Wake up, my lady. It's time for breakfast. A lass in a saphron dress topped with a white apron approaches me with an apple juice in her hands. Handing it over to me with a gigantic smile.
I look at her in terror. Observing her hypnotic emerald eyes, sharp and pointed nose, small lips painted red, all summarized on a cat face. Where am I? I ask her calmly not wanting to attract attention. She looked at me with a warm smile. Mrs Husean sir just told me to wake you up I didn't mean to scare you. Who are you? I asked. "She is your favorite maid, Naira," A strange man with a heart melting smile came into the room.
Naira left the room leaving me with this breathtakingly handsome lad. Husean are you fine? You realize you are late for the press conference. Did something thing happen to you? If yes we can postpone the conference nothing is better than you being fine. I looked at him clearly speechless and just observing him casually talk to me yet he is clad in a dark green Muslim wear. Is that how you talk to strangers? I asked. You are not a stranger, you are my wife.
Since when? I thought in my head. How can I get a land title with my name written on already. At this moment he was speaking gently on his phone postponing whatever plans he had then looked at me expressionless and worried.
The next thing I heard was sirens then sleep seemed to take control of me.
I woke up staring at a white ceiling, life support machines clearly it's not the room I was in. It was beautiful but scary. The stranger came back in looking extremely worried with anger in his eyes. Husean, didn't I warn you not to take the lemonade at the cafeteria? He asked emotionless. Now look who knows how long it will take for you to recover your memories.
Who are you? I asked. So now you want to know who I am after failing to listen to me and you expect me to be with you in this situation. Infact I should just send you to your qrannies. At least they have time for you. Am sorry it's just that you continue ignoring my orders now look. You can't even recognize yourself. This time a drop of tears fell down his smooth cheek.
I am sorry sir but I don't understand what you are trying to say. I said looking down trying to gather confidence to face him. "Hamdan. Call me Hamdan. He said as he moved out of the room.