You're My Bliss.

Three: We Meet Again!

Dahir's POV.

I start panting, heavily.
I pick up my water bottle and gulp down the water.

"Can we go now?" Rayyan asks tiredly.
"You're in a hurry"
He glares at me "Of course I am. We workout for 2hours but somehow we're still here after 3hours"

I huff "Sorry, I didn't know time went by that quickly"
He nods "It's okay. Let's hit the showers and disappear"

"You're in a hurry, why?"
"My ex comes to this same gym, the last thing I want is to bump into her"

"Of course you will, didn't you two meet here"
"Exactly my point".

.

"You're driving but where are we going exactly?" He asks confused.

"Your place, where else?"
He tilts his head "Why have you been avoiding going home?"

I shake my head "No reason"
"Nah there's definitely something. You'd never choose to go to my place when you know there's no food waiting and it's a pigsty"

"So you know you live in a pigsty?"
"Cleaning up is not easy"

"Of course" I say back sarcastically.
"But really, you liked going home. But suddenly you don't, why?"

"Muhammed's wife is staying with us"
He gasps "As in, his ex wife?"
I nod.
"So? That's why you don't like going home? Is she chasing you? Insulting you? Molesting you?"

"Are those even questions?"
"So if she's not why are you avoiding home because of her?"
"My siblings have accepted her like she's part of the family and I can't stand her. Seeing her everywhere I go, being sent on errands with her"

"Why?"
"Because of the kind of person she is"

He huffs "What kind of person is she?"
"You're Muhammed's friend, I'm sure you heard it too".

"Yes I'm his friend and that doesn't change anything. Look, we only heard his side of the story and Muhammed has never been an angel, why should it bother me? Why do you let it bother you?"

"She married him for money, realized he wasn't the wealthy she wanted and left him"
He huffs "I see what this is about"
"What?" I asked annoyed.

"Habiba, you're angry because you think she's the same as Habiba"
"Isn't she?"

"I don't know but she's not Habiba, I know you're still heartbroken because she left you for an old, wealthy man but that doesn't mean they're all the same".

I nod "Maybe she's worse"
"Suit yourself but I should tell you that there is no food and my house is still a mess"

I huff.
"It's your choice".

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I didn't tell Muhammed that his wife has been staying with us, I don't think it's something I have to tell him because they're not married anymore, what she does isn't his problem.

My client walks out and Muhammed rushes in.
"So? How did that go? Did he agree?"

I studied engineering and I'm a real estate agent. And as you can guess Muhammed and I work in the same company.

"Well, I'm trying to convince him into selling his 85year old family home, it's not going to be easy"

He huffs and sits on the couch.
I walk over.
"What are you doing here? To make conversation?"

"Don't be a buzz kill"
I huff and sit across him "I think I'll just head home"

He nods "Do you mind if I come along? I hate going back to an empty house. And it's nice being around your family".

I stay quiet.
"I'll ask someone to come pick up my car"

At this point until Karima leaves that house I can never take Muhammed there. My parents and siblings will strangle me for being inconsiderate.

"How's everything with your wife?"
He frowns "Wife? We're divorced and she blocked me"

"Seriously?"
He nods "She's really trying to paint me out to be the bad guy and I'm not"

"Well, that's precisely why you can't come by"
He raises his eyebrows "Why?"
"She's staying with us"

His mouth drops "Karima? My Karima? In your house?"
I nod.
"Why?"

"I'm not sure about the reasons and honestly I'm not interested"

He smiles "We should go, see my wifey"
I smile "You're always welcome".

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"Come in" I say when the knocking continues.

Mutassim entered looking annoyed.
"Why was Muhammed here?"

I shrug.
He sits and huffs.
"Can't he be here? He's a friend and he comes here. Is that something new?"

He nods "It's not but you and I both know he shouldn't have been here"
"Because?" I ask playing dumb.

"Because Karima is here and their marriage ended badly"
"Come on, they were bound to meet anyway"

He looks at me "Why do you hate her?"
"I don't hate her, I just don't like her"

He huffs "Is this because of Habiba?"
"Don't mention her, it has nothing to do with her"

He nods "Fine then why do you hate her? She's a nice girl and she's trying her best to forget the past but all you do is hurt her. Please just give her a break"

"Fine".

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We all got up to exit the mosque but Abba calls me back.
There's a mosque here at home so we don't need to stress about leaving the house late.

I sit next to him.
"You all are always in a rush to go back to sleep during weekends"
I smile "You know I don't sleep back, I never do"
"Maybe you can teach your brothers that".

I nod "I will".
He takes a deep breath "I heard about what happened Thursday evening"

I stay quiet.
The sun was already rising and I have to go jogging soon.

"Yes"
"So can you tell me why it happened?"
I say nothing.

"You knew he was her ex husband and you knew what happened"
"I do, I just don't understand why everyone is acting like she's the victim"

"Is she not?"
"She's not Abba"

He nods "I've never known you to believe the words that comes out of one person's mouth. Especially because I've heard you talk about him, so I don't think this has something to do with Muhammed"

I stay quiet.
"Look, that girl is my responsibility just like your siblings and cousins and I can't let you torment her. She's here to pick up the remaining pieces of her life. She's been through a lot and I don't want anyone here making things more difficult for her"

I nod.
What I'd really like is to get my own place but my mother brings up the issue of dying each time, she can be so dramatic.

"Fine, I'll keep my distance"
He nods "And apologize too"

"What?" I ask shocked.
"You heard me"

I huff "Fine".

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