His Heart? Knows
{?That he still wants her?}
Writer: Temiloluwa ?
Sixty-Seven
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The moonlight slowly streamed into the beautifully decorated room that had designs of cars all over the wall. The designs of animated cars on the wall gave an indication that it’s a child’s room.
Samir tossed in one direction, expecting to be engulfed in that soft blossom but what welcomed him was the hard tiles of the floor. The little boy was immediately awoken by the sudden pain and sound of him crashing on the floor.
“Wahh!!!,” He immediately cried out. Where’s… Where’s his mama? She was supposed to be hugging him to sleep. How come he is the one hugging the floor now??
I’m sure Samir wouldn’t like to find that Aamir was practically hogging his mama all to himself the very moment.
“Ssshh baby… Sorry… Sorry,” Zoya tried to hush him as she carried him in her arms. She glared at Aamir who wasn’t moving from the position he slept in.
He just snored away? Zoya couldn’t stop the steam of anger in her as she continued glaring at Aamir while trying to pacify Samir.
That damned man! He’d stolen her away and hugged her tightly, not even bothering about the position their son slept in. Cause he entrapped her in his arms, Samir had been left to sleep at the edge of the bed, giving him a chance to crash to the floor.
Yet his father is still snoring away?… Didn’t he hear Samir’s cries? “Mama, you were supposed to be hugging baby,” Samir complained softly as his eyes drooped.
Zoya kissed his hair and promised him softly,”I’m sorry… Does it hurt? Don’t worry. Mama will hug only you, baby.” She then made sure to tuck him in bed and sleep in a way that Samir was sleeping between her and Aamir.
Soon, the mother and son dozed off.
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‘Huh! Where am I?,’ Kashan thought as he immediately sat up. As soon as he took in the view of the mini sized girlie bedroom, he confirmed that something is wrong.
He immediately stood up and almost tumbled. He winced as he held his head again. The migraine was getting worse. He shouldn’t have drunk too much last night.
Just then, the door opened slowly and someone stepped in. Kashan stared at her and tried to figure out why she looked so familiar.
She looked at him with relief and walked to him with a bowl of… Is that soup? “Where am I?,” Kashan almost bit his tongue when this came out. He actually wants to ask her who she is.
But she answered,”Sir…. You were so drunk last night. You were gonna drive home drunk so I just had to help since you looked like you didn’t even have an idea of where you lived. I just had to bring you here cause I also didn’t know where you stayed.”
Kashan looked a little bit offended by her words. She had just described him as a dead drunk or at least, that’s what it seemed to him.
“Where’s my phone?,” He asked with a nonchalant look. Before she could reply, he immediately said,”How much do you need? I’ll pay you for last night.”
Now it was Aiza’s turn to get offended. Who does he think he is? “Excuse me… I never mentioned I helped you for money. It’s cause of miss…”
“Isn’t that what you all want?,” Kashan interrupted rudely. His words, a hard slap on Aiza’s face. Aiza looked so furious…. She wanted to mention ‘Miss Zoya’ but he didn’t even let her finish.
“What do you mean what we all want? If I had known you would be so rude, I’d left you in that club yesterday. Perhaps you would have woken up in your own vomit today,” She remarked.
Kashan immediately glanced down and noticed that the shirt he is wearing isn’t his. He looked horrified. “What did you see!? Did you take a nude picture of me and post it on internet?,” He asked suspiciously.
Aiza made a show of hitting her head a little as she told him,”I made a terrible mistake. I should have taken one. Who knows how much would be resting in my account now?”
“I’ll sue you!,” Kashan gritted as he pointed at her. “No need to die of so much anger. Your chest is too hairy so I probably would have made a loss instead of profit,” she responded.
Kashan was dumbfounded to hear this. This… This silly woman! Does she know how many ladies are dying to get just a glimpse of his chest? She had a chance and ridiculed him. Didn’t she notice his eight packs?
“Take… Here, it is,” Aiza handed over a sleek phone to him. Just as he collected it, he saw the long string of missed calls notifications. He called Zain first and informed the latter to come over with a change of clothes.
He even asked Zain to bring a suitcase of cash too. When Aiza heard this, she immediately protested,”If those money notes enter my house, they’ll perish in my toilet.”
Kashan just ignored her, assuming she was bluffing. He was soon about to find out how wrong he is. He ended the call and began to purchase the lastest flight tickets to Bangalore.
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Aamir’s hand wandered on the bed as a frown spread on his face. Why does the bed feel so empty? His eyes shot open and he realized that the bed was indeed empty.
He yawned as he walked out of the bedroom, silently searching for Zoya and Aamir. He followed the trail of laughter sounds he was hearing and soon found himself at the kitchen doorway.
He rested against the door and sighed at the loving scene in the kitchen. Samir was on the kitchen island, covered in flour from head to toe. Zoya wasn’t left out though she only has specks of flour on her body.
He assumed they are trying to prepare their favourite breakfast meal which is pancakes? but the mother and son ended up being lovey-dovey instead.
Zoya rolled the sleeve of her shirt as she prepared the pancakes batter. Samir just continued drawing flour figures on her face.
“Mama make a boat… Papa and Samir loves boats,” Samir’s soft voice flowed in the kitchen.
“I can’t make a boat for you two with this… I can only make a boat when preparing cookies not pancakes,” Zoya tried to tell him but he kept on insisting.
Aamir just watched them quietly without saying anything. Just then his phone vibrated and when he looked at the caller ID, the smile on his face wiped off immediately.
He turned around with a cold look and answered the phone,”Hello.”
“I need your help… again,” The gruff voice came through the cellphone. Aamir’s hands tightened round the poor thing almost crushing it in one go. I wonder who called him ?
Tbc?