The night has arrived, the sky has darkened, and the moon is shining brightly. Ibrahim kept on looking at the sky with a blank gaze while his thoughts were wandering everywhere. His revenge, Natasha, and Emily. He began to wonder if she would be happy in this marriage because there are so many obstacles that they must overcome. He has hurt her from the beginning, causing her to leave him.What scares him the most is that she will leave him again for the second time, and he dares not imagine if it really happens. He realized that he was a very complicated man, but why did she still manage to stay faithful to him? Moreover, her mother once told him that he is the man for whom she has been waiting all this time, and she could never hate him because she is just capable of loving him.He is clearly a jerk at the start of the marriage, and how could she fall in love with someone like him? There is only one possibility; they met before they married, but it's impossible, he reasoned himself.
Natasha couldn't stop smiling since she walked out of the hospital. She could feel the slight happiness when Ibrahim told her that she could stay with him for a few days before going back to her own apartment. Her mental health is not that perfect yet, but she is on the right track.When she sees the familiar figure enter the house, the maid widens her eyes in surprise. She recognized this woman so well, and she was looking at Natasha with a dreadful gaze. However, Natasha tried to give her a wide smile and a hug.“Mrs. Taylor, it has been a while.” Natasha said, while hugging the maid as if she were meeting a long-lost friend.The maid was dumbfounded, not daring to look into Natasha's eyes or reply to her hug. Is it really Natasha? She looked thinner and paler. Moreover, a hug and a smile to a maid like her don't sound right, as she never really did those back then when she was still Ibrahim's girlfriend.“Welcome, Natasha. Please let me know if you need anything.” The maid spoke wi
“Your hair has grown a lot. You might need a haircut already.” Said Anna, when she was helping Ibrahim to dry his hair, something that she pleased to do every night. “I will need to ask Jessica to get my stylist then.” He said it with his eyes closed, enjoying every bit of her touch. Anna laughed. “I'm not kidding, but you're so spoiled.” He giggled. “What's the point of having money? Of course, to spoil myself and you.” “Yeah... yeah… now stop bragging about it, Mr. Billionaire.” Said Anna and she put the hairdryer aside when his hair was dry. “Your hair is all dry, Mr. Saunders. Anything else you need me to do” She joked. Ibrahim pulled Anna towards him as he circled his arm around her waist and kept his head on her chest enjoying the warmth which she always radiates. “Yes Mrs. Saunders but for that you have to do lot of work… in bed…” Anna chuckled as she brushes his hairs, sighing in relief, she always feels plenary when he is around. “Anna, what is your dream?” He asked out
“Ibrahim, now stop, you have already had enough.” Said Alan as he took the bottle of whisky from Ibrahim's grip, warning him not to get more drunk. Ibrahim used all of his strength to get the bottle back from Alan while glaring at him. “Give it back!” He shouted. That shout made Alan roll his eyes in irritation, and he put the bottle back on the table, barely causing a loud voice to come from it. He glared back at Ibrahim as well. “Do you think drinking will get your problem solved?” He shouted back at Ibrahim. “You are just a coward, Ibrahim.” He added again. “What did you say? Coward?” Alan scoffed at his best friend. “Yes, and you didn't hear me wrong. Didn't you come here to get drunk in order to avoid the problems which…. you created?” said Alan, he knew that Ibrahim is not a drinker. There are only two conditions that will make him drink. First, if there is an event, Second, if he has so many problems that he couldn't solve them. “I messed up big this time, Alan.” Ibrahim r
She has been alive for more than a quarter century, and in her life, she's been taught to always get whatever she wants, no matter how. Natasha sighed sharply when she noticed that the chances of her getting Ibrahim back were very low, as she started to see how devoted that man is to his wife, Anna. His feelings had changed, and it no longer beats for her.However, it feels like she can't give up now. She was walking towards the living room, where she heard Anna talking to someone on the phone. She was so engrossed in the conversation that it felt like she was speaking to a close friend.“After passing the traffic light, you will see a bakery. You need to turn left and follow it until you reach the end. When you reach the end, you turn right, and you’ll see my house right away.”Natasha started to feel uneasy. Is she directing someone to come here? She started to become curious and continued to eavesdrop.“Yes, Leo, the one with the black gate. I’ll tell the security guard to open the
When the night came, Natasha purposely walked around the house, finding the right time to see Ibrahim. She noticed that he was still working with the piles of documents in his study room, while Anna had long gone to her own bedroom. She waited for quite some time and had a smile engraved on her face when she saw Ibrahim turning off the light in the study room.“Ibrahim.” She called as she walked towards him.Ibrahim massaged his temple as his vision blurred a little. He could see the figure of a woman. “Anna?” He asked and realized that it wasn't his wife when Natasha reached him.“What is it, Natasha?” asked Ibrahim.Natasha chuckled awkwardly and considered how to begin the conversation. “Are you busy?” She asked.Ibrahim's brows narrowed. “What happened?” He asked back.She shook her head. “I was just….”Before Natasha could finish her sentence, Ibrahim cut her.“I'm tired, Natasha. You should rest too. Good night.” He said, as he attempted to walk away.Natasha rolled her eyes, an
“Oh God, you surprised me!”A loud screech rang throughout the living area, forcing Anna to firmly open her eyes. She could see that the day was still dark indicating that she still had some time to get up. Mrs. Taylors was shocked to see her.“Good morning.” She grinned and closed her eyes once again. She feels exhausted and tired, and she hopes she could sleep a little longer.The maid was very startled. “Anna, what are you doing here?” She asked as she noticed that the table is full of snacks and the TV is turned on, although she is sleeping.“The room is way too hot. Let me sleep a little longer, Mrs. Taylors.” She blabbered with her eyes closed.The maid is not stupid either. She knew that the temperature in the master bedroom would never be too hot or too cold. Anna is unquestionably lying. Her heart hurt a little when she saw the tear marks on her cheeks. She realized that something was definitely not right.“Anna, breakfast will be ready soon.”“Hmm,” Anna responded, her eyes
The ride from Ibrahim's house to Anna's parents' house feels like forever, and she is very worried about everything. It drives her crazy that she clearly doesn't have any idea about what is happening. She wasn't even able to sit quietly in her seat; she was nervously biting her nails. Ibrahim is acutely aware of every detail of her movements, but he is at a loss for words. It feels like there is a big lump stuck in his throat that prevents him from talking.“Why are you so quiet? I asked you so many questions, but you didn't talk to me about anything?” Asked Anna. She sounded so stressed that she really needs the support of her husband to keep her calm now.Ibrahim was a little agape. How could he tell her that it's not that he does not want to talk to her, but he is actually thinking about how to tell her every single truth that seems very hard to come out from his lips?“I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well last night.” He lied.She sighed sharply, not wanting to say anything else to him.
In the next second, Anna could feel his lips brush over hers, giving her a warm yet passionate kiss. A kiss that they missed, both. Each time he has her in his arms, she feels frozen. Why does his touch feel so magical? She can feel his tongue asking for entrance as she parted her lips only to let the kiss go wilder. She circled her hand on his neck, and as soon as she wanted to kiss him even deeper, she felt something kicking from her belly again, making her push Ibrahim away.“Why?” Asked Ibrahim frustrated.“He kicked again, it seems like he doesn’t like it when you kiss me.” Anna replied, rubbing her palm on her stomach.Ibrahim grinned at her. “He kicks because he can feel pity for his father that his mother kept on asking his father to go.”Anna glared at Ibrahim. “Don’t make such excuses! Look at the time. It’s almost evening and you should go back now.”“No, I’m not leaving yet if you don’t let me kiss you properly.” Ibrahim shook his head in stubbornness.She immediately stan
Sitting on the dining table, Anna poured the chocolate syrup on Sofia’s pancakes. “I know you liked your pancake with honey but we only have chocolate sauce and agave syrup. You won't mind right?” asked Anna because she knew her husband could be a little picky eater sometimes.Ibrahim was a little touched by her action. She still remembers little things about him. “It’s fine actually I’m very hungry as I haven’t had my dinner last night so I can eat anything.”“The last time I remember you didn’t eat Alan’s restaurant noodles, complaining that it’s too spicy and oily for you. And why didn’t you have your dinner last night? I've told you not to skip it.”Ibrahim smiled. “You still think of me all the time, isn’t it? And no, because I wasn't able to find a good stay here, all the hotels were previously booked because it's a holiday.”“So, where are you staying then?”“Don’t worry the room is small but it’s okay I can manage it.”Anna didn’t ask any further but focused her attention back
The night had turned into day in just a blink of an eye, but Ibrahim couldn't seem to forget what happened between him and Anna. He couldn't give up just because she was giving him the cold shoulder. Even if she keeps on pushing him away, he will always try to come back to her. He couldn't able to endure losing her for the second time. So that’s why now he is here, in front of a two-story bungalow that's located not too far from the beach where he met her.Ibrahim rubbed his palms together to warm himself because the air was getting colder. “Why is it taking her so long to open the door?” He mumbled on his own.However, not long after that, the door was opened. His lips curled up, thinking maybe it was Anna who opened the door, but the smile faded when he saw it was a little girl instead.“Who are you?” The little girl asked, looking at Ibrahim with a confused gaze.Ibrahim was confused as well. He looked at his surroundings and his phone screen, checking if he really had the right ad
Ibrahim heaved a deep sigh. He took off his spectacles as he massaged the bridge of his nose gently. He couldn't help but force himself to concentrate on his work as he looked at the piles of documents he had to go through. He put on his spectacles and moved his gaze back to his notebook screen. At the same time, his phone rang.“Yes Jessica.” He picked up the phone with his left hand while clicking the mouse with his right.“Sir, the annual shareholder conference will be held this afternoon after lunch. I have the documents and presentation slides ready.”Ibrahim kept quiet for a while when he heard Jessica say the annual shareholder conference because it usually takes place somewhere near the end of the year. Oh, how time flies, and it should be his wedding anniversary soon, but he is still here, alone.“Sir, are you there?” Jessica's voice was heard again.“Ah, yes. Notify me when we're about to start.” Ibrahim replied.“Noted.”After sleepless nights, skipping meals, and consuming
Anna POVHow does it feel to live in circumstances where you have to battle with your own feelings? To me, it feels like torture. People said feelings are more dangerous than ideas, because they aren't susceptible to rational evaluation. They grow quietly underground before exploding all over the place. You tend to act in the opposite way from the rational side if you act based on your heart, and vice versa, because your heart doesn't have thoughts.I loved that man. Oh no, I still love him. If the feelings could not be forgotten after sixteen years. I doubt if several months can. Day by day, I missed him a little more than yesterday. I missed his voice. I missed his smile. I missed his smell. I missed his hug, and I missed how he made me feel wanted. I missed how he praises every bit of my body while making love with me. If I love him that much, why would I leave him? I left him not because I no longer love him, but because I love him so much that it started to hurt me.I realized th
The cool breeze blew through her hair softly. The leaves have turned yellow and are slowly falling, filling up the street. Summer slowly collapsed into fall. There is a saying that goes, Autumn leaves don't fall; they fly. They take their time, wander around, and this is their only chance to soar.Anna tightened her coat as soon as she got off the taxi, walking into one of the most famous barbeque restaurants in London Road.Her lips curled up upon looking at the faces that she recognized wholeheartedly. She could see one of them waving their hand at her, and she didn't think twice but to approach them and hug them tightly.“Sorry for the delay. There was a lot of traffic.” Said Anna as she took a seat.Lily laughed softly. “It's okay, Anna. We are used to it.” She joked.“Let's order something first. I'm very hungry.” Jacob interrupted them before they could even start their bickering.Just like in the old days, the three had a nice barbeque meal with cheers and laughter. Anna couldn
“Dad!”Anna shrieked with delight as she noticed her father seated on the couch in their living room, smiling broadly at her. She didn't hesitate, but immediately plunged herself into her father's embrace.“Dad, are you alright? You didn't get hurt anywhere, right? How are you?” Anna bombarded the questions at her father, her eyes welling up with tears.Paul laughed amusedly. “You stupid girl. I’m fine.”“Dad, when did you get home? And why did no one even tell me that you came home.” Anna pouted, still hugging her father. Rachel and Paul looked at each other letting out an awkward laugh which didn’t fit into the environment. She looked confusedly at her parents’ reaction.“It's not such a big deal, Anna. The thing is that I will be fine.” Said her father trying to convince Anna.Anna sighed. “Why didn't you tell me? I have been so worried about you.”It's not that he refuses to tell her daughter. She just got discharged from the hospital and he does not want to add more pressure to h
“Okay. I will do everything you want, but could you please consider your thoughts again?” Asked Ibrahim as he looked at Anna with an expectant gaze.Could she really tell him to stop giving her that look? It feels like she is going to break down soon. He had become her weakness as much as she became his.“I have told you. We are done, and there is nothing more that we can do. I can’t even if I want to.” She replied the last sentence like a mere whisper without looking at him, trying to sound firm, but deep inside her heart, she's crying hysterically.Ibrahim tried to inhale as much air as he could to calm himself down because the atmosphere started to become suffocating for both of them. There was a brief moment of silence before he dared to look into her eyes, again.“Anna, do you remember when I first met you in the French restaurant?” Asked Ibrahim.Of course, she does, and things in her head start to fly back to the first time they met, when Luke had to gather all of his forces to
Alan patted Ibrahim's shoulder lightly, as if he were giving him strength. He even gave him a light smile. “Everything will be alright, Ibrahim.” He spoke.Ibrahim sighed instead. It has been two days since Anna was admitted in the hospital, and he couldn't see her since she was awake because he was told that she didn't want to see him. It feels extremely excruciating for him.“Do you think she wanted to see me now?” Ibrahim asked with his head held low.“Where did the strong headed Ibrahim Saunders go?” said Alan trying to calm him down. He understands from which phase his best friend is going through and he knows how to make Ibrahim face this situation, a little push is what he needed right now. Ibrahim looked up at Alan in confusion. “What do you mean? It's not the time to joke around.”“I have known you for how many years… twenty years Ibrahim. You’re a strong and capable man that everyone in his office is afraid of, but the one in front of me now is a coward.” Alan said, trying