His zawjati

ALL ABOUT MISTAKES

Appreciate what you have before it is snatched away

Amiyrah's pov:

Rubbing my eyes as I wake up to the sound of an alarm besides my bed. It was almost 7.15am. My eyes wide open, as I realised I'm almost late to work. Quickly getting off the bed making my way to the bathroom.

I was once again late and had to listen to dads' taunts. "can't I just have  space of my own and do whatever on earth I'd wished to?" softly questioning myself as I dress up into a black skirt and a polka dotted top. As Soon as i was done with my makeup, I walked out of  my room running down the hallway as i head towards the car. right after hopping in, i suddenly remembered the scarf dad had lectured me about.

I quickly walked back inside and grabbed the scarf and got back into the car. It was about to be the second most hectic day of my life. The comfort and late night fun was soon going to be out of question. Dad was hell bent on making me take over the company and start training.

Upon reaching the office, I walked in a rapid pace straight into my father's office with a silly grin on my face. "Good morning daddy." Greeted him as I walked to his table and sat on the couch besides it. "How many times should I tell you that it's Assalamualeikum and not any other form of greetings! As a Muslim, you should bear that in mind." He yelled as he stood up and walked towards me. A long lecture was about to start from his end. That was the reason too as to why I was saddened upon finishing my course and getting back home.

Trying hard to suppress my anger, as I ball my hands into a fist and clench  my jaws looking around the office to avoid eye contact with him. I wasn't in any condition to argue, knowing matters will go worse than it were. "Alright, alright! I'll make sure to keep that in mind the next time I come over." Spitting my decision in a mid tone as I stand with my arms across.

"Hoping to see a change in you Amiyrah," he added as he made his way back to his table and called in for the operations manager to start with my training promptly. "What training do I need? Haven't I studied with all that your company deals with? What did I go university for? I know my work!" Anger started to build up in me as I couldn't hold any longer to express how I felt, how much of irritated I felt being in the office and how desperately I needed to have a life of my own. I wasn't ready to work yet and have responsibilities of the company over my shoulder!. 

"Amiyrah It's not that I doubt your knowledge, but not all companies work the same way. And come to see you have zero work experience, which is why you are in need of training. To know how this company runs and what's required." Calmy explaining as his eyes filled up with tears. I never  understood the reason as to why he got emotional but all It looked like was an emotional blackmail.

I stood up stomping my feet as the manager walked in to guide me to the department i was to first start my training with. Everyone around looked joyous and happy with their work apart from me who was on the verge of breaking down into tears.

"Welcome to the finance department, Emily hewett here will explain how this section of the company runs." Aaqib the operations manager gestures ahead with a wide smile on his face. Only if I could slap the s**t out of him.

Ignoring his effort of introducing me to the staff, i quickly sit on the chair nearby and demand to start working rather than wasting time knowing whom I was dealing with. As it was, I wasn't interested. All I had to do was to know how to go about it and get done with.

"When is the day going to end?" Murmuring to myself as I looked around  at the earlier happy looking staff now staring at me with utmost surprise. "Hello!! I'm not a celebrity here for you all to stare at me! Get going with your work and pay less attention to what I do!" I announced angrily as I asked the so called Emily to continue with what she was about to explain.

It was almost lunch hour, when I grabbed my purse and walked out of the office without informing my dad. I quickly called in for a cab and went on my way to Ayman's. "Hey Ayman, hope you are at home, I'm on my way to your place." Sending in a message before getting to his place.

A buzz on my phone notified that I was running low on charge and I needed to get a quick response before my phone shuts down.

"Yes, though leaving in a while to Sam's for lunch, wanna join in?"

I thought for a while before agreeing to his offer of joining in for lunch with someone I never knew. But who cares? As long as I was away from the super boring company.

A couple of minutes later, I reached to the destination Ayman had texted. Upon looking at my phone, battery had drained already and I didn't know how to search for him in a humongous restaurant. Walking past the guards, I scan around the surrounding, loud music, disco lights, and many women dressed in short and elegant outfits.

For some reason I was scared, but excited at the same moment. This was the only way to scoff off my thoughts, putting my fear behind, I walked into the crowd hoping to see Ayman. Suddenly I see someone waving from the far end of a table, it was Ayman. My heart rests to peace as I make my way towards them.

"Hello what's up guys". greeting with a huge smile as i look around for possible ways to sit next to Ayman. unfortunately, i was forced to sit next to Sam. my heart started racing at a pace i could not measure. I could feel the sweat drenching my skin, in the back of my head i sensed something was not right, yet i stayed back keeping my pride and stubbornness ahead of me.

A few minutes went well, we all had quite a few shots of drinks, and ordered our food. just as the waiter has served us our meal, i suddenly feel quite a strong muscular hand caressing my thigh. It was Sam, but what was he trying to do? quickly pulling off his hand away and keeping my face straight and normal.I took in a few bites and this time round, he pulled my hand and squeezed it tight. i could feel my pulses beating within.

"what's wrong with you" i whisper to him.

"you look quite hot and attractive. how about hooking up tonight after the meal?." his eyes glued on to me.

"well, thank you but i'm not interested."

"why wouldn't you be? you seem like the easy go girl. in a group of boys, you're the only girl here!"

"well that doesn't give you the right to judge my character. stay in your limits otherwise..." i give him the angry glance of not messing up with me.

"otherwise what?" he replies suddenly holding on to my cheeks with his one hand squeezing them tighter.

i try to pull off but the grasp was tighter than i assumed.

"leave me alone you son of a b***h!" i speak through a squeaked mouth.

Ayman just stares at the whole situation not making a single move. my eyes filled with tears as i look at him, gesturing for help whereas Sam brings his face closer leaning in for a kiss. i close my eyes tight and kick him on his knee with my shoe. he groaned as his grip got lighter than before. i scratched his hand holding on to my face with long nails and escape from there as soon as he let go.

Running as fast as i could, i got out of the restaurant to get a cab. The road was loud and busy. Not a single cab was available. I looked behind one more time to check if i was clear from Sam. Suddenly i see him making his way towards the exit. blood pounded in my ears, i couldn't wait any longer. My hands started trembling in fear, yes i was in trouble and all i needed was someone to come get me out of the mess i got myself into.

I gaze around searching for hope as sweat trickled down my forehead. unexpectedly, i saw a face i had seen before but i couldn't recall where.  without wasting any time, i run towards the familiar stranger and hug him immedietly. I let out a sigh of relief and i murmur to him softly.

"please don't react, i am in trouble and need your help." looking at him with pity eyes

He looks at me innocently and nods his head. pulling off his jacket and covering me up as we walk away from the restaurant looking for an available cab to get me home.

Why did I feel so secured besides him? He was someone at least I had seen once but i can't recall where. We finally got into a cab. He was quite muscular, with hazel eyes and brown hair. A Perfect height a man should have. He kept what felt like staring at me until we reached our destination.

Upon reaching home, my father stood right at the entrance looking at me with piercing eyes. His eyes were blood red with anger flowing within him. Yes, I was in trouble and I had to explain my behaviour.

Looking around here and there as I walk pass by him when a hand holds me tight stopping me from going any further.