Chapter 16 11: Ex-Fiancee Doctor

"Oh no! How about we get a new doctor, Hafiz? This won t do, she claims that she ll still waiting for me in the Eid message she had sent to me." If things were okay, if his voice was light enough to give enough room for joke, Na im knew Hafiz would ve laughed this off. "She s the only psychologist available, Sir. The rest are professors, men and we all know we need secrecy in this. Does she have to see a doctor?" "She has to, unless we want her dead and I'll have to be the murderer, then she might keep on staying as she is. but her head isn t straight and if I try to set it with my gun, she ll die, Hafiz." No matter the situation at hand, he heard Hafiz chuckled at how enigmatic his voice had sounded before he quickly sobered up. "Then I think to save a soul, we definitely need Dr Nafisa. I'll make up a story to her and will let you know of the main facts I've told her on our way there. I ve got you, Captain." "Thank you, Lieutenant. And I'm starving." Hafiz laughed before he ended the call and Na im slumped on the sofa. Was this the reason Abba kept saying he treated them good? Because he might someday need something which they had and Na im had never thought it would come this close. He tried to rake his brain to see if he had treated her right when they 'dated . He quoted the dating part in his mind because he doubted if it had ever happened. But when it became certain to him that he would never get to remember anything, he stood up and went into the bathroom. He showered again, because he was still not over from his anger and maybe if he showered, it might help. He was getting ready in the khaki Hafiz had sent to him yesterday when he heard the doorbell ring and he immediately picked his phone. A message from Hafiz. 'She s a refugee whose father has been taken abroad for medical purpose and her brother begged you to keep her for sometime because they have to leave together. You can t take her to the camp because she s suffering from a mental illness none of them know, so you promise to take care of her and find the cure for her illness while at it. Be at your charming, that ll make it easier for her to believe. What a weird yet unbelievable story, he thought. But it still made sense and might as well be easily accepted by her. And it turned out, Dr Nafisa was so glad to see him again that she didn t even pay heed to what Hafiz had said, all she was so eager to see was Na im and when he opened the door for them and mustered all his charm as Hafiz had said, she internally swooned. "Good morning, Dr, it s nice to see you again." She walked into the house beside Hafiz but her eyes were fixed on his face as he ushered them to seat. "We don t have anything in the house, I would ve offered breakfast to you, I'm sorry." She waved her hand dismissively at him with a wide smile. She seemed pleased to be in his company. "It s alright. Your Lieutenant have updated me in the matter at hand, and I'm so pleased to hear that it was you that needed my service, My Prince." He smiled at that, but internally, Na im wanted to scoff. Did she have to remind him that he was a prince always? Yet, there was a mistake in her sentence, he wasn t hers and never would be. "And I'm so thankful for accepting this, Dr. Can you meet her now? I'm sure she s up, I heard the water running in her bathroom on my way here." They all stood up, even though Nafisa wanted to speak more with him, but she knew she had the chance to do that now. Having meet him again this time was a sign from the universe giving her another chance and she would die before she lose it again. "Yes please, show me to her room." He did, but he stood by the door and she was the only one that entered before he walked back to the living room and found Hafiz already waiting for him. "What is it? I thought you d get in together with her?" He asked, bringing the food he had brought out. "I think I just said I heard the shower running in her room, should I have walked inside when she might ve just come out?" He replied sarcastically and it seemed that Hafiz s sense of humor was at its highest today, because he laughed at that. "Oh, the wife that isn t a wife in some ways." Hafiz sat down as he served the meals in two plates and Na im sat beside him, "You look furious, did something happen?" Na im was silent, he just dive into his meal as he had no intention of answering his question and when he was done, with Hafiz tired of asking him what was wrong and why he was in such a foul mood, he asked. "Is she here with her car? I want us to leave." "Yes, she is. But how do you know she drives? Did you remember something about her?" Na im hissed before he stood up, he didn t know how many times they were going to have this conversation with Hafiz. "You said she s 28th December, didn t you? And we all now the types of girls Alan Gubro gets me engaged with, they re rich daughters of billionaires or politicians or princesses and it s only natural if I guess she drives." He began walking towards the door, "Let s leave, maybe send her a message to tell her that something urgent has come up in the barrack and we re urgently needed. I need to check the palace to see if there are trusted royal guards and a maid to bring over here." Hafiz stood up and stared between Na im and the other food that wasn t even uncovered. "Her food, take it to her first and explain all that you ve said to me to Nafisa, then we can leave." Na im turned with a solemn look on his face, "Whose food? Hafiz, let s leave please. If I set my eyes on that girl again, nothing could stop me from strangling her to death." "You re the man here, Na im. I don't know what she did to have you this angry but you have to learn to keep your emotions in control. She s just a small girl that s obviously traumatized, please take it easy on her." He handed the plate to him and with reluctant hand, Na im took it. "The way you act towards her will give Nafisa the impression we want, and if you ignore her the way you want to do now, how is she going to believe that she s someone you re going to help? No one ignores and treats the one he s going to help this way, Na im..." "That s enough. I'll take the food to her." He was already on his way to the room when he said that and Hafiz stared at him with a soft smile on his lips. He loved the fact that Na im had the kind of heart he did. He knocked once and when he heard Nafisa s voice ushering him in, he turned the doorknob and entered. His initial intention was to ignore her existence in the room, just tell Nafisa the excuse he had created so they can leave. But the moment he entered, he felt her eyes on him. It was in a way one would when he entered a room full of thousands of strangers and his bestfriend walked in. That look of relief and the feeling of I'm finally safe since there s someone I know. Her eyes felt like a magnet that pulled his to her until he turned to where she sat far away from Nafisa and she quickly looked down at her fingers when their eyes met. He looked away from her face and stared back at Nafisa with a smile, "Here s her breakfast, Dr. I'd be glad if you help me make her eat, she hardly eats." Nafisa had her eyes fixed on him and she was staring at him with all the attention she had in her that it began to irk him with the way she looked at him. "No problem..." She began and he gently cut her off. "Something came up in the barrack and we have to leave before you re done. Please let s communicate later about what's bothering her if you are able to know what is it. I'll call you in the evening." The fact that Na im had said he would call her was enough to have her giggling, but she held a neutral look as she nodded her head. "I'll be expecting your call then, Captain." He genuinely smiled at her now that she had referred to him as Captain, and all the smile exchanges and the soft looks shared between them didn t go unnoticed by Maryam and she wondered if he was capable of talking naturally like this, of smiling this way and being soft, why was he so harsh on her? Why was it that the only thing he said to her was he was going to kill her if she didn t do this or that? Somehow, that thought depressed her even more and she didn't know why she broke into tears. She had always been loved by her father and only sister. He took her sister away to a place she didn't know, or he had killed her since it seemed to be his expertise to kill people, and he was always threatening her life and being so harsh on her. Just when she had thought that it might be his nature to treat everyone the way he treated her and she began to recall all that she had done to him yesterday, which had justified his actions towards her, she saw a different side of him today and it turned out the perception of him that she had only applied to her. He was about to turn the doorknob to get out of the room when he heard the shrill of her cry and it was as if he was rooted to his spot. Nafisa turned to her and chuckled sweetly, "Oh, dear, it s alright. I'll be here with you, okay?" Na im turned, not because he wanted but because he wanted to see her expression while she cried. And it wasn t the kind that said she didn t want him to leave or she was afraid that if he left she wouldn t be able to see him again and she would be all alone in this world. This was a different look and he wondered what she was crying about.