Swipe Of Love

10

♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕

Tick! Tick! Tick!

I groaned, slamming my alarm off. I did not get enough sleep last night. After I came from the party, you would not believe what those three idiots had done to my beautiful house.

My house was a mess. Food had been scattered everywhere, on the floor in the kitchen, on the tables. Jacob had been sleeping on the sofa with his mouth open and legs spread opened, and Omar was on the floor, sleeping like a pig.

The part where I got the most furious was seeing food on the living room floor, even though Omar knew it is not allowed in my house. The living room looked like a fish market. Emily was sleeping in the guest room because those "two idiots" had been very loud. I had to clean the kitchen and living room, but not before sending Emily and Jacob home.

Mantle note to myself not to let them babysit again.

I went to bed around two. Now, it is six. I got up and went to the bathroom, taking a long shower. After that, I was dressed and headed up the bedroom door. A strange smell hit my nose.

Who was cooking?

Omar was too lazy to wake up and cook at this time. I went down the stairs and started to walk to the kitchen. As I walked in, I saw Omar standing there, preparing breakfast.

"Whatcha cooking?" I asked, slowly walking up to him.

"I don't know, honestly," he shrugged, scratching his head.

"What? Why don't you know what you are cooking? I mean, you should know what you're cooking," I laughed.

"Very funny, Mom! At least I am making breakfast! I just typed up 'breakfast' on Google and clicked the first website that appeared on my phone!" He replied.

"Why do you try to cook a difficult dish when you don't know how to cook that dish?" I questioned.

"Because I want my mom to have a nice, good breakfast before she goes to work," he kissed my cheek.

"Aww! That's so sweet of you," I smiled.

"Now, sit down, young lady. The food is almost ready," he demanded.

"Yes, sir," I salute.

He walked up to the table with the food on the plate in his hand. He set the plate in front of me, and I grabbed my fork, starting to dig in.

"Yum! It is delicious. What is it called?" I asked.

"It's called... Hold on, let me look again. It's called Baked Parmesan French Toast with Tapenade and Arugula Salad."

"This dish is for lunch, not breakfast. You do know that?" I laughed.

"It- yeah, I knew that," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sure, you knew. If you want to impress a girl, you must know what you are cooking. You're just like your father when it comes to cooking," I laughed.

When I did not hear any laughter, I stopped laughing. I looked at Omar, who was looking at me with no emotion on his face. Way to go, Antonia. Way to ruin the perfect mother and son moment.

I sighed, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay, mom," he smiled.

"Omar... You do know that you have to see him someday. Maybe not now, but later," I explained.

"Mom, when that time comes, I'll do what's right. Now, I want to spend as much time with my mother," he hugged me.

"You're a lot sweeter than usual. Any occasion?" I raised my eyebrow.

"No, Mom. Nothing special. Just felt like saying it," he shrugged his shoulder.

"Well, alright, then. Do you want me to drop you off?" I questioned, taking the last bite of my breakfast.

"If you don't mind, please," he answered.

"Of course. Just wait for me in front of the car. I need to go and grab the keys," I said.

"Don't need to. I already got the keys for you," he handed them to me.

"Thanks. Are you sure there is no occasion or anything special?" I asked.

"No, Mom. Nothing!" He laughed. I just nodded my head. It is strange to hear that from him. I mean, he is nice all the time, but he is too nice today. Something fishy is going on. We headed out of the house to the car. I unlocked the car and got in the car, driving him to school. As we arrived at school, Omar got out of the vehicle.

"Have a good day, sweetie," I smiled.

"You too! Drive safely, Mom," he said before walking away.

I exited the school parking lot and drove to my office. Once I was there, I got out of the car and trudged toward the building. I entered the building and began to head toward the elevator. The door to the elevator opened.

"Boss?!" Emily called, "this is for you." She handed me a mail.

"Who is it from?" I questioned, taking it from her.

"Don't know! It was in the mailbox. There wasn't a name on the front," she stated.

"Oh, okay then," I turned around to walk but turned back, "please bring the paperwork to my office. Thanks for the mail."

I smiled at her and pressed the button to the sixth floor. Waiting for the door to open, I checked my phone for anything new. Maybe something about Walid? The door opened, and I headed towards my office. Putting my coat on the sofa, I sat down on my chair. I opened the mail and began to read the letter; I stood up quickly. I read the mail repeatedly.

I grabbed my jacket as fast as I could and ran out the door. I accidentally bumped into Emily. Before she could fall, I quickly grabbed her hand, preventing her from falling to the ground. If anything happened to Emily, Jacob would have my head. It looked like weight training came in handy.

"What's the hurry?" She asked.

"Can't chat! I'll tell you everything later," I picked up my pace.

I got into the car and drove to my destination. I speed ahead, but the yellow light turned red, so I had to hit the break quickly. Why does the red light have to come right now?

Come on! Come on! Picking up my phone, I reread the mail.

Dear Mrs. Khan,

If you want to see your husband's life again, join me at the house across from John's Coffee Shop. Tsk! Tsk! Do not try to be smart with me. If anyone knows about this, then you can say bye-bye to your beloved husband, Walid Khan.

                                                                                                                                     Sincerely,

                                                                                                                                     Unknown :D

Honk! Honk!

I looked up to see the light, which had turned green. I hit the gas and drove to my target. Getting out of the car, I ran to the front of the house. It looked like a brand new house!

Who in the world would kidnap a person and take them to a new house?

As my heartbeat sped up, I slowly walked up to the front porch. I put my shaky hand on the doorknob and opened it. I took a deep breath and released it. Taking a step inside the house, I heard a loud groan that sounded like they were in pain.

Ya Allah! Please keep him safe. Do not let anything happen to him. As fast as my little legs could manage, I ran up the stairs. I stopped in front of an empty room. There was only a chair in the middle of the room, ropes on the ground, next to the chair leg. This was not good.

Where was he?

I searched the whole house, and he is nowhere. This was what got me worried.

"Walid! Walid!" I screamed, looking around. There was no answer. I ran to every single room in this house again to find him, but he was nowhere!

"Walid! Where are you?" I yelled, looking around the room.

A clearing of a throat sounded behind me, and I slowly turned around. There stood Walid Khan, with his arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps touch his shirt. You could see the muscles of his biceps as he leaned against the doorframe. The biggest smile appeared on my face. I ran over to him.

"Are you okay? Where were you? What happened? Who kidn*pped you? Wh-"

"Antonia, take a deep breath! I am fine. I am right here," he smiled.

I quickly hugged him and said, "I was worried. I thought something bad happened to you."

Reality hit me, so I pulled away quickly. I asked, "How did all this happen?"

"I did all this," he said, looking down.

"Excuse me," I grabbed his face and made him look at me.

"I am the one who wrote that letter. I did all this," Walid explained.

If this were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of my ears. The anger was building inside me fast.

I smacked him across the face.