REMARKABLE

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Read 57 and 58, before.

I don't know but I think this chap is dumb my bros. 😞😞 but I am hoping you'd like it...

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"Where are you going, Yahya Firas?" Yahya Firas looked up and then, resumed putting his neatly folded shirts inside his suitcase when she barged inside the room. He had changed into a clean T-shirt and jeans, Armineh's eyes zeroed in on his passport and his tickets beside the open bag.

He didn't think she'd return from the office so early, it was only four o clock in the evening.

"Leave my hand, Armineh," He scolded her, lightly when she took his hand in hers and made him face her, he dropped the shirts.

"Yahya Firas... do you think I haven't noticed you slipping out of bed when you think I have fallen asleep? You're not in bed when I wake up. We don't talk anymore, I barely see you and you're leaving, just out of the blue. Why didn't I know anything about it? What's the matter? Tell me," Armineh said, softly, swiftly moving to block his path.

Yahya Firas scoffed as if she didn't already know.

"Who told you I was leaving?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

Sinan?

His brothers?

"No one. I had a dream. Please, Yahya Firas," Armineh crooned.

"I'll be late for the flight, Armineh. We'll talk about this, later. Leave my hand," Yahya Firas didn't pull his hand out of her gentle grasp, he knew her enough to know she would take it, back. She wasn't one of those people who gave up.

"Sit down and I'll leave your hand. Give me a few minutes of your precious time and I won't stop you, again." She took a deep breath, looking at him, expectantly. "Just sit, please."

Armineh patted the space beside him but Yahya Firas sat on one of the chairs, facing her, trying not to be disappointed in himself for doing that to her.

Away from her. He needed to be away from her.

He sat down, slowly and bent over his knees, fixing his on the polished shoes he wore.

"Why are you doing this?" A simple question.

Yahya Firas stood, up wordlessly but Armineh was relentless. She followed him and before he knew it she had closed the door. She stood against it and flattened her palms against his cheeks, "Tell me. Tell me, do you think that's what I want or you're choosing for me, again?"

"Answer me," Her hands journeyed down to his arms and she shook him, almost as if she was trying to shake some sense into him, as well.

"You lied to me," Yahya Firas muttered, weakly. He had lied, as well.

"I have never lied to you, Yahya Firas. How could I have ever known this would happen? How could I have ever known that Ahsan was your best friend or Ardashir, your cousin? It's not like you came to my first wedding. Out of millions of people in the world, How could I have ever known that two men I have ever been associated with would be related to you, somehow? Should I blame you for being related to them? Should I blame you for marrying me and putting me in this position when you couldn't have even known this would happen even in a million years? You're being unfair, it's not like it's in my hands just like it wasn't in yours," Armineh reasoned.