Semua Bab Behind A Smile : Bab 111 - Bab 120

"Ibrahim..." Zynah's voice trailed. "How have you and Adnan been?" He inquired, his voice carrying the familiar warmth. "Surviving," She responded. "We have been fine, I guess. How are things over there?" "I had been expecting you'd call to check up on me, but you didn't," he voiced, his tone laced with disappointment. "I guess you've been extremely busy to do that." "I..." Momentarily, Zynah trailed off, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry about that, I have been preoccupied with things. It wasn't intentional at all." "I know," he said. "But at least you should have called to check on me. We're supposed to have each other's back, you know." He added, then paused for a while. "By the way, I want to know how the divorce process is going." Zynah heaved a sigh. "I haven't even spent a month here yet. Quite some time left before the divorce is finalized." Ibrahim's response was a low grunt. Then, a bombshell. "What if I told you that you don't have to wait for that

Bilal pulled over in front of the house and alighted the car to get the door for Adnan, but before he could, Zynah had already done that. His gaze lingered on her for a little too long. He didn't fail to notice her foul mood. The urge to ask her about it was a huge one, but caution held him back. He didn't want her to feel like he was crossing a boundary. His lips parted, then closed, the unspoken question dying on his tongue. "When you're done, please give me a call, I'll come get you both," he began, his voice gentle. "Or...I could wait for you to get done and..." He trailed off as he sought the right words. Zynah could only hum in response. Her eyes filled with an emotion that couldn't quite be deciphered. Her eyes held his captive for a fleeting moment before she turned away, taking Adnan's hand. "Let's go Adnan." Instantly, Adnan wriggled out of Zynah's grasp and sprinted towards his father, his small hands wrapping around Bilal's legs. "Please don't go, Daddy," he ple

"Zy...Zynah." Rashida's voice broke as she approached Zynah. Her eyes always filled with arrogance and disdain, were now replaced with remorse. Omar appeared from behind Rashida, extending his hand to Bilal for a handshake. "Assalamu'alaykum." "Wa' alaykum salam," Bilal answered, taking his outstretched hand. "We were just about to go to your house," Omar said, his gaze shifting between Zynah and Bilal. "I'll just go straight to the point," he cleared his throat before continuing. "In life, we make mistakes, sometimes big ones that cannot be overlooked, while most of the times, small ones that are not even noticeable by humans. Rashida made a terrible mistake - a mistake she regrets deeply. She wishes to seek your forgiveness. Please find it in your hearts to forgive her." Bilal lowered his head, his eyes cast downward. "Frankly speaking," he began, his voice low. "I don't believe I deserve an apology. The mistake wasn't hers alone. In fact, it's more of my mistake than h

Zynah's lips spread into a broad smile. "For real? Oh my God! This is great news. It's the best I've gotten all day! Who is he? Tell me who the lucky man is!" Ramlah blushed, burying her face in her folded palms. "You know him already." "I do?" Zynah asked, tilting her head to the side as she tried to piece together the puzzle. "I don't think so. Who's he?" "It's Doctor Muslim," Ramlah replied, freeing her from her thoughts. Zynah's eyes widened in disbelief. "Doctor Muslim? Adnan's doctor?" Ramlah nodded, a shy smile gracing her lips. "Yes, Adnan's doctor." Zynah's expression shifted, a thoughtful frown replaced her initial surprise and excitement. "He seems like a good man, but..." She hesitated, her voice filled with concern. "How well do you know this man to have agreed to get married already, Ramlah?" "He's a good man, sis," Ramlah's voice held confidence. "I know it in my heart. He's never given me any reason to doubt his intentions towards. me. What do yo

In as much as Zynah wanted to keep being in denial of his genuine feelings towards her, she knew she would only be lying and deceiving herself. She had been doing it for far too long now, she couldn't keep up with it anymore. But did she still love him? She strongly doubted it. Not after everything he put her through. Tears prickled her eyes as she recalled the good old times when they used to be so in love with each other. She had been so willing to do anything and everything just to make him happy. She had given him everything — her heart, her soul, her life. She didn't even realize she was lost in a trance, until she felt Bilal's warm palms on her cheeks, caressing her soft, flawless skin. She had already began to forget the feel of his touch. It was a reminder of what they had lost. "I will love you forever, even in the hereafter. I promise never to hurt you ever again, Zynah." He vowed, his eyes holding nothing but sincerity. "You have my words. I just want you to give me a