To Be Loved

Chapter 2

"Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Jasmine," said Mr. Morris, the principal of Pace University.

"Oh no, it's okay. How can I help you, Mr. Morris?" I said it with a fake smile. The great old Mr. Alex Morris is a short man with a big belly, 65 years old, big black eyes, 5’9" height, and black hair—though he dyes it.

He is a wise man who thinks himself the funniest person on Earth, and of course, he is the one who laughs at his dumb jokes. Sometimes it gets annoying to the point where you wish you could zip his mouth closed.

"I just wanted to be the one to introduce you to the students and welcome you, but I got stuck in traffic and arrived late. So sorry." He gave me a warm smile.

"It's okay, Mr. Morris. You couldn't help it, and Mrs. Novak told me what I needed to know and what I should do." I looked at the students, and they seemed interested in our conversation—humans and their curiosity.

"Just call me Alex. Oh, by the way, how is she?" It starts getting annoying; it's not the time for chit-chat.

"Mr. Alex, it's not the right time for chit-chat now!" I whispered to him. He seemed to notice the change in my tone and the tight smile on my lips.

"Oh... Um, yeah, you're right, hahaha." He said it with an embarrassed laugh.

"Okay, sorry! Students, you must respect her. If Mrs. Jasmine complains to me about one of you, you will face the consequences. You should be grateful to her for accepting to teach you even though she is busy." He said it with a stern face.

All the students responded with "Yes, sir." "Mrs. Jasmine, can we have coffee with you in my office after you finish, please?" "Yes, I would love to." He was happy with her answer and flashed a fatherly smile at her, then waved his hand and left the class.

"Ahem, guys, sorry to take some time off from your lecture. Now, will you please open your books to page 170?" And you could hear the sound of the papers flipping.

Time skipping.

"After two hours, there are multiple ways to deal with your clients. Don't use the same method with all of them or some of them, even if they have the same issue, because they all have different personalities. And here is the end of our lecture. Do you have any questions?" "No, thanks," they said at the same time.

"Okay, see you next week. Oh, by the way, your assignment for this month is canceled. Yes, I delayed it." Before I could even finish my speech, there was cheerful screaming throughout the class.

"You nosy people, why can't you let me finish talking? I said that I had delayed it for next month but canceled it this month." And they all became drama queens and started whining.

"Okay, little kids, shut up and stop being drama queens, and hurry up so you won't be late for your next lecture. Have a nice day." She collected her things and left the class, heading to her office to get the rest of her things, then going home. But she remembered that she should go to Mr. Morris's office.

She went to her office to put her things on the desk before heading to Mr. Morris's office. She closed her office door and walked into the college halls, which were crowded with students heading to their next lecture.

She was listening to their talk with amazement. They talked about everything that came to their minds, from food and sports to boyfriends and girlfriends and diets.

She was concentrating on what was happening around her and didn't notice her phone was ringing until the noises quieted down and she heard the ring.

She checked who was calling her, and it was her husband. She accepted the call. "Al Salam Aaliykom, wifey." When her husband's manly voice reached her ear, a smile appeared on her face.

"Aaliykom Al Salam, Mr. Miller." She heard him groan, and that made a victorious smile appear on her lips. She knew he didn't like it when she called him that. It reminded him of his foolishness in the past and what happened between them.

He could hear her laughing at him. This woman should thank God that he is deeply in love with her and far from his reach. Or he will punish her on his way—a sweet and sexy one, 'focus Omar'.

"Tell me when you finish, baby." "Hem... Hem, sorry, I was teasing you."

"You know I don't like it." "I know, but you deserve it for lying to me," Jasmine said with a fake, sad tone. Her husband had told her that he would travel to Dubai for work because the company there faced some problems, and it would take 2 weeks. But it took more than that, and it had been 3 weeks, and he hadn't returned yet.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. It took longer than I expected it would." When she didn't reply, he continued.

"Baby, I miss you so much, and the two little devils. How are you doing up there?" It was silent for a minute.

"I miss you too, and the little devils asked about you. I told them you were coming soon. They are at their grandmother's house. It's cool there. I thought I would hate it here, but it turned out to be cool. How are things going there with you? Did you fix the issue? When will you come? Are you taking care of yourself?" He loves to hear her talk and see how her facial expression changes with every emotion. He missed her so much. He wants to hold her in his arms.

She was still talking but stopped when silence fell on the other line. "Oh my god, Omar, I'm so sorry for talking and rambling so fast. I am just worried about you." Even though he couldn't see her, he was certain that she was pouting right now.

"Hey, Jass baby, calm down. I am doing well, and the problem is almost solved. Please stop worrying about me. I am fine, baby. Kiss the kids for me; tell them I will come home after 2 days, I promise, and I miss them so much. Say hi to Mom and Dad. How is Sarah now?" She felt happy to know that he was coming after 2 days, and she was smiling from ear to ear.

"Omar, I swear to God if you don't come in 2 days, you will sleep on the couch for a week." "Baby, why?" "Because I said so. You better keep your promise this time, and about Sarah, she is fine. I will go to her after having a cup of coffee with Mr. Morris."

"WHAT COFFEE! And who the hell is Mr. Morris?" His tone was so high, and it was covered with a hint of jealousy. She thought she was going to become deaf.

"Oh s**t, here he goes with his jealousy."