ACCEPTANCE (A Nigerian Love story)

24. SICK AND FOOLISH

Chapter 24: Sick And Foolish

Hafsat's POV

When we got home, Sakina and Safiya jumped on us literally. Ammar got to escape first and when I reached the room he was already asleep. I took a cold bath then woke him up to shower and go for asr prayers but be said he was too tired and he would pray at home. 

I went to the kitchen and we started making the snacks as planned. Sakina, Safiya and Aisha keeping us company with their voices. Oh how I missed them. 

Ammi informed me that Ammar's favourite snack was doughnut. So I took two doughnuts and a bottle of cold zobo (hibiscus drink)  to him upstairs when I went to wake him for Magrib salat. 

I tried waking him but he was too tired to even move so I decided to pray first before I try waking him again. 

I finished my salat and went to wake him again but he had shifted to the centre of the king-sized bed. I climbed on the bed and sat beside him, I shook him and tapped him to wake up. I was finally successful. He sat up facing me. 

"It's time for magrib, wake up and pray." I said a little uncomfortably because we were so close. 

He looked so weary but thats expected from someone that spent two sleepless nights at the hospital. 

He held his temples with his thumb and middle finger. I moved closer to touch his head and feel his temperature, he had slightly fever. 

I removed my hand from his head and tried to move but he held me.

"I will go and get you some medicines" I informed him so that he would let me go but he didn't. 

He looked into my eyes and I looked at his black ones trying to read him. I felt this weird feeling in me. There was this tingling sensation I really can't describe. And there was this thing in my stomach, I guess its what people call the butterflies only that mine were anything but pretty butterflies. There were either wild hybrid of butterflies and dragons or angry elephants. 

Honestly, I've felt butterflies before example; when my crush asked me out in my 2nd year at med school and they were nothing like this. 

I tried to push Ammar to lie down carefully but I guess I used too much power as he laid back with force bringing me down with him as he was already holding my hand tightly. 

My face landed on his. 

My breathing hitched and my insides went totally crazy. 

We both moved at the same time but I guess we took the wrong turn as our lips crashed.

My heart stopped and I couldn't move. Not even when I felt his lips moving on mine. I was frozen. 

HE WAS KISSING ME!!

OMG. 

My heart was beating so hard and fast and I fear that he could actually hear my heart. 

His lips were hot. Really hot like 39°C hot. 

His fever was high. I was confused. I didn't know what to do. I tried to move but his grip on my hand tightened. 

Maybe I took the wrong turn when I fell on his face but I bet he didn't. He intended the kiss. The thought of that gave me palpitations. 

I quickly jerked away from him and he released my hand.

We stared at each other in what seemed like forever. I cut the eye contact first. I felt too tense. 

I stood up and ran to the parlour. 

I stayed in there for a while, contemplating whether to go back to the room and check on him or not. Safiya came to call me and I informed her Ammar was a bit sick I will just make sure he's alright before I come down. 

I decided to go in after a long debate with myself. I found him in prostration so I sighed inwardly in relieve and went straight to the drawers in search of a drug to give him. 

I got it and kept it on the tray I came with earlier. I waited for him but he was still prostrating in salah. I was getting worried so I called his name. He murmured an answer and raised.

I guess he finised praying since but stayed in that position because he was tired. 

"Hafsa" I heard his husky voice call my name. 

When ever he says my name without the 'doctor' in front, I find myself floating.

"Hafsa" he called again. 

Damn he's making me nervous. 

He normally starts his sentences without saying my name. But he's calling my name way too many times than usual in a day. 

Good news or bad news? 

"Yes" I answered. 

My heart was dancing 'shake body' while my wild butterflies decided to dance 'skelewu'. 

Before he called my name again I quickly got the tray and kept it in front of him on the carpet.

"Sit down" I did as he said.

"I heard that you like doughnuts. You should eat it and take some medicine before I get your dinner" 

"Did you make it" he asked weakly. I nodded. 

He took a bite and nodded in approval. "Yayi dadi.(It tastes delicious) " he commented. 

Then he took a sip of the Zobo. 

I smiled with satisfaction. 

"I've found a house. We will be moving out soon" he bluntly said with no emotions. He wasn't even looking at me. 

"Ehn?" I asked a bit confused. 

"Were you planning to stay here forever?" 

"No, but -" 

"Okay then we will be moving out after Ramadan." He scowled.

Ofcourse I wasn't planning on living in that house forever. I knew we were going to move out sooner or later but I didn't think this soon. 

Even if it was this soon then I should have gotten a heads up before. He should have told me he was searching for a house. He obviously didn't feel the need to share that even though it concerned my life and convenience. 

"I will be travelling" he interupted my thought. 

"Okay when?" I said wearily. Not interested. 

"As soon as Ramadan starts" he answered equally bored. 

"Okay. How may days are you spending there.... oh where are you going?" 

"Lagos. For a month" 

"WHAT!?!" I exclaimed. 

"I will be spending the whole Ramadan in Lagos" He sipped his Zobo again not minding my reaction. 

I could feel tears forming in my eyes and my head was throbbing in pain and my heart was hurting so bad. I was sad, angry and other emotions I can't define but that guy was just enjoying his doughnut and zobo non chalantly. 

I just freaking hate you right now. 

I mean when did he plan all of these. He never mentioned any of that to me even ones. 

Moving? 

And travelling? 

He's surely doing alot of things. 

"Do you need anything?" He asked and stuffed more doughnut in his mouth. 

'Yes please. I hope you choke on that doughnut and - ' 

I wanted to say but decided not to. 

I was so angry. I couldn't talk. For the first time in a while I had nothing to say. 

Scratch that. I had a lot of things to say and yell about but I was scared I might start crying and in the end I won't be able to say what I really wanted to say. 

Or I might say things I would regret later. So I would just stay away from him or I might just strangle him to death. 

I stood up to leave the room and just as I was about to open the door someone knocked on it. 

I opened and found Ammi standing with s tray of dinner. 

"How's Ammar? Here's your dinner. Eat with him" she gave me the tray. 

I almost forgot the i***t had a high fever because he was acting like a jerk. 

"He's better." I answered as I collected the tray. 

"Okay Hafsat. Take care of him." She said and left. 

I went in, kept the tray in front of him and left. If I stay close to him I might do something illegal. 

I think he's more than fine to take care of himself.

"I will eat that after Isha." I heard him say before I left. 

I really don't care. If you like starve to death. 

I went down stairs, Safiya and Sakina dragged me to their room. Zainab, Aisha and Auwal joined us as they told me how they spend every Ramadan in their house. 

They made me stay till midnight which I was glad for, because their brother is the last person I wanted to see.

Zainab and I escorted sleeping Auwal and Aisha to their rooms in Ammi's apartment. 

I went back to the attic and thankfully he was fast asleep. 

I changed into my pj and got on our very soft and comfy window seat, covered myself with the light blanket that was always there and drifted to sleep. 

I will deal with my problems tomorrow.