Beneath Guarded Hearts - 70

Previously…

Sul6an

He gave me a very serious, dismissing look, and went back to his papers. I clenched my fists and abruptly left the room. I headed to our indoor gym, put on my boxing gloves, and punched the dummy until it looked deformed and trickles of sweat ran down my chest, staining my t-shirt.

Me: “She is okay…”

I hissed out my thoughts as I rested all my body weight on my arm muscles, my elbows crushed to the floor, my head bent low, my breathing heavy.

Me: “That’s all that matters. For now.”

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3bdulla

            I gave her a light kiss on her nose and nudged her awake. She shifted a little and groaned. Who would have known my hyped up little Asma loved sleeping so much! I nudged her again and whispered her name repeatedly.

Me: “Asooma… yalla 7bibty goomy…”

Asma: “Mmm… Please bas 5 more minutes…”

            I laughed at her softly. She was probably still half dreaming, talking gibberish to me.

Asma: “W laish agoom… I don’t have uni elyom, our holiday isn’t over yet, w laish lazm nshoof syayeer elyom? I don’t need a new car, I like mine just fine…”

            I decided to continue listening to her until I couldn’t hold myself anymore. I fell back on the bed and burst into hiccups of laughter. She started to break away from her ‘wonderland’ and slowly sat up on the bed, mind me her eyes still closed.

Asma: “Mmm… What’s going on?”

Me: “7bibty, ba6ly 3yoonch w bat3arfeen.”

            I sneaked in another chuckle and sat in front of her, biting my lips to stop myself from laughing again. She looked so cute, her shoulders slumped and her expression half annoyed and half asleep.

Asma: “Nooo, if I open my eyes, then I won’t be able to go back to sleep… Please just let me sleep shwaya, I didn’t find out what will happen next…”

Me: “Happen next in what?”

Asma: “Why, in my dream of course. You see, there was someone chasing me because they found out that I was really a spy, and…”

            She yawned.

Me: “Tbain etkamleen 7elmch?”

            She nodded lazily.

Me: “I’ll give you something better than your dreams… I’ll give you something real.”

            I leaned forward and I kissed her gently, pushing her back onto the bed as I held her face in place. She started to respond, to awaken, and before I knew it she was kissing me back. I broke the kiss and heard her moan.

Me: “9baa7 el ward 7bibty :)”

            She smiled at me, her eyes now fully open and alert. I gave her a kiss on her cheek and got off the bed.

Me: “Yalla goomy, you need to pack.”

            She sat up on the bed and gave me a confused look.

Asma: “7ag sho?”

Me: “Why, for our honeymoon of course!”

            She stared at me for a split second before her eyes widened. I left the bedroom before she could say anything else, letting her take my words in. I waited patiently for her to appear and prattle out questions in excitement, and as expected, she ran into the sitting room and sat on my lap not moments later.

Asma: “Oh my God wain banseer?! Is it Spain? Cause I really want to meet your mother’s side of the family! Or wait! We could go to Paris! Bas la a7is everyone goes there, mmm what about-”

            I placed a finger over her lips and silenced her.

Me: “It’s a surprise. Pack heavy clothes, it’s going to be really cold there.”

            I gave her a wink and saw her pout.

Asma: “But… but you have to tell me! How am I going to pack properly? What if I end up needing something that I forget to bring? And then I freeze to death? It’ll ALL be your fault. And for what? Come on please please pleeeease tell me!”

            I laughed at her. This girl was amazing at arguing when it came to getting what she wanted. She played around with your head and misled you with intricate questions, would even make you feel guilty or doubt yourself if she had to. And the best part about it was that she didn’t even know she was doing it! It was just the way she was. I sighed and shook my head. How much I loved this little creature! I pretended to reconsider my decision, and then looked at her devilishly.

Me: “Nope ;)”

            She slapped my shoulder lightly and frowned.

Asma: “3baady… Tell me!”

            I gave her a stern look.

Me: “I have an abusive wife.”

            She rolled her eyes and smiled.

Asma: “Pfft, it’s not like it hurts. Your muscles are hard as marble.”

            I smiled at her. See what I mean? She has an answer for everything.

Me: “Yalla 7bibty, go and start packing. I need to go to work, but I’ll be back by around 6.”

Asma: “6?! Laish? You’re not even supposed to have work today. It’s Saturday!”

Me: “I need to finish up some reports and finalize corporate decisions before we leave.”

Asma: “Chaih when are we leaving?”

Me: “Monday.”

            She didn’t even answer me, she only widened her eyes, and I could tell from her expression that she was doing some ‘calculations’ in her head. She dug out her phone and dialed the keys vigorously.

Asma: “Alo?! NOUFYY! We need to go emergency shopping!”

To be continued…