All Chapters of Am I married?: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Tessa broke up with me." Ryan says.We are sitting in the hospital's cafeteria after finishing our snacks just to chatter about our lives. I'm planning to spend the night here and then go to the foster home to get some rest and Ryan has decided to accompany me. I don't mind. I want to talk to him because it has been almost a year we last saw each other."Wait, what?" I question in astonishment."Yeah, she left me. She said she needs some time to sort out her feelings." He shrugs, trying to hide his sadness."What kind of reason is that?" I wrinkle my nose in confusion, "Did you do something?"Ryan looks more mature and manlier than before. He has warm brown hair, craggy, fair skin and grey eyes. His grey eyes have light bluish flecks, looks ice blue in the sunlight. I've seen Ryan growing up. I have observed how he transformed from a skinny, teenage boy to a full-grown man. It was tempting at that time when I started looking at him as a man. Even o

I sit on the passenger seat of Ashar's car. Resting my head on the seat, I gaze at the road traffic through my side of window as he starts the car. "You shouldn't have come here." I say."Why?"I look at him, "Ryan has already seen you. These people are like a family to me. It's not easy to pretend or lie to them.""Why are you scared? Is it because they have never seen you with a guy before?" He gives me a brief glance.I widen my eyes, "You're talking nonsense." "You're avoiding the question." He smirks."That's not my point, Ashar." I sit upright, "I'm too stressed out to argue with you. Just tell me why are you doing all this when in our every conversation you showed your strong resentment for me? Why are you donating money to my foster home? Why are you here and bothering yourself for my problem?" I want to know why he's doing all this. He should be in his office or doing his work, but he's here with me.

I blink my eyes open, look around. Chilly feeling and car's room replay the last scenario. I immediately rise, settle my hair and come out of the car. When I drifted to sleep, it was day time and now it's night. I search for Ashar through my eyes. Five minutes later, I see him talking on his phone and coming towards his car. He stops when he sees me. I don't know what he did during the time I was sleeping in his car. He didn't even wake me up. However, sleep helped me. My headache is gone and I restore my strength also. I'm feeling better. "You woke up." He says when he comes to me. "Yes." I get nervous. "How are you feeling now?" "Better. You should've woken me up. I slept long." "No problem. You looked peaceful." Did he see me sleeping? Now I'm embarrassed. "You would've a hard time because of me." He shakes his head, "No. I've another car. I called my driver. I went to meet some people, you know offic

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I get your attention please." Someone's loud voice breaks my trance. Ashar and I both turn our heads. Everyone else in the restaurant do the same. There is a young man with copper hair who is standing at the stage connected to a wooden dance floor with a wireless mic close to his mouth. "Today is the day when I first time confessed my love to the woman who is my fiancé now." He smiles, "Since the happiness in me is overflowing so I can't keep it to myself anymore, thought to share with all of you." He turns to his right, "Natalia, I want to say I still love you very much and my heart still races the same way like it raced when I saw you first time." "Awe." I exclaim aloud and smile. That's cute. I'm not the only who reacted like that. Other people in the restaurant also applaud for them and express their awe's in unison. That man walks over, taking the flower bouquet from the waiter and sits on his knees in front of the woma

Distractedly, I push open the door of his bedroom and we both step inside. I move my eyes around. It's my first time coming to Ashar's room. The familiar scent of his minty cologne touches my nostrils. Room is furnished with light and dark shades of purple, make me think that he has some sort of likeness for the purple color. It has large glass doors, led to the small balcony. At the end of the bed, a white rug covers the space on which two geometrical designed arm chairs are placed. There are few pictures of him and some paintings hanging on the walls. His room looks clean and peaceful. Everything is placed on its rightful places. "Do you like purple?" He let out a breathy laugh, "Yes. Purple is warm." Purple is warm, just like him. Sometimes he's warm and thoughtful too. I bring him near his bed. He moves his arm from my shoulder and sits on the bed, still massaging his forehead. "Get some rest. You'll feel better." I say.