Cursed With Beauty (5)

I ran upstairs to mom, who had been in bed for so long. It seemed that going down the stairs was hard enough for her, and so she did not leave her suite.

Me: Mom..?

She gave me a questioning look

Me: mom, what did Khalid tell you?

Mom: Khalid wants a wife while I'm this sick in bed! Can he get any more inconsiderate?

She said jokingly.

Me: hahahah! Didn't he ask for specifics? Anything?

Mom: hmm, someone who'll be there to greet him after work. Someone calm and sweet.

Me: Any physical features?

Mom: she has to have fair skin, black, long hair. Not necessarily thin, but healthy to say the least.

So that was what mom could tell me, after that I sat down by her tummy, and chatted with the little creature inside.

The next day I woke up, and found a couple of boxes on my bedside. I got out of bed, freshened up, and ran out my room. Dad had come back from his trip! His business deal went through smoothly and he wanted to take us to dinner later that day. After welcoming him back, he went to rest in their room, and I went back into my room.

I sat on the sofa and started tweeting, so many events made me compress my emotions, and I felt the need to tweet!

I got more mentions from Saif. I ignored him to the point he felt the need to send me direct messages, suddenly admitting his love for me.

At that point it had to end, I replied to him, telling him the cold truth. There was and will never be something going on between us. I may have been harsh, but for him to think that I'd stoop low for him hurt. Had he no respect towards me, did he not consider my feelings? Those questions circulated in my head, making my anger stronger by the second.

When I realized how bad it went, I had to clean up after my explosion. I apologized sincerely, and also stated strongly that there's much more to love than mentions or replies, but then it got worse. He began telling me about how I won't find someone like him, how he's different, how he's willing to do anything for me. It all shocked me, how he was going to give up all he had just for me to only accept his feelings?

Well, at that moment when I had decided to reject him, curiosity hit me. " Why would you love someone like me? What have I ever done?"

A lot of questions, but after sending, there was no turning back. Maybe something would clear it up for me..