Beneath Guarded Hearts - 66

Previously...

Asma

I found myself moaning when his lips left mine, and he laughed huskily as he lead me to his car with one arm draped across the length of my shoulders.

3bdulla: “Let’s go home.”

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3bdulla

I saw the worry in her eyes, but she ignored it and used my presence to serve as a distraction. And of course, why wouldn't she? I was an awesome distraction ;) Her shaila was idly hanging on her head, barely wrapped around her face but covering everything. She always paid a lot of attention to her shaila; there was certain 'way' that it had to be done, but today, it seemed like she didn't even care. I asked her again for the millionth time.

Me: "Asma, mt2akda inch b5air?"

She rolled her eyes and looked at me with 'the look'.

Asma: "REALLY 3bdulla, really? Walla I'm fine what do I have to do to make you believe it?"

Me: "Act like it."

She stared at me for a long moment before her gaze left my face. Knowing my Asma, I waited patiently for her to start her ultimate confession. She finally broke the agonizing silence.

Asma: "3bdulla, what's going on? W shft Rashid, fa you can start by explaining that. Ho shoy5e9a fel mo6'oo3? And what is sul6an planning to do?"

I groaned inwardly. I knew she wouldn't let it go. I was about to lie to her again when I saw her eyes watering up as I tilted my head slightly towards her. I saw how hard she was trying to hold herself, and she bit her lips and clenched her fists –and not too gently I might add– when she thought I wasn't looking. How had I not noticed this before? She was too good at 'distracting' herself.

            I stopped the car on the side of the road. One would feel free surrounded by such open lands and endless dunes; I only felt small and a little confounded, which was weird, considering how much I loved the desert. I turned to my distressed wife and looked her right in the eye.

Me: “6al3y ele fe roo7ch Asma, mb zain etyawdeen 3mrch che. Sho elsalfa, what are you worried about?”

Her eyes watered up again, and tiny tears started to fall as she looked away.

Asma: “Something's very wrong, and it kills me when I don't know what on earth is going to happen to sul6an or what he'll do.”

            I didn’t know what to say to her, because I myself didn’t have a clue as to what Sul6an’s plans were. I wanted to hold her all day and soothe away her worries, to tell her how much I loved her, to take her out and show her off to the world, to buy her all chocolate in the world until it made her feel better. I just didn’t know how to tell her that. How does a person even say such things without looking like a fool?

Me: “It’s okay asamy, he’ll be alright. Don’t think about it so much.”

            I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Me: “5ala9 Asma, it’s all over.”

            I gave her a reassuring smile, and she seemed to calm down a little bit as she settled into her seat.

Asma: “I miss you 3bady…”

            He sudden words shook my insides.

Me: “I miss you too 7bibty. Yalla try to get some sleep, ma bagy wayed elain ma no9al.”

Asma: “Mmm okay… Ohh and don’t think you got away with it, you’re explaining kilshay yom bano9al el bait…”

She paused before she suddenly spoke again, with more energy this time.

Asma: "3bdulla, move! Move 7arik el sayara that's Sul6an's car!! Yalla yalla!!!"

She was pointing frantically at a black porshe panamera that had just zoomed past us and at the same time, she was slapping my arm until I felt my muscles clench. Damn, I should seriously stop underestimating her size. And how on earth did she know it was sul6an? We barely saw the car pass let alone been able to see the plate numbers.

Me: "Inzain inzain!! 5aiibh hadyy im going.."

I ignited the engine back to life, and it roared as I stepped on the gas. I shook my head in disbelief. Hal bnt 5bla walla!

Me: "Kaif t3arfeen inh Sul6an?"

Asma: "Omg you're SOOOOO sloow, yalla el7aga!!!"

Me: "Asma, what if it's not sul6an?!"

Asma: "Sho? Kaif mb Sul6an I just told you that it's his car."

I sighed heavily and gave up. I was going nowhere trying to argue with her. Stubborn, hard-headed Asma. I honked at Sul6an's car as I neared up, and it went faster. I got a little confused and pushed at the gas, taking the right lane to make sure I had a view of him.

Only, when I started to wave at the driver's seat, it wasn't sul6an who was sitting there.

It was 3alia.

Me: “Oh shit. This can't be good.”

To be continued…