2 Weeks Later

"Joje, you can't hide in here forever!" Aisha argued as she chopped some fruit for her toddler in the kitchen that was beside the living room.

"Witness me doing it," I said as I sat on the sofa in the living room as I stared at my phone while she kept her unapproved gaze on me, and my attention was paid entirely on my phone that even the toddler wasn't in my radar.

He hasn't called, not even once.

"Hello," Aisha disrupted my thoughts, waving the knife she was using in front of my face.

"Jeez, be careful with that," I said, stirring my face away from the path of the object. "The result of the exam came two weeks ago, and he didn't send me my score. My birthday was a week ago, and I expected his message, but I received nothing, the check-up appointment was three days ago, and he didn't even bother to call about his baby." I disappointedly listed the circumstances, but Aisha hadn't said a word.

After a long silence, She huffed and sat next to me with the toddler in her arms. "You should go talk to the professor and stop acting like a child. You have been isolating yourself in here for the past two weeks, not even contacting your therapist, your grandmother, your father or your husband." Aisha listed the people that I wanted minimal contact with them.

"I begged my grandmother to let me in the house two weeks ago after my fight with the Professor, and she refused," I complained, "Which was weird considering I was her favourite before she found out I was married to the professor,"

Aisha didn't say a word as I glanced to her direction; she wasn't even paying attention to my conversation as she kept snuggling her three-year-old daughter, who Aisha was stealing fruit from her plastic plate.

I smiled, looking at them. Will I ever have this with it? A deep sigh escaped my mouth as I thought about the baby I was carrying, I was now twenty-one with no job, and a husband who I still hadn't talk to. I have a scholarship to a prestigious school that I could lose after my reset exam since I didn't remain my 3 GPA average, and it would end up by the end of this course below 2 with the grades I had.

The knocks on the door snapped me out of my reverie. Aisha usually just opens the door, but since she was playing with her daughter and didn't have her hijab on, I decided to open it. I wondered who it was as I approached the door.

I was surprised to see who walked in. "Hello Wahaj" Mrs Chamberlain, Dean chamberlain, started timidly, taking backward steps towards me.

The dean of the school, the woman who offered me a scholarship to her school and I worked as a maid in hers was standing on the door of my friend's house. It was weird, being this close to her in person. She was always kind to me to offer me a full scholarship to her school. She was paying for my therapy session. She made the professor give me a decent score on the other exam. She would always ask about how I was doing, but to come to the house that few people know I was in, was kind of unusual.

"Uhm, come on, Ma'am, Do you want-"

"No, thank you." Mrs Chamberlain went in to sit in one of the sofas in the living room. The space of the whole apartment was equivalent to her bathroom size, trust me, I know, I cleaned it multiple times.

I wanted to ask her what brought you here, but I didn't want to be rude, so I stayed quiet and waited for her to talk. Aisha took her daughter quietly and remained inside the other room.

"You can call me Mrs chamberlain, Lorraine. Or whatever is comfortable with you. But please, stop calling me 'Ma'am'. I'm no royal." She chuckled at herself.

Why did she suddenly want me to stop calling her Ma'am when I did it ever since I was a toddler?!

"umm. Mrs Chamberlain," I said as she gave me a small smile and had her hand on mine, "I was wondering how are you doing, why aren't you going to your therapist ?" She asked seeming, somewhat concerned.

"I am fine," I said automatically. This was getting weirder and confusing by the second. I couldn't help but give her a reassuring smile before my curiosity was aroused. "Sorry to ask this so bluntly but why are you here ?" I regretted saying this a second after I said it, but I couldn't help myself she didn't say anything, and I was curious.

"I hope I'm not intruding." She said firstly.

I shook my head, "No, No, it is just that-" I couldn't even continue what I was saying as I sow the professor entering the room.

I got up from my chair, and his eyes defied mine, his green eyes ever so green as he looked straight at me with furiousness. Not being with him for two weeks didn't have a troll on me until I saw his face and every single emotion I felt seemed to fade and only one seemed to define all of them, I missed him.

"She made me come here," He ridiculed like a middle schooler being dragged to the principle office to apologize for his action.

"Wahaj," Mrs Chamberlain spoke as I tore my eyes away from him and onto her. "Yes, Mrs Chamberlain,"

"On second thought, just call me Lorraine. I want you to call me Lorraine. You are after all a part of the family."

I looked at her with a confused look. How are we a family ?!. I wanted to ask her but at the same time, I didn't want to seem rude since I knew her from when I was a toddler so maybe she felt like I was her family. There was a strange feeling that just by this stranger's words, I felt like I belonged even if my grandmother shunned me out. It was a good feeling.

Before Mrs Chamberlain went out of the door, She looked at me, "I will be waiting in the car," She exited the room leaving me confused once again as to why would I go with her but she didn't give me a chance to speak.

"Have you been taking your medication?" The professor asked once we were alone as he didn't sit on the sofa but stood beside the wall as if he was waiting for any sign for him to leave.

"W-we need to talk," I spoke nervously as I stood up. "I want it to have a family. I am not going to get angry at you anymore. I won't promise to be the best wife ever, but I will try. I will try not to be jealous, not to pick fights with you," I finished my talk.

"I should apologize first," He said it in disregard, "for the past two weeks, I have been thinking of how I spoke to you, and I was angry at that time, and I let it out on the wrong person," He said, "But it didn't give you the right to run away like a child, we need to talk about things, not run from them, we need to talk to each other about our problems," He finished.

"I don't want to run anymore," I said tensely.

"Walk, crawl, whatever you need as long as it is in my direction," He said with a smile that showed his pearly white teeth, coming close to me.

I went in to hug him, "I am sorry," I said, "I shouldn't have hit you like that."

"Aww, finally I could get my couch back." Aisha interpreted as I twirled around to look at her. "Salam Ibrahim, good you stopped acting like a jerk, it wasn't a good colour on BOTH of you,"

"Heeey," I shouted jokingly at her as I looked around to the Professor was just smiling.

"So what did Joje get on her exam score ?" Aisha asked.

"I passed, didn't I ?" I asked the professor smugly.

"No, Unfortainly, you failed." He said as I moved my body away from his. "What?! I failed as in I didn't pass," I said.

He nodded, "That is why Mrs Chamberlain is here to kick me out," I said worriedly as I could feel my heart rising.

"No, I don't think so, she begged for me to change your grade, but it wouldn't be fair for the other students." He said as he put both of his hands on each of shoulders. "Med school isn't for anyone, Wahaj" He continued.

"No, No, No," I spoke restlessly.

"Your brain after the accident couldn't absorb the needed information to pass med school. It isn't your fault." He reassured me.

"No, no it isn't," I said as I furrowed my brows in anger, "It is yours," I responded furiously.

"You made the accident happen. You made that frightful exam. You distracted me with your glances." I began to raise my voice as he took some steps back.

"WAHAJ," He shouted back but his volume was much lower than mine, "I can't be like the other professors who passed you on because of your medical problem, you will have people's lives in your hand, I couldn't just pass you on and let the blood of your be on my hands," He began to explain.

"I HATE YOU," I spoke in raging volume as I began to hit him on his chest.

I was reliving the past, my father being covered in blood when I was just a toddler and that all my dream was based on saving him. I won't be able to do that. I won't be able to save people...

"I won't be a doctor. Am I ?" I spoke in a terrified manner. He held both of my hands and embraced me tightly as he nodded his head, "I am sorry. You won't. You will be suspended because I have convinced to the other professors and they won't pass you on as they did this course."

I started sobbing my heart out in his embrace—the man who will be taking away my dreams.

"This is a nightmare," I spoke sadly, shifting away from him after I recollected myself and wiped away my tears.

"I don't want to keep Mrs chamberlain waiting," I spoke, moving away from the professor as I went in to change my clothes.

After a few mintues, I got out of the room. The professor was still there sitting on the floor playing with the toddler. Aisha was in the kitchen preparing tea.

His bright joyful green eyes settled on mine, "Are you okay ?"

I nodded as I headed outside the apartment, feeling like I could finally breathe as if I was intoxicated by the air inside of there.

'I wished I didn't continue my studies and became a housewife like her.' Was my Duaa to be like Aisha coming true... Did I wish this life for myself?