She Is My Hayaat

Chapter 30: Caught A Little Bug

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I was so caught up in my studies that I rarely had the time to go out anymore, unless it was running errands, and going back and forth between Mama's and my in-laws place. Izhar was getting busier at work too, coming home late, and working long hours. There was rarely anytime to spare.

I exhaled a deep and tired sigh as I closed my Anatomy and Physiology book. I capped the multiple pens I used to write notes and closed the notebook and the manual as well. I got up from the turkish rug that sat underneath the chestnut coffee table in the living room and put my stuff on the kitchen island when my phone rang.

It was Bhabi! As we spoke about anything and everything, she brought something up that caught my attention.

"So, when should I be expecting little Nourie's and Izhar's?" she retorted from the other side.

I choked on the orange juice I was drinking and walked out to the penthouse balcony. "Bhabi, are you feeling okay?" I chuckled.

"Nouran? Don't make me take my shoe off!" she huffed.

"Ya Allah Bhabi jaan! What made you think about this all of a sudden?" I asked and fidgeted with the steel railing of the glass balcony. It was in sheets of transparent glass placed perpendicularly to the white marble flooring, the steel rods and bolts clearly identifiable through the glass.

"Nourie, whether you admit it or not, you and Izhar both know we are dearly waiting to hear this news! Darling, it's been a year since your marriage," she said calmly.

I sighed and looked towards the sunset, it was beautiful subhanAllah. The colors painted the sky as if it were its canvas with reds, oranges, crimson, and scarlet; just like a booming and freshly ignited fire. I was astonishingly absorbed in its beauty till Bhabi called me over and over again.

"Are you even listening to me?" Bhabi chortled.

"Not really!" I admitted since there was no point in lying to her.

"Very funny!" she said.

I laughed and we continued talking until it was time for Maghrib prayer. As I raised my hands to my Lord and closed my eyes filled with placidity, I met with a small version of deep cerulean blue eyes with hints of dark bark behind my naturally pink coated lids. I couldn't help but whisper a small Ameen as a tiny smile turned the side of my lips upwards.

I wanted children, I really did, but it seemed like both Izhar and I were so engrossed with other things. Me with my studies and him with his work. We both loved children immensely, but never talked about having our own soon enough. Izhar always teased me perpetually that he would do this and he would do that with our kids, but what the future held for us was unknown.

As my eyes filled their hunger with the image my mind and heart had illumined, a lone tear trickled down my right eye. I sniffed and the smile never left my lips as I dragged my hands steadily down my face. I sighed and opened them, ready to pick up one corner of the teal and black Jai Namaz so I could fold it, but instead I met a face I patiently longed to see the whole day sitting by me.