Chapter 23-

I think of my conversation with Laura over an hour ago, smiling at her funny attitude.

"Wait! He gave you a card? He never gave me that and I've worked her for over 6 years." She throws her hands in the air, still surprised that I got the 'golden card.'

What a stupid card!

"Does his lips taste good?" She asks.

"Eww! I didn't kiss him, I pushed him aside." I scrunch up my nose in disgust.

"You didn't? I wished I got the opportunity. Wait, that's why you got the card! But he never gave me one!" She whines like a little baby.

"Maybe because he noticed your stalking abilities." I reason.

"I stalk carefully, no way he could have figured out. Anyways, what are you gonna do with it?" She demands and I can see the wish in her eyes.

"You want it?"

"Hell yeah!" She squeals in excitement and kisses the card multiple times, placing it carefully like some trophy in her purse.

"Gotta go buy some lingerie." She walks off humming Billie Eilish 'I Love You' off-key.

I laugh at the thought of her strolling through the mall, trying to get the perfect lingerie. "What are you giggling about? Who are you even thinking of?" I'm drawn out of my thoughts by the annoying voice of the idiot himself who is frowning at me.

"And why do you care?" I fold my arms, dropping the book on my laps.

"Don't flatter yourself, he gives many women the same card."

So he saw it after all. "I'm not stupid and i don't even want that card. I gave it away, I don't even get why you're getting all tensed up. It's not like it has anything to do with you, just go on with your life as a total prick."

"I swear your attitude makes me sick like some dog crap smashed with eggs." He retorts.

"At least mine isn't like a guinea pig smashed over and over with stupidness and a pinch of annoying cockiness. Oh! I forgot the pervertedness for dessert." I roll my eyes and focus on my anime.

I kinda wished I was Madara so I can unleash my sunano'o on him.

He shrugs and goes to his room, leaving me to watch Naruto and wander round the plane. My phone buzzes and I see a text from Adam.

Why isn't he picking Adam's call? Maybe he's asleep. I walk to his door and knock a few times before entering when he doesn't respond. Opening the door, I find him snoring faintly. I trace my eyes to his tattoo covered chest and my eyes catch a tattoo of teary eyes, well that wasn't what I was curious about. I focus more on the face of a young girl smiling, showing her dimples and her brown eyes, bright as ever. I blink my eyes twice when I realise that I'm the lady. Omar has a tattoo of my face on the lower side of his lower ribs!

I go back to the teary eyes and read it.

I broketheglass, she smiles no more and now drowning in her tears.

What does that even mean? I lean closer to get a closer look but his eyes suddenly opens, making me startle and fall on him.

"Fuck!" He pushes me off him and covers his chest. "What the hell are you doing here? Do I look like Liam or what?" He glares at me.

"You look like his poop mixed with bananas but isn't that just a compliment? And why do you even keep bringing him up?"

"Because you just passed the slut test by getting a card and now you want a free tutorials for the examination."

I groan in anger and push him back on the bed. "You're such an idiotic alien from Planet Stupid!" I snap and walk out. I go to the mini kitchen and take a cupcake but remember Adam's message. I storm into his room and shout it at him before slamming the door shut and returning to my cake. I munch on it and savour the taste, getting lost in the world of icy sugar.

• • • •

Escaping the press is something you are doomed to do when you end up marrying a celebrity and that's exactly what I'm trying to do. Reading newspapers after newspapers and watching news after news. I assure you that they all had one topic. The smell of divorce? And people are really going crazy over it. Jenny had an interview in Fox 24/7 and that didn't go well. She kept emphasizing that Omar got sick of me and wants her back and that I was just throwing myself at him. I watched the show five days ago and after all the messages, calls and notifications. Most of them from Omar which i ignored. I switched off my phone and left it on my bed, well five days ago.

Both Omar and I were requested for an interview which we turned down. But after a while, Omar showed up and cleared the rumors about our divorce. He told them that we are just on a break for a little time and as for divorce, nothing of that sort is gonna happen. Well, he might want to turn that 'little break' to a very long one or forever because I really am done with him.

Just because our marriage is fake doesn't give him the license to do as he like, and don't think I'm a drama queen or I'm jealous. Trust me when I say that I have no feelings whatsoever for that thing thrown from whore county. I have an image I don't want to shatter so It's more like this,

I DON'T WANT TO RUIN THE DEAL!

'But you're ruining the deal dummy!' My mind shoots back.

Shut up!

Peeping through my window, I flinch at the flash of a camera and I immediately pull down the curtains. They managed to follow me to the apartment I rented when mum came back three weeks ago and I didn't want her to go crazy because of the paparazzi. Speaking of mums, Mum went insane when she saw the news and instead of being furious at him, she directed it to me. Why? It's not like I'm the one doing all the splendiferous act.

And as for his mum, she was so mad at him, weird and the right thing. I scan through my pile of clothes and find my jogger; an ash sweatpants and an oversized long sleeve shirt that says, Omar Malik's die hard fan coming through!

Yes he made me wear that but I couldn't say no, it was before I found out that his hand wasn't broken. I sigh and still put on the shirt because I'm too lazy to search for another shirt. I roll my headscarf and put on my sneakers before bouncing out.

I bounce back in when I'm almost suffocated by the paparazzi. I go through the back door and mentally smile when I don't see a soul. Well, except for the black cat that kept meowing yesterday night, preventing me from sleeping and making me have a long chat with it. Which consists me of me meowing back, trying to get a 'Please shut up I'm trying to sleep' sound.

Back to my escape, I try doing ninja rolls. It's actually cool in movies but reality doesn't work that way. In other words,

"Ninja rolls fail!" My brain reports as I stay on the grass. "Roger that." I whisper. I get up and cautiously escape the curious fleshes before jogging my way to my favourite park. Wonder Park is definitely the best non amusement park in the world. It's the calmest park and my favourite spot is the tree at the far end of the park, that's the best place to rest and enjoy nature. This place holds a legend, I don't know if it's true or legend.

It says that long before it became a park, the tree had always been there and two teenagers were deeply in love with each other but couldn't be together because of their different backgrounds, skin colour and religion. So they promised to meet there every night but their secret was figured out and they both sacrificed their bodies for their souls to be together forever.

My train of thoughts halt when I hear the soles of shoes grazing the grasses and making its way to where I sit after being exhausted from my long jog.

"Assalam Alaykum." A familiar voice murmurs.

"Wa Alaykum asslam." I reply before shifting my gaze to the figure behind me. He sits next to me staring at the sky and me having nothing to say follow his eyes and look at the blue sky with puffy clouds scattered like a children's toys in a playground.

"He wasn't really going after Aliya and you know that but you don't want to accept it." He breaks the silence.

"Can we not talk about this?"

"Sure." He signs. "After what happened last night, I hardly expect that you want to talk about it. But at least call him, he's in pains. Please keep the fight aside and go to him."

"I don't understand what you mean. What happened?"

The expression of disbelief plays on his face. "You really don't know what happened last night? You haven't heard the news?"

"What news?"

"Safiya Malik passed away last night in a car accident, she died right at that spot."