TRAPPED IN A JUNGLE

EIGHT

NABEEL's POV.

'I think I'm going nuts! Could this be the sweetest lips I've ever tasted?. My Allah!'. I was already loosing control. I smooched every single inch of her body and she responded with moans. I was kissing the hell out of her, my hands exploring her thighs... Just then, I heard her heart beat changing. More like being afraid of me. She started fighting to free herself from me but I just got wild with the way she was doing that. Her soft hands pinching and pushing me. If only she knew what would come out of that, she wouldn't have tried to free herself.

Yes!

I wanted to feel her hands smooching me, but that wasn't possible... as she kept trying to free herself. Hence, I took hold of both her hands and bind them behind her back, giving her a tight grip. I looked straight into her eyes, they were dark and were looking so sexy. I love them!

I kissed the tip of her nose. "You drive and keep driving me crazy with those lips. I love mint" I said, my thumb caressing her lower lips.

"Let go of me you fool" she shouted, trying to free herself again.

I held her tight. I mean, so tight in my arms. "Sshhhh" I uttered, "Don't you dare, not even in your dreams call me a fool. You wanted all what I did right now, so why acting like a saint?". I asked, raising one of my bushy brow.

"I never wanted that!" she snapped, "It was just a game and nothing more" she said.

I chuckled. 'This girl is trying me'. "A game? Who were you showing the game to?" I queried.

"Let go of me, please. I have a lot to do" She said, trying to extricate herself from me.

"Not if you tell me what game you were playing". I said, being the stubborn me. She looked at me straight in the eyes and giggled, looking at the door side behind me. I didn't know what l amused her, for moments ago she was fuming with anger.

"Come on baby" she said, putting her arms on my shoulders and pulling me against her, "you can have me all you want tonight. I'm all yours remember, just bear with the little Fareedah gives you. You'll get more and more tonight. Trust me" She said, winking one of her eyes and placing a soft and lingering kiss on my earlobe.

Mehn, I was already hot. 'I only need a woman now!'. I grabbed her hips, "You know what? Lets forget about tonight. I want it now". I said, then I heard a loud thud; A scream... more like someone was more than frustrated. I turned quickly and saw My Reedah... lying on the floor. Lifeless? I turned back and looked at Husnah, I could see guilt all over her face. So that was it? She was really playing a game... a game with my Reedah!

Yaa Allah, please save me.

I quickly rushed over to Reedah, shaking her so hard and shouting her name. "Fareedah! Fareedah! Fareedah! Talk to me please, wake up baby... please wake up!".

"Blood!" I heard Husnah shouted.

I quickly looked down at her feet... blood everywhere. "Yaa Allah! Reedah! No! Please wake up!". I said, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Be a man mister!" I heard Husnah's voice from behind again. "Oick her up and lets go to the hospital. She's bleeding too much".

That got me angry, and stood to her... "Weren't you the cause!" I shouted at her, tightly holding her neck. "I promise you Husnah, if anything happens to Fareedah..." I said, nibbling my lower lip in frustration, "I'm gonna be the end of you. That's a promise am gonna keep"

I rushed back to Reedah and picked her up, leaving Husnah behind me gasping for a breath.

I didn't know how, but she managed to follow us from behind. "Lemme drive" I heard her say slowly.

I knew I wasn't in my right senses, so I kept everything aside and let her drove us to the nearest hospital in our midst. OLA.

As soon as Fareedah was received and taken to the emergency ward, I sat down praying silently and waiting... waiting for my Reedah to come back to me. I knew she could make it... She had to. She just had to make it!

Husnah sat by my side, her head in her hands. She seemed worried. Why wouldn't she? She was the reason behind all that had happened after all.

"Keh!" I called her angrily. She looked up to me slowly... her eyes so red.

"What the hell did you just do, Husnah? Answer me!" I shouted.

"Ta'awamual (stop shouting at me!)

"Inhinna ka ( you caused it all)"

"I was in that house for two good weeks Nabeel, you didn't cared to come see me or know my wellbeing. I'm your wife, and no matter what I deserve some attention form you, no matter how much you hate me!" She snapped.

"Don't give me that story, Husnah" I said, so f*****g pissed off.

"I didn't do that on purpose. I only wanted her to feel what it felt like being alone all the time when I have a husband. She's a woman, and even if you don't want to come to me, she should've asked you to. But she didn't! Did she?" She asked, crying out her saddness. I felt them.

"She's the jealous type" I said, almost inaudible.

"Injambell? Ema inna debbo? Kinna muwaddati hai to elo har be injambell? (Jealous? Am I not a woman? Don't I also have the right to be jealous?".

I focused my gaze on her. I then realised something. Husnah only talk in fulfulde when she's very angry. "Let's just pray she's okay. Pray Husnah. I hope you haven't forgotten the promise I made you? If anything happens to her. I'll rip you apart!".

She chuckled, turning her gaze to the other side. We sat there for almost 2hrs.

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

And beep!

Came the sound of the doctors coming out from Fareedah's room. A tall, handsome, more like a giant doctor came over to where we were sitting. His tag told me his name. Dr. Aliyou bawa gwandu.

"Are you her husband?" He asked.

"Y..y...yes doctor. I am". I stammerd

"Follow me" he said, gesturing towards his office.

I trailed behind him, leaving Husnah behind, not bothering to tell her to come with us. I sat opposite him, looking at him. Afraid at what he was going tell me. God! Help me out.

"Arrrrm, I'm sorry about this. But we tried our possible best to save it. We just couldn't" he said with sympathy.

"Save what doctor bawa?" I asked, looking confused.

His last words stroked me. Pierced through my heart. I felt like shouting. What have i done?.

"I'm sorry sir, but we lost the two months old pregnancy your wife has".