My Heart Beats for you
Chapter 9
By Yusuf Abdulwasii

One Month Later…
Waking up the next day, I checked my phone since I had put it on silent mode last night.
45 missed calls
78 messages
Okay…who in the might would waste so much balance? I have a feeling that I might know who this person is. I checked the caller and all of them. Yes! All of them belonged to my oh-so-sweet-husband.
He has been texting and calling me for the past two weeks. The last time I talked to him was on the second day after my marriage. I told him I didn’t want to talk to him. And gratefully, he understood and stopped calling me after that. It had been one week and he hadn’t contacted me. I was happy that I wouldn’t have to deal with him, atleast till he comes back. But my happiness didn’t last for long, and he started texting and calling me again.
I started reading his texts. They all either said ‘ am sorry princess ‘ or ‘ forgive me, I’ll make it up to you soon, I promise.’ Pfft, as if. Its been a month, a month. And he still hasn’t decided to to come back. I guess he forgot that he is married now and his wife is waiting for him. Let him be, my mind said, he is not worth it anymore.
I shook my head in agreement. I couldn’t care less, let him do whatever he wants to. I walked down to the kitchen to make breakfast for mom. Everyone leaves the house around nine and its ten right now. So no point in making breakfast for everyone. I put the food on the plate and then settled it down on the tray along with a jug and a glass. I walked upstairs towards mom’s room.
I opened the door, stepped inside then closed the door. Mom saw me and smiled. I smiled back at her and have her my salams. I put the tray beside her and started feeding her. Mom has been sick lately and thats why I took afternoon and night shifts from work.
After I was done feeding her, I helped her get to the bathroon.
After cleaning her up, I sat down beside her massaging her feet. She stroked my head and smiled warmly at me. The next thing she said, shocked me.
“Beta… I know Shahveer has left you without telling you. But please talk to him. He has been dying to talk to you. I know you must be wondering how do I know? Well, I knew it since the wedding day but I just wanted to test you that would you make a fuss out of it? But I was wrong. I thought you were like Inayat’s wife. But you proved me wrong.”
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. No really, I couldn’t believe it. But I guess she was testing me and I proved her wrong. But does she know I’m upset with Shahveer? I hope not.
“Beta please talk to him once. Please! For me? Solve your quarrels!”
“But mom we’re not fighting. We have no problem.”
“Oh..” was all she said. I think she believed me. “But beta please talk to him once, for me. ” She pleaded. I quickly nodded, not wanting her to beg or get upset. I took out my phone, I was hesitant. Should I call him? No buts Shanzay, this is for mom. I called him and rushed out of the room, excusing myself.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings…
“Assalmu Alaikum babe.”
“Walaikumu Assalam.”
“I knew you would call me. Missing me? Don’t worry I’llbe back soon.”
“Missing you?” I said while laughing,
“Keep dreaming, am only calling you because of mom.” I said harshly.
“I know I’m sorry baby. Please forgive me! Please….” His voice broke, “I’ll make it up to you…Please just talk to me. Its hard for me.” Damn! Am going soft again. But I just can’t do that to him. Me and my softheart. Sue me!
“Hey listen, I’m sorry.” I said softly and ended the call. I released a huge breath, which I didn’t realize I was holding. Shaking my head, I walked back to mom’s room. She was sound asleep, with a huge smile on her face. I smiled and kissed her forehead before getting ready for work.
It was now eight pm and I was exhausted. I informed Julie. I decided that I should go home and get a little rest since I also have night shift to attend. I was just about to get up when the telephone started ringing. I answered it.
“Yes Julie?”
“Shanzay, please you gotta attend this one last patient, please.”
Normally, on the other hand if this was just a normal day without me being exhausted I would have gladly taken up the offer. But today, I don’t think I can.
“Can you tell him or her that I can’t right now, and he can come tomorrow?”
“Please Shanzay, do it for me. He is my friend’s son. Please!”
“Ahh…alright send him up!” I put the receiver down and slumped down on my chair. A loud knock echoed through the room.
“Come in.” I said not looking up.
When I looked up, I saw a handsome young lad standing at the door. He had a cute boyish grin on face. Gee, Is he a model? OMG!! He is hot. Though, he looks familiar.
Dammit! I groaned. He came inside holding hands with a little girl around 7. I motioned for them to take a seat. The girl was hiding behind the young man, not coming out. I smiled to myself and opened my drawer to take out a lollipop. Yes! I love lollipops. Don’t judge!
I went towards the little girl and bent down. I smiled at her as she smiled at me shyly.
“What’s your name?”
I gave her the lollipop. Her eyes lit up in excitement. She then leaped forward and kissed me on the cheek. I stood up still smiling at the cute kid.
I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see the boy looking at us in amusement. I gave him an apologetic smile and sat back down.
“Yes… so how may I help you?”
“Assalmu Alaikum Shanu.”
I froze. That voice…oh no. He is back?
Why after so many years? You might be now wondering how do I know him? Well no one calls me Shanu except one person. My childhood bestfriend.


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