't be disrespectful towards him for no reason. But he said I am pregnant. I try not to laugh at my own silly joke. “Good afternoon,” I say quietly, smiling at him. “Good afternoon.” He nods his
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— H O O R —. . .“Zahir!” I utter, tapping his bicep. “There's an ice cream parlor!” I tell him quickly before we are far away from it. “Huh? You want ice cream now?” He grumbles, still driving. “Yeah, so what? Come on, stop the car, Zahir!”“Hoor, it's raining outside. I don't want you to —”Guess what? It is going to take an argument for him to get agreed with me and I am ready to do it. Let's get ready, Hoor. “Zahir, nothing will happen to me. Now, I want the ice cream, and get me one.”“No, Hoor! Try to understand —”“No, Zahir, you try to understand!” I snap at him, taking him by surprise. He looks at me with those wide eyes, stopping the car right there. “Hoor?” He almost whispers, scared. I shut my mouth, pressing my lips tight and staring at him blankly. Giving me that confused and scared look, I know he is scared of me and now, he will bring me a cone or anything I desire. “Tum pregnant ho?” He asks instead, still confused. (Are you pregnant?)I stare at him amazed. W
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— H O O R —. . .Another meeting I have to attend. But the fact it is with Zahir, I am not going to make a fuss about it. I like being with him as I have told myself already and I think even if I am going to be tired after it, it is pleasant. The path is wide and serene. The spotless floor reflects the base of my sandals as I take long strides towards my husband's cabin. I am greeted by an employee on the way. Like always, I pass the person a small smile. I keep the file close to my side, my fingers gripping it tightly. My step falls upon the brightness spreading over the floor, entering through the glass walls of the building. It is like molten gold spreading over the shiny surface of the floor. How pretty it looks after the rain has fallen. I miss the smell of wet soil. I tug a strand of my hair behind my ear when my shoulder collides with someone and I stumble on my butt. My palms are pressed badly against the surface of the floor and my butts hurt. I hiss under my breath as
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— H O O R —. . .I had a hard time focusing on my work. All the while, I kept thinking about Zahir and Siya. He is gone with her and the woman with him has no trust of mine. The things that have been happening between us are a reminder of an alarm over and over again. I can't help but get worried about it time and time again. I think of Zahir almost all the time.However, I had to focus back on work. The pain in my ankle kept reminding me of its presence whenever I tried to move my foot. I got no other way than to keep it still, not even letting it move an inch. As spoken earlier, I am good at handling physical pain. It is too much. Time elapsed and finally, it was sundown. My work has ended two hours ago. I do not have to add more. Work is endless, to be honest, but my working hours and the schedule I decided for myself contained only the hours I spent doing that stuff. I move the chair as I face the glass wall of my cabin. I behold the beauty of nature once again, leaning aga
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— H O O R —. . .“How was your meeting, by the way?” I ask as soon as he starts driving. I could not get to ask it before. He straightly asked me about my foot. “Very well,” his answer is short. I nod my head. “Good to know,” I mumble. I know Siya handled it well because it used to be her job. “But I missed you there,” he suddenly reveals in a gentle whisper, getting my quick attention. I stare at his side profile and the calm look on his face makes me wonder if I heard it right or if it was just an illusion. “What?” He asks after a few seconds pass. I used that moment to stare at him and nothing more. “N-Nothing,” I say, chewing my bottom lip as I look away. “I thought you said something,” I add soon, getting no reply. I sigh. Illusions are beautiful. We reach home. Dinner is made like always. Dad calls and soon, we are engaged in video conversation through Zahir's laptop. I am happy after talking to my family members. It is refreshing. Time passes. I do not tell them about
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— H O O R —. . .The day was not as boring as I imagined. I could not go to the office but I could work from home. Zahir allowed me that. Well, he actually told me not to work too much and I do not even think I did it. It was just that I woke up late today. I remember how Zahir treated me this morning. He woke up before me. I could hear the sound in the background of doors opening and closing. Before he wore boots, footsteps made no noise but after he got ready, I could hear them. I made no sound. I was tugged into the bed and was breathing peacefully. I saw him walking here and there as he got ready and attended two calls right there in those hours. Finally, when he got ready, he moved to me. “Want to sleep for some more time?” He asked me, standing in front of me by the edge of the bed. I peeked at him behind the soft quilt. I nodded my head silently, pushing my face into the pillow. “Of course. Don't walk or try to do anything. You can work from home if you get too bored b
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— H O O R —. . .I laugh, nodding my head. “And you don't dare to escape the question!” I snap playfully, earning myself a smile from him. “Yeah, I missed you,” he replies, voice low like he is telling me a secret and eyes looking anywhere but me.He dips his hand into the plate and breaks a morsel, adding, “I was thinking about you. Many times I even looked towards your cabin but you weren't there.” He shrugs in the end, stuffing his mouth with the morsel and chewing on it. All the while as I watch him, I see that he has not looked at me while telling me the answer. I enjoy my food and can't help but smile. Good that you are not looking at me, Zahir. I am smiling like an idiot! “And you?” He asks suddenly, looking at me the very next moment. I lower my gaze to my plate as I answer him casually, “Of course, I did. I'm getting used to you.”He smiles, nodding his head. “We both are getting used to each other.” Does that meaning something to you, Zahir? — I want to ask him but I st
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— Z A H I R —. . .I wake up with only one name in my head; God. “I thank you, Father, for opening my eyes today,” I whisper under my breath as I get up and face the ceiling of my room, “In the name of thy Son, our Lord Jesus Christ.”I peel open my eyes again and look at Hoor who is lying beside me. Her cheek is pressed against the soft pillow, a few of her dark and thick locks caressing her face as if hiding it from my gaze. I can't help but smile and lean in to kiss her forehead. I get up to get ready for the office. Ruffling my hair through the towel in my grip, I come out half-naked. Glad that she was still asleep, or else she would have made a fuss about it, yelling at me until I was on the other side of the door. I get ready, dressed in my formal attire. I know she is awake but not saying anything like every time. Doing my hair, I walk towards her. “Hoor?” I say, clasping the wristwatch around my wrist. I look down at her as she hums, slowly removing the quilt from her fa
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