Naeema gasped and her hands instinctively moved to her bare head.
Wh..what are you doing here?
I was looking for the bathroom and i got lost…
But he wasnt really sorry. He was glad to have gotten lost.
No, i mean what are you doing here.. in south africa? In my house?
I had some important business meetings. Myself and a few other colleagues.
Naeema turned around shyly and fixed her pillows nervously on her bed. It was so long since she last seen or spoke to him. This was the very man she was so deeply in love with for years. But this situation was wrong. She was married…
Are you married?
She asked without turning around, but she could still see him in the mirror infront of her.
I think of you very often.
She confessed and then immediately regretted opening her mouth. She shouldnt have said that… but she did.
Ive never stopped thinking about you.
Her heart melted. He was still so charming. And she was shaking inside. She never had the opportunity to ever inform him that she was moving on. Things happened so fast.
We should…you know… keep in touch… call me.
She shook her head.
No way… i cant… im married and so are you.
Not to do anything. Just to catch up.
No! I cant…
She started panicking.
You have to go. We could get into alot of trouble if anyone catches you here. Please go!
He stood still and calm for a while. Almost as if he was taking her completely into his memory. Then he nodded. And walked out without a word.
As soon as he was out, naeema rushed to her bedroom door and locked it. She rested against it and tried to steady her heart rate. it was beating way too fast.
Her legs felt like jelly and she needed to sit down quickly.
She lay down on her bed and grabbed the same pillow she straightened a few minutes ago. She wanted to scream. How could this happen?
Out of all the people in the world, why him?
Out of all the houses in south africa, why hers?
Out of all the rooms in the house, why this one?
Was it a coincidence? Or taqdeer? Fate?
Her guilty conscience scolded her for even talking to him. It was wrong on so many levels. What if someone walked in and caught them?
But the other part of her couldnt believe what just happened. Just thinking of his words made her smile.. ive never stopped thinking about you!
Wow! Did he really say that?
The smile vanished and panic set in once again when she heard someone trying to open the door again. But they couldnt enter because she had locked it and now they were knocking on the door.
She was so afraid. Who was it?
Was it him? Did he come back to say something? Maybe leave his number? Should she open for him?
Or was it abdullah? Was he angry? Did he know something? Or see something?
The banging grew louder….