All Chapters of Clueless Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The week has gone by so fast. The game made by my group and me has gone viral in a week. I am so happy that words cannot describe it. I am working in my office when Emma barges in, looking like she wants to kill someone. “Hey!” I say confused as to why she walked in like that. “I can’t believe she is back,” Emma says, pacing up and down my office. “Who is back?” I ask. “That slut!” she growls angry. “Which slut?” I say totally confused. “Anna Huston,” Emma says with disgust. “Who is that? And why are you calling her a slut?” “She is the slut Austin cheated on me with.” “Wait! He cheated on you?” I say, guessing that’s why they broke up. “Sorry, I should not have brought my problem to you. I should go,” she says walking toward the door. “No, no it’s fine, I am here to listen,” I say, walking towards the door to stop her from leaving. “Thank you.” “Why don’t you sit down and calm do

“Babe, I am so tired I could fall asleep on your couch right now,” I say lying down on one of the couches in Fatima’s office. “I have been going for interviews for the past two weeks. I am so tired of saying the same thing to different people. I could lose my mind doing this,” I say getting comfortable on the couch. “I am fine, thank you for asking and work is great,” Fatima replies sarcastically. “I’m sorry, Fatima, I did not ask you how you are doing. Let’s start again. As-Salamu Alaykum, how are you, Fatima? How is work?” “Wa Alaykum salam, now that’s better. I am doing fine, and work is work. So now I would ask you how your day is, but I already know. Sorry about all the interviews. Don’t worry, In Shaa Allah, you will get the visas,” Fatima says. “How are things with Udar?” I ask recalling her telling me they had a few issues. “Like I always say, better than you working with Ismail.” “That’s not true, and for your informat

I am so happy today is Saturday. I work five days a week, so weekends are my free days. I am waking up for the third time today. I woke up earlier to pray Fajr and Dhuhr thanks to Ismail, who is still surprising me with his kind gestures. I forgot to charge my phone last night, and that’s what always calls the Athan for me. I was so lucky Ismail guessed I would be sleeping through and came to wake me up. After praying Fajr I still forgot to plug my phone in, which ended in him waking me up again for Dhuhr. I am so thankful to him for remembering to wake me up for prayers. I don’t know if he thinks I am sick, and that is why he is kind to me. I am not ill. I am just tired from the workload I am getting at the office. I wonder if he will go back to being his usual self when he finds out I’m okay. I guess I will have to get my strength back and see. After taking a bath I go downstairs to eat something. I am making Salmon Cobb salad when Ismail walks in.

For the past week, I have been sending my passport back and forth to embassies. And If I don’t have all my visas ready by the end of the week, Ismail will have me served up on a silver platter for dinner. Ismail had to push back the trip to next week because of me. I feel bad, but there is nothing I can do about it except pray and hope to have all my visas by next week.  I am currently at a car workshop, getting my car back from repair. I am about to get into my vehicle when I get a call from Waheeda. “As-salamu Alaykum,” I greet answering the call. “Wa alaykumu as-salam. Where are you, sis?” Waheeda asks. “I am fine, thank you for asking,” I return with sarcasm dripping from my voice. “I don’t need to ask you that as I saw you this morning, so I know you are fine,” Waheeda says chuckling. “What a lovely sister you are,” I say smiling. “I know, I try my best. Anyway, I am calling to ask where you are,” Waheeda says.

The next morning, I wake up and start screaming with excitement at what I see in the front driveway. A matt black Lamborghini Aventador S is parked with a big sign that says ‘Umit, Congratulations on your new car. Please enjoy!’ I can’t believe after what I told Ismail yesterday, he still went behind my back and got the car for me. “Ismail!” I shout his name while rushing back inside the house. “How may I be of help, my lovely lady?” Ismail smirks knowing exactly why I am looking for him. “You got me the car after I clearly asked you not to.” I say trying to sound angry, but far from it. If anything, it’s the shock of my life. Never in my dreams did I think Ismail would go ahead and get me a car. “I know. But I wanted to, so I did,” Ismail shrugs his shoulders. “Ismail! I don’t know how you expect me to pay you back. That car is at least $500,000! That is practically ten years of my salary.” I can feel a headache starting from