To Be Loved

Chapter 9

When she opened the door, she found the housekeeper, Mrs. Turner, wearing her shoes. She is an Asian woman in her late forties. She had started working for them when they moved in. She was holding her bag in her hand and standing in front of the door from the inside.

"Good evening, Mrs. Turner, I see you are ready to leave. Are you going to meet Mr. Turner to recall the past days?" She knew I was teasing her.

"No, and good evening to you too. I am going to meet some of my friends at a café near my house." She said it with a scoff on her face, but I could see some blush crawling on her face, and she tried to hide it by acting mad.

"Why are you being hostile? I didn't say anything." I lowered my head and acted like I was sulking.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and said, "Stop being a child and the food at the dining table in the kitchen; reheat it, and please eat it."

"Why did you cook? I told you, don't cook until I tell you to." She was glaring at me like I had eaten her favorite pie.

"Because you need food to live, how could you survive with just a cup of coffee and a slice of cake? You better eat what I cooked or I will tell Mr. Omar," she threatened me while pointing her finger at me.

"What's wrong with you people and your threats? So what? Tell him I am a free woman, and I can do whatever I want!!" My tone was a little bit high.

"Did you finish?" she said with a raised eyebrow, this woman and her poker face.

"Yes," I said with a scowl.

"Good, now go change and eat. I cooked your favorite. Goodbye."

I raised my right eyebrow. "Oh, you want to get rid of me; what? Can't wait to meet Mr. Turner. Well, goodbye and say hi to him." She rolled her eyes and waved. I waved back and went into the mansion.

The entrance of the mansion is modern; there is not a hanging chandler; the color of the walls is warm; there are some antiques, and paintings on the wall, etc.

Jass took off her shoes, put them in the shoe cupboard, and went to the kitchen. She found some plates covered, and she removed the lids to find that the old woman had really cooked her favorite dish, 'Spaghetti alle vongole' with some salad.

She covered it back and went to the refrigerator to pour some orange juice. She poured some into a glass, took a few sips, and headed to the stairs to go to her room on the second floor.

When she reached the room, she put the glass on the dressing table and headed to the bathroom and lit it up, then washed her hands and face and dried them with the towel, then headed to the walk-in closet to get some black cotton pajamas consisting of a sleeveless top and shorts.

She didn't realize her movements were being watched, and she didn't see the figure who was leaning on the table with folded hands on his chest. There was almost a 'tsk' going out of his lips: 'This woman wouldn't feel if there was a thief in the house. Why did she only turn on the bathroom light?'

Jasmine started to undress; she removed her hijab to free her long brown hair to make it breathe, and she put the hijab on the dressing table chair.

The sitting figure was admiring her. She was still beautiful in his eyes, even after they had been married for seven years.

When she started to unbutton the first three buttons of the shirt she was wearing, the figure moved from the table, went towards her, and stood behind her. She still didn't feel him because she was still engrossed in unbuttoning her shirt.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, and just like that, a scream erupted from her lips, but she calmed down when the familiar perfume hit her nostrils and she felt that familiar touch.

'How could it be? He told her that he would come in 2 days.' She thought.

This must be a trick. She started to squirm to free herself, but the hands that were around her waist held her tightly. She was going to scream again, but he spoke.

"Baby, calm down; it's me.'' When she heard his hoarse voice, she stood still. She felt warm. Her husband finally returned.

"Omar, when did you come? You terrified the hell out of me, but I missed you." And in a second, she turned and hugged him while he was still holding her.

He hugged her tightly while putting his face in the crook of her neck—finally! He was at home. He lifted her up, and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist.

He walked to the bed and sat down on it while they were still hugging each other. He started to print some kisses on her shoulder, and she started to laugh.

He knows that place is a ticklish spot for her, but right now he doesn't care; he is holding her in his arms after a month. He tightened his hold on her and started to sniff her neck. 'Damn it!' She smells so good. She started to laugh loudly again.

"Baby, why are you laughing again?" he asked while still burying his face in her neck.

She removed his face from her neck, held it between her hands, and looked at his face. She saw his eyes twinkle like stars and hold so much affection and love for him.

"I missed you too, but stop smelling me. You aren't a dog, and I must smell bad." Omg… He is pouting like a child; if the people at the company see him like that, they will be shocked.

He caressed her cheeks and shook his head in a 'no', ''You don't smell bad, and if you were, I don't care".

"Eww, I care. So, when did you come?" she asked him while she was playing with his hair. She noticed that he was still wearing his work clothes, so she assumed he had come before her by a few minutes.

"At three o'clock."

"You came home so early, and you didn't tell me. That's unfair."

"I wanted to surprise you, but you surprised me first." He squinted his eyes at me.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything." He raised his eyebrows at me and brought his face closer to me.

"Really, what about 'Can you overlook this time and don't tell Omar' or 'What's wrong with you people and your threat? So what? Tell him, I am a free woman, and I can do whatever I want'. Who might have said that?" There was a teasing tone in his voice, and his wife looked like a wet puppy.

'Damn it! That traitor, how could he snitch on me and not inform me that Omar had returned?' She thought she had said it in a lower voice, but to her misfortune, her husband heard and shook his head. She didn't notice it because she was avoiding looking at him.

"Jass, baby, look at me." She looked at him, and he continued talking.

"He didn't tell me anything. I had heard everything, and they didn't tell you because I told them not to, and to be honest, they are more loyal to you than me." She was confused, and that appeared on her face clearly.

"What do you mean you have heard everything?"

''It means I was here when you called Johan and when you were speaking to Mrs. Turner, baby."

"What!!" He nodded his head 'yes' and she was shocked.

There will be scolding forces coming her way. She could feel it from a mile away.