Agent Bride

Chapter 13: Seeking Truth

I flipped over the bed again.

ARGHHH!

Why couldn't I sleep yet?!

I slapped my cheeks.

"It's okay. Calm down, Jess," I said to myself to calm myself. "It's my fault that I didn't realize that Tyran was the same guy as my childhood friend but it's okay now . . ." I said to myself again trying to calm down.

But was it working?

Definitely not!

It felt like a huge stone was on my chest, blocking everything else from my thoughts, except the thought of what Tyran talked about earlier.

I didn't know if I should tell him the truth or not. I mean . . .

I sighed as I realized how much things I have been hiding from Tyran.

I was hiding that I was an Agent, who work towards the law and invested cases. I was hiding my other identity that he had no clue off.

I was hiding that I was going to be his students in a week when the school will start.

I was hiding that I was responsible for what happened to his mom. Would he ever forgive me if he knew about that?

Moreover, I was hiding from him that I was his childhood friend . . .

His first love . . .

I sighed as I flipped my head on the bed. It was four big things that I was hiding from him. It's not right but . . . I couldn't tell him everything.

Not yet.

I couldn't tell him that I was an Agent. He would hate me and . . . memories of what Agent Wilson told me came to my mind.

"This case is not like other cases that we have solved before. Most police officers gave up in this case because the moment they took this case in their hand, their family was attacked."

I sighed as I flipped over. I remembered again what Agent Wilson said.

Sharing the information about this case will lead to having danger in those people's lives

I hugged my pillow as my messy hair falls all over my shoulder. I couldn't tell Tyran about the case. Nor could I tell Tyran that I was an Agent. The least I could do was to have his life in danger.

Especially, after knowing that he was my childhood friend, I couldn't do something stupid to have him in danger.

But, this wasn't right? Was it?

Hiding things from one's husband? Or one's . . . childhood friend . . . this wasn't just right.

What was I going to do?

I flipped over the bed and noticed the clock and noticed that it was already Fajr time. I got off the bed and noticed that the pain on my feet was much less. I went to the washroom slowly and did my ablution and then came out of the washroom and put the prayer matt on the floor and started to do my Fajr prayer.

I finished my prayer and raised my hand to make dua. My mind was filled with so much confusion.

"Allah (S.W.T.), You are the most powerful. You are the most knowledgeable. Allah (S.W.T.), you know every single thing. My mind is filled with so many confusions. Allah (S.W.T.), please guide me in the right path," I prayed. "The guy who I met 21 years ago is the same guy that I got married to. Is this all fate and . . . destiny? If it is then, I don't know how to behave around him. Am I suppose to tell him my deepest secret? Am I suppose to tell him that I am the same girl that he once was in love with? I don't know, Allah (S.W.T.). Please, guide me to the right path."

I finished my dua and put the prayer matt on the wardrobe.

From another room, I could hear a beautiful recitation of the Holy Quran.

I got out of my room and made my way towards another somewhere the sounds of Quran recitation was heard.

I went to another room and saw Tyran sitting on the bed and holding the Holy Quran on his hands and he was reciting the Quran so beautifully.

I leaned on the door and kept listening to his recitation. He was so good in Quran recitation, Mash Allah.

I looked at Tyran. He looked so pure and the way he was reciting the Quran . . . I couldn't take my eyes from him.

A smile spread on my lips when he finished reading the Quran. He put the Quran on top of the closet and then turned around and saw me.

His cheeks turned a bit red as he smiled. "You were listening?" he asked.

I smiled back. "You recite very nicely, Mash Allah."

Tyran laughed and his laugh seemed so much of a melody to me. It was like I wanted to see him smiling always.

"Well thank you," he said. Then his eyes fell in my feet. "How are your feet doing?"

"Better," I said. "I can walk by myself now," I walked a bit to show him. "But, it does hurt a little."

Tyran chuckled and then looked out the window.

We could see a little shine of light in the sky.

"Hey, it's sunrise," Tyran said as he went near the window.

I watched him as he opened the window wide, letting the cool air wind inside the room. He placed his hand in the edge if the window and looked at the light.

I went near him and stood beside him. My hands were on the edge of the window as well, watching the light slowly growing.

My hair blew in the air and spread open in my face and neck. I couldn't stop smiling as I watched the sun slowly rising on the sky on the horizon of the land far away. The sun's ray was beautiful and the beach that was a few meters away from the house had the sunlight's reflection on the water.

It was such was beauty.

"Subhan Allah," I said as I watched the sunrise. "This is so beautiful," I smiled as I tugged my hair behind my ears.

"Yes . . ." I heard a low whisper. "Just beautiful."

I turned to my side and noticed Tyran staring at me.

I looked at him confusingly as he looked at me and then blushed. He moved a bit away from me and turned to see the sunrise.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"N-nothing," he said, still having the redness in his cheeks.

I tilted my head to look at him properly. "Nothing? Then why are you blushing?"

"What?" he snorted. "B-b-blushing? Ew. Why would I blush?"

I didn't look away from him. He was still blushing, just the way he used to blush when we would see the sunset together in our middle school. And I had to say, this part of him definitely didn't change.

Tyran noticed that I was still staring at him and sighed. "Okay, I was blushing because I noticed how beautiful is the sunset, okay?"

I looked at him and laughed. It felt so natural laughing just beside him.

"Hey!" he snorted.

"Oh gosh! You still say the same things as you used to say in our middle school!" I laughed without realizing what I said and when I realized what had slipped out of my tongue, I stopped laughing and looked at Tyran.

Tyran seamed serious. "What do you mean?"

"I . . ." I played with my hair ends.

Shoot! There goes one of my deepest hidden secrets.

Tyran's eyes never left mine. "I want an answer, Jasmin."

"I . . ." I hesitated.

What should I do? Should I tell him?

I guess . . .

Maybe it's not a bad idea to tell him about this secret at least . . .

I felt Tyran holding my arms. "Look at me, Jasmin," he said, coldly. His blue yes seemed to be like ice as he looked angry. "What were you saying just now? Are you . . ."

I looked at my feet and nodded. "Yes, I am."

I felt his hold loosen on my arms.

"I am the girl . . ." I paused and looked at him. "I am the same red-haired friend of yours since childhood."