Love behind the scenes

Remembering

Assalamu alaykum habibi ( Peace be upon you love). A melodious voice said into the phone.

Hmm , wa alaykum Salam. Where are you?. Mubarak replied.

Well… not home and there is something urgent. She said giggling at the other side of the line.

This didn't go unnoticed by Mubarak so he played along with her.

Habbibi…Zahira called again to check if he was listening.

Yes…He replied.

Humph…anyways , there isn't any problem, just pulling your legs.

I know. He replied calmly and chuckled

You… whatever. She rolled her eyes and said that she was about to go over to Khira’s school.

Ayati ( my life) … be careful alright. He said and she harrumphed in response.

Mubarak smiled contentedly.

Alhamdullilah for my wife ( I thank Allah ). Mubarak smiled and walked into his office.

A few minutes later the same number called but it wasn't the same voice.

Who's this? . He asked coldly.

Hello…. Mr… are you a relative of the owner of this phone. A hurried voice asked, shaking.

What happened? Mubarak asked again.

This lady here has been involved in an accident . She is putting on blue clothings . The voice shouted in response.

What!...Mubarak stood , frozen.

He remembered when she picked the cloth and he was telling her that blue fits her only.

He panicked…turned anxiously before responding to the person that kept calling his name on the other side of the phone.

Tell me the location.

Alright. The man quickly told him and he ran out of the building without his suit.

Running to the scene, he saw his wife lying lifeless beside an SUV and was surrounded with people.

With all the noises, he couldn't hear anything and just walked towards her slowly. Ayati…. Aya. He tapped her on the cheek gently with shaky hands and a broken voice.

Open your eyes…please… please do…He cried bitterly but still stood strong.

He carried her in his warm arms and placed her into his Maybach and drove away.

On getting to the Biggest private hospital in the city, he carried her and rushed into the hospital, calling the attention of the available doctors.

Sir…sir calm down. What happened? A nearby nurse asked and quickly gestured for the stretcher to be brought.

Mubarak didn't reply and kept shouting for the doctors until she was wheeled into the operating room.

Tick..tick.. seconds, minutes and hours flew by and Mubarak sat hoping for the best.

Click. Finally the door opened and the female doctor walked towards him.

Sir. She called to get his attention .

Mubarak raised his head slowly with dishevelled hair and pitch -red eyes.

I am sorry… we couldn't save her. She lost too much blood and she was brought at the wrong time. He said apologetically.

Al…alright. He replied while closing his eyes tightly and rumbling his hand through his hair. Fresh tears rolled down.

Dad… dad. A replica voice of his wife called out while tugging his palm making him jolt out of his thoughts.

I am sorry… He trailed…