I Loved Khadija Novel Chapter Thirteen
Months passed, and everything remained the same. Khadija avoided Zain and became extremely jealous when she saw him around Yara. She was overcome with emotion when she saw her flirting with him and talking to him. She envied her because she was his wife, and she was a stranger to him.
One day, Khadija was sitting with Fatima. Khadija had a pile of books and references in front of her, and she was sighing with boredom.
Khadija: Ugh. I'm so tired. All this worrying. I'm giving myself a headache.
Fatima: Hahahahaha. Pull yourself together. Your exams are only a week away.
Khadija, grumbling childishly: I know, and I'm already tired. Your grandson is annoying me, your son is driving me crazy, and the exams are over. What should I do?
Fatima: Hahahahaha. By God, you're a disaster. My son has even become a breeze and doesn't do anything. From work to home, you're treating him unfairly. And my grandson is now spoiled and free to do whatever he wants. Tell me, has he started moving and kicking?
Khadija: Hahaha. Yes, Mama, he's moving and kicking. He's also kicking. He looks like he'll grow up to be a soccer player.
She and Fatima were talking and laughing. Zain came in at that moment to hear her voice and laughter, which he adored. He'd finally seen her; she always ran away quickly when she saw him and rarely sat with him in the same room. How much he missed her.
He came in quietly and smiled.
Zain: Good evening.
Fatima: Good evening, my love.
As soon as she heard his voice, her heart skipped a beat; she always went upstairs to her room before he came home. Today, he came early. She wanted to enjoy looking at him, but she restrained herself and straightened up, gathering her books and papers to go upstairs to her room and away from him.
Khadija, gathering her things: "Good evening, how are you, Zain?"
He approached them and sat on the seat next to his mother, looked at her fondly, and smiled.
Zain: "Thank God. How are you and how is your uncle's lover? Your tiredness is definitely not like that."
Khadija, confused: "Thank God. It's okay, I've gotten used to it. Excuse me, I'm going out and I'll go."
Zain, eagerly: "Why don't you stay with us? Where is Marwan? He hasn't come yet?"
Khadija: "No, he's been staying late all this time because he's preparing for the new project."
Zain: "Okay, stay with us. Yara will be here soon. She called me and will finish her clinic and come back. It's been a long time since we met."
Khadija gritted her teeth in anger and jealousy. This idiot wants me to wait for his wife to sit with them and watch them flirt. I'm standing there fuming. And dying of grief...
Khadija angrily: No, it's okay. I have studying to do. You two stay up late as you like.
Fatima: Fine, why don't you sit with us and we all have dinner together? And Zain will help you with your studies until Mayara comes back and we have dinner. Just sit and listen.
Khadija embarrassed: No, it's okay. I don't want to tire myself out, Zain. I'll go study and when Yara comes, I'll come down to have dinner with you...
Zain stood up and stood in front of her, teasing her: Who told you I'd tire myself out? I'm at your service, my lady. Tire me out however you like. Come on, just listen to what I'm saying.
She sat down, her heart pounding from being in the same place with him.
Fatima stood up: I'm going to prepare food with Umm Ahmed until Yara comes back.
And I'll send you some tea.
He sat on the seat next to her.
Zain: Hey, ma'am, tell me what you were studying.
Khadija struggled to find her voice. His closeness confused her, and his scent made her lose her mind. She wanted to run away from him. But she tried to hold herself together so as not to attract attention and suspicion.
Khadija: Uh-huh. Law.
Zain: Ummm, law. This is one of the hardest subjects, really. But don't worry, I'll tell you a way to make it easier for you to memorize the rules.
Khadija, with a scared, crazy heartbeat: Okay.
Zain happily: Look, ma'am...
He was explaining to her while she tried to concentrate as much as possible. He, too, was struggling to appear fully focused on what he was saying. Even though he was experiencing a strong internal conflict. Between her being his lover and the love of his life, and her being his brother's wife and also pregnant with his son... But the heart... aaaah, the heart, its wisdom, and its beats that beat in her name alone...
Zain smiled quietly: "Yes, my lady, you get it now."
Khadija smiled with admiration: "Honestly, yes, I get it... You're an amazing lecturer. It's a pity you're not a professor at the university, instead of the suffocating professors we get to teach."
Zain laughed at her frivolity as she mentioned her lecturers: "Hahahahaha. No, really. No, my lady, the internal affairs job is enough for me, despite its difficulty, but I find myself in it."
He looked into her eyes lovingly. "Just tell me, if I were teaching at your university, would I be a comfortable doctor or a suffocating one?" You and your friends are cutting into my fruit...
Khadeeja: Hahahahaha. No, no, don't worry, they would have loved you.
Then she got lost in his eyes. The problem was that they would have left the lecture and delved into you. They would have gotten lost in your eyes, your beauty... your calmness, your manliness... they would have gotten lost in your hope and steadfastness that would force anyone to admire and become attached to you...
His heart skipped a beat from her description!!! No, she was just being polite, nothing more. Be balanced and reasonable, Zein, please... And Zein laughed to hide his burning longing for her words. "No, sheikha. Do you think so...?!"
Khadeeja was overwhelmed by her heart's deception, which forced her tongue to speak and reveal... "Hahaha. Yes, and Yara would have killed you..."
He didn't realize what he was saying as he asked her: "And what about you!!!!!"
Her smile faded, and she was confused by his question. What does he mean? Me!!!! Me what!!!!
He woke up with a start: Ahem. No, I mean, are you going to let them act like your brother!!!! What, aren't you going to change?!?
Khadija, with hidden jealousy and longing: No, don't worry, I wouldn't have left them. You know how precious you are to me... I would have bitten them...
Zain looked at her longingly and laughed: Hahahahaha... and you're also very precious to me, Dija... very much.
The two of them were staring into each other's eyes with infatuation. But each of them denied the love they saw in the other's eyes. They lied to themselves and convinced themselves that they were delusional. Imagining... dreaming... and that this look was nothing but a mirage that they interpreted as they pleased...
Yara entered at that moment to see this scene, the two of them drowned in a sea of eyes, and if they hadn't stopped themselves, they would have been in each other's arms by now. She felt shriveled up and jealous of Khadija for the first time.
Yara, jealous and angry: Good evening.
The two of them looked at her, each as if they had returned from a faraway place. With dreams and aspirations they longed for and dreamt of.
Khadija, confused, was certain from Yara's look and tone that she was jealous. She cursed herself because her eyes had betrayed her.
Khadija: M
Good evening. How are you, Yara?
Zain deep down wished that Yara would be late so he could enjoy his time with Khadija.
Zain sighed, straightened up, and looked at Yara steadily, facing the jealous look in her eyes.
Zain: Good evening. Thank God you're safe.
Yara: Sorry I interrupted you.
Khadija shyly gathered her things: No, no, we're done, Zain, but he was explaining something to me.
Zain: Where's the rest, Dija? We're all having dinner. Mom's preparing the food.
Yara gritted her teeth: Zain, can you come with me upstairs? I really need you.
Zain sighed angrily: Yes, please.
He turned to Khadija and gave her a friendly look. Dija, tell Mom we won't be late, okay?
Khadija nodded lightly, "Okay..."
He went up with his wife to their room, and Yara deliberately kept him with her until they came back down so she wouldn't let him be alone with Khadija again. Jealousy had entered her heart, and the matter was over. She would never leave again.
Marwan came, and they all sat down and ate dinner. Despite everyone's presence, Zain followed her with longing. Her every turn, every gesture, did not escape him. He secretly smiled whenever he remembered their conversation a short while ago and how she had been close to him. He let out a sigh filled with complaint and reproach at fate, which had made her sit in front of him next to his brother, while he sat next to Yara. But perhaps God would bring about something else after that. !!!!???
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The days and months passed, and each day Khadija's pregnancy progressed, and her due date drew nearer.
As for Yara, her suspicions and assumptions were confirmed—that her husband had feelings of love for Khadija, not just brotherly feelings, or because he was her husband's brother.
No, she was a woman. A woman who understood and knew love well. The eagerness she saw in Zain's eyes when she saw Khadija spoke of love and passion. She had never seen that look in her eyes since her marriage to him.
One night, Khadija was sitting alone in her room. Marwan had been late to work, as usual, recently. He was about to launch a huge project for his company.
She began to feel a strange pain in her lower abdomen, a pain she hadn't experienced since the beginning of her pregnancy. The pain increased and increased, and she was no longer able to bear it.
He was standing on the balcony of his room, exhaling smoke from his cigarette and sighing heavily and heavily. He felt a tightness in his chest, the cause of which he didn't know. Something was telling him she wasn't well, or that she was in pain. But he doesn't know the reason for this feeling...
His wife came up behind him and hugged him from behind, sighing longingly. She missed him, as he had just returned from a work assignment. She was burning with desire for him...
Yara said in a loving tone: "I miss you so much, Zain."
He threw down his cigarette, turned to her, and smiled. He felt her love for him, and he could never reciprocate this love with coldness and indifference. She was his wife, after all... and she had rights over him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled.
Zain: "How much do you miss me?!"
Yara flirtatiously pulled him closer to her so that there would be no distance between them. She took steps back as they entered the room together, whispering longingly against his lips...
Yara, coquettishly and softly, said, "You'll soon know how much I've missed you..."
She reached out and untied her silk robe, revealing a very seductive silk gown underneath, with a powerful scent that was truly arousing. She approached him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. He hugged and kissed her back, unable to resist her in this state. In a moment, they were in bed, sipping from his sea of masculinity and tenderness.
He imagined her as the one in his arms. He was kissing her, embracing her, feeling her, not Yara. After he finished, he woke up to find Yara in his arms...
He got up from her and leaned his torso against the foot of the bed, closing his eyes tightly as he scolded himself for this thought... rebuking his mind and heart for this madness... He thought about her and longed for her, unable to control himself at all... Aaaah, my cursed love forces me to make mistakes... I apologize to you, my brother, but I swear to God that I was forced, not by my will... I'm sorry to you and her...
He was awakened from his thoughts by the coquettish movement of her fingers over his chest muscles.
Yara smiled and kissed him: "I missed you that much. I thought I was the only one who missed you..."
Zain sighed quietly: "Why do you say that? Of course I miss you."
Yara: "That's true, Zain, I miss you.!!"
Zain: "Yes, of course. Why are you surprised?!!"
Yara: "Zain, since we got married, you've never told me you love me. Why?!" I really want to hear it from you...
Zain gritted his teeth. He had tried repeatedly to say it to her, even if it was a lie, but he couldn't. He felt that his tongue wouldn't obey him when he uttered it to anyone but her. She alone possessed his heart...
Suddenly, he was startled when he heard her voice... calling for help.
Zain eagerly: "Dijah..."
Yara jealously and mischievously: "Dijah!!! Why did he bring up her name now!!!"
Zain worriedly: "I can hear her screaming..."
Yara gritted her teeth angrily and jealously: "No, I didn't hear anything... Leave her alone and focus on me. Is it possible... She must be with her husband... if she was screaming at all?"
He felt his wife's haste and jealousy and tried to calm down... Perhaps he was still imagining her voice... Maybe!!!!?
.....
Her pain intensified and she could no longer bear it. She let out a loud scream, venting the unbearable pain she felt. But no one helped her.
She endured the pain, put on her hijab and niqab, and left the room, dragging her feet, as she could no longer walk on them. But it was over. She couldn't do any more. She felt something warm running down her legs. She looked and saw blood gushing from them profusely. Her strength failed her, and she let out a succession of screams that echoed loudly throughout the house...
He jumped up from beside her in bed, startled.
Zain frantically: "No, no, this is really Dija. That's the sound of her screaming... I have to find out what's wrong with her!!!!!"
Yara, jealously and angrily, gritted her teeth: "And then, a little while ago, you said this, and I told you you didn't hear anything. That's enough. Why is her voice ringing in your ear like that?!"
But this time, he didn't listen to her and quickly put on his clothes so they could find out what was going on...
Yara frowned: "Why are you getting dressed? Where are you going?!"
Zain, nervously and angrily: "I'm telling you, I heard her screaming. You don't understand. I'll wait."
What's wrong again!!!!?
He left her seething with anger. When he went out into the corridor, he found her lying flat on the floor, crying and in pain, alone, with blood soaking her clothes...
He panicked and ran to her, his heart nearly rupturing with fear for her. He extended his arms to lift her off the ground and hug her tightly, his tears almost betraying him and falling with grief for her condition.
Zain, terrified: "Dijah. What happened? Answer me... How do you feel?!"
Khadija, in pain and tears, clutched his shirt tightly, calling out to him: "I'm going to die. I can't do it, Zain. My stomach is tearing up... I'm going to die. Help me, Zain. I kiss your hand. For my sake... I can't do it."
Zain, tenderly: "May evil be far from you. Don't say that... Don't be afraid. I'm with you. I'll never leave you."
In a loud voice that would frighten the dead. Yaraaaarraa... Yaraaaa Waata!
She ran out at the sound of his voice calling her loudly. She headed towards them and saw him hugging her. She clung to him tightly. She stood staring at them in astonishment.
Zain angrily: Why are you so absent? Why don't you come and see what's wrong with her... She's bleeding and her condition looks critical.
She was startled by him and approached her and added coldly:
Yara: This is premature labor. She's still in the seventh month. We need to take her to the hospital.
Zain fearfully hugged her to his chest despite himself: Okay, try to save her here. Her blood is draining...
She straightened up and twisted her mouth in anger: It's no good. There aren't any facilities here. We need a hospital. I'll call the hospital to send her a car.
Zain, gesturing and carrying Khadija in his arms: I'm still waiting for the hospital to send a car. She'll die. Come on, hurry up, get ready! I'll take her downstairs in the car... and you come to us, hurry up...
He headed to the stairs and went down quickly and frantically, his heart almost stopping from pounding and panicking for his little girl he was holding in his arms, in pain and bleeding...
She stood staring at him in astonishment, unable to believe he loved her to this extent.!!! Why have I never seen you so eager for me!!!!
Zain, as he went down the stairs, turned to her angrily: "Quick. Come on, Yara, finish quickly... Why are you so absent-minded?!"
She went, put on her clothes, and went downstairs to meet them. His mother went with them too. They all headed to the hospital. All the way, he was banging on the car engine furiously every time he heard her screams and groans that cut into his heart like a sharp knife...
Once they arrived at the hospital, he took her inside with him, and they took her out to prepare her for surgery. He went to his wife and asked...
Zain, please: Yara, please take care of her if you love me. Don't let anything happen to her... Understand!!!
She was trying to suppress her jealousy as she saw the fear and panic peeking out of his eyes at her like that.
Yara, with fake indifference: Don't worry, I'll do my duty because I'm a doctor. Not for your sake... She's just like any other patient with her child... Excuse me...
He felt embarrassed and leaned his back against the wall, understanding the meaning of her words. She seemed jealous. He was certain that his feelings had betrayed him while he was worried about her... But it doesn't matter... What matters now is that she... My little girl gets out of here safely, not hurt... Yes, that's the most important thing...
His mother went to him, patting him on the shoulder... quietly and sadly... The truth had seeped into her heart...
Fatima, tenderly: Okay, my love, I called your brother and told him!!!
He hit his head hard, completely forgetting to call his brother and tell him about Khadija's birth. His excitement over her made him forget everything. He took out his phone and called his brother...
Zain nervously: "Sorry, Mom, I just forgot because I was so worried about Khadija. I'll call him in a second..."
And indeed, he called his brother... "Yes, Marwan, where are you?!"
Marwan: "I'm having dinner with clients. What's going on?!"
Zain nervously: "Drop everything and come quickly to the hospital. Khadija is giving birth." Quickly..."
Marwan worriedly: "What are you saying? She's only in her seventh month!"
Zain closed his eyes in fear and anxiety: "That's what happened. Come quickly, Marwan."
Marwan: "Okay... okay... I'm coming. I'm coming..."
He hung up with his brother, sighed wearily, and rubbed his nose in exhaustion.
Fatima gently: "What should I tell you, my love? Why don't you go home and change your clothes? They're covered in blood. And rest. You haven't had time to rest yet, and you just got back from the mission."
Zain denied eagerly: "No, no, mom, it's impossible... I can't leave until I'm reassured about Dija... until she gets out safely..."
Fatima, with tears of regret: "You love her that much!!!"
Zain looked at his mother in shock: "She... hahaha... she... who!!!"
Fatima, with tears: "Dija. Don't you love her too?!"
Zain swallowed hard, fearing exposure: "Yes, of course, she's my little sister... Don't you know... She's also become my brother's wife and will bring us a part of us all..."
Fatima calmly reassured him: "Yes, of course, I know. May God keep you all together, my love... May you also have the same..."
What should I tell you? Take me to her room to perform ablution, pray, and pray for her at dawn. So here it is..."
Zain called the nurse to take his mother to the room to perform ablution and pray...
Fatima: "Why don't you come with me so we can pray together?"
Zain was embarrassed, since he wouldn't be able to pray in that state..."
Zain said with a sigh: "Uh-huh. No, Mom, I'm sorry. I'll pray when I get home... You can see my clothes are covered in blood. When I get back, I'll wash and pray."
Fatima understood that he couldn't pray and that he was with his wife. What happened to Khadija confused him and he couldn't wash himself.
She nodded in understanding and went with the nurse. She performed ablutions, prayed, and said her prayers for herself...and her sons...and wished them eternal love, affection, and peace of mind...
He continued to pace the operating room, angry and anxious, until his brother came running.
Marwan: "Okay. Reassure me, how is Dija?"
Zain worried: "I don't know, I took so long to get in. I'm dying of worry."
Marwan looked at his brother's clothes in panic: "This is Dija's blood!!!"
Zain sighed sadly: "Yes, she bled a lot..."
Yara came out, looking exhausted and tired.
Zain rushed over to her: "Yara, reassure me, how is she doing!!!"
Yara ignored him and turned to Marwan to reassure him. He was more deserving of her help, her husband...not you, my husband.
Yara: Deeja had a premature birth and bled a lot. But thank God the bleeding stopped and the baby is fine. She gave birth to a beautiful boy. Congratulations, Marwan.
Marwan sighed in relief: Thank God... Thank God. Thank you so much, Yara... The baby is healthy, reassure me...
Zain, anxiously looking after her, not the baby: And she... She's more important, Yara... She's fine!!!!
Yara angrily: Thank God she's fine. They'll put her in her room and she'll wake up in a little while. Don't worry, Marwan, the baby is fine.
After a while, Khadija woke up and they all gathered around
Ha.
Fatima: In the name of God, what a beauty! Oh, Dija! He's an exact copy of the Creator. Who is more like the speaking God?
Marwan: Yes, indeed, all of this is beautiful, even the color of his eyes.
She was suffering from the pain and fatigue of labor. She felt shy and embarrassed. How much did she love him to the point of giving birth to a child who looked like him? Oh, what is this embarrassment, oh God?
He was holding the baby and smiling. How beautiful he truly was. He also didn't know if she truly had feelings for him, that she wanted to give birth to a look-alike like him, or if he was imagining things and this was just a coincidence.
As for Yara, she stood there, filled with jealousy as she saw her husband holding the baby, looking so happy and joyful.
Zain happily: "Huh? What are you going to name him?!"
Marwan: "He doesn't look like you. Then he should be named after you." Good. What do you think, Dija?
Khadija smiled weakly: "Yes, of course, I don't mind. He's his uncle and like his father. So, he'll be fine."
Fatima smiled: "Masha'Allah. May God, my dears, keep you together, and may you always be happy and joyful like this."
And may Zain and Yara be next, when you make us happy with a baby as beautiful as you two...
Yara looked sad and confused.
Zain approached his brother and gave him little Zain. He approached Yara, put his arms around her, and smiled.
Zain: "God willing, soon someone will look like Yara and be as beautiful as her... One Zain is enough... I mean two..."
Yara looked at him gratefully and smiled because he felt for her and mended her broken heart: "God willing."
Khadija stayed in the hospital for two days, then returned home. Months passed and the situation remained the same.
Both lovers. He lives in the arms of another, groaning in pain and silence.
The wound and pain still gnaw at them. Oh, this pain! It has reached its peak in their hearts...
Until a day came that brought the first of fate's surprises. I wonder what these surprises are and what they hold for Zain and Khadija...
Zain is sitting in his office, engrossed in his work. His colleague Khaled enters, startled, his face showing shock.
Khaled: Zain. Zain is right.
Zain, surprised: What's wrong, Khaled?!
Khaled: What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?
Khaled: What's wrong? What's wrong?
Zain: What's wrong?
Khaled: What's wrong?
Zain: What's wrong?
Khaled: What's wrong?
Zain: What's wrong?
Khaled: What's wrong?
Khaled: What's wrong?
Speak up.
Khaled: What's wrong?
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