Chapter 44- Will all ever be forgiven?

Jahin's POV

I got off the bed and decided to go make the both of us something to eat. I know Haya loves Spaghetti so I am going to make her the best she has ever had in her life. I looked at the clock and it was already 10 PM. Usually, around this time I am asleep but because she and I are together now I want to spend every second I can with her.

I quickly put on my robe and I was on my way to the kitchen. Luckily Morris made sure fresh groceries were brought to our cabin so it was easier for me to come up with a delicious meal. I put on some soft music as I cooked hoping Haya takes her time in the shower because I want the food to be ready before she gets out of there.

Moments later

I luckily finished cooking before she got out of the shower so I turned on Netflix and tuned into the movie I have always wanted to watch with her. I dished out the food and placed the plates nicely on the cozy mat. I poured both of us the delicious red wine I got from a friend on a trip.

As I was making sure everything was simple and perfect Haya suddenly entered the sitting room. I looked at her as she approached the little dinner section I had put together for the both of us...mainly for her, she looked so beautiful with her wet curly hair shrunk and her face fresh and youthful as always.

"I know it is late but I just wanted you to have a proper meal before we go to bed," I said signaling her to sit down.

"Thank you, the food looks amazing," she replied.

We both sat down while she watched the movie. I honestly spent the entire time stealing glances because looking at her happy makes me feel like I am finally doing something right in my life. She does not deserve to feel any kind of pain especially coming from me.

"Haya I promise to make things right," I said to myself as I stared at her deeply focused on the movie.

Later the movie ended and she decided to wash our dishes even though I told her multiple times housekeeping will do it but she kept insisting so I let her do what makes her happy.

"so, what got you so interested in studying Media," I asked her as I leaned by the kitchen counter as she washed the dishes.

"I like to regard myself as an ARTTIST," she sarcastically replied making me smile.

"I'm joking, I'm joking! I did not always want to study this course and you of all people know that. I wanted to be a typical doctor but when you left I realized how much I had a lot to think about...I realized I was more myself when I was with you and whenever you were not there I was whatever my parents, my teachers wanted me to be. The perfect A student and as much as it was nice being the intelligent one it just wasn't me. I needed to find myself, find what makes me feel inspired, and sets my soul on fire. I started writing a lot when you were gone, I realized my love for literature and how much I have always been into reading books and plays growing up. I remembered how I even used to write my mom and dad cards expressing myself. I guess as I grew up I kind of lost the girl I was but now I have found her and although we still have a lot to navigate through...she is a wonder the world must experience. But to answer your question Media is a very broad course and has many job opportunities that I would like to explore so I chose it because why not," she said.

I love hearing her talk, she is so driven and divine. She has so much inside of her that I do not think she realizes how powerful she is sometimes. Her existence is made of light, the light the Lord uttered, and everything beautiful came to be.

"You inspire me," I replied.

She gasped then slowly turned to look at me. Disbelief was visible on her face and she seemed to struggle with what to say. I honestly enjoyed the sight of seeing her speechless...it is very difficult to make her run out of things to say.

"Let us pretend the art house owning, millionaire did not just say that to me, anyway I am all done here. I am completely fetched, I am going to bed," she replied.

"Lead the way," I followed her.

"Jahin, we are not going to sleep on the same bed," she suddenly stopped from her tracks.

For a moment I thought she was joking but the look on her face informed me of how serious she is.

"What? why?" I asked trying to understand the reason why we can not sleep on the same bed.

"We are not a couple, what happened today at the office and in this cabin was a mistake," she said tearing my worn-out heart into pieces.

"Okay, I respect your decision," I replied avoiding eye contact with her, and made my way to the guest bedroom leaving the main bedroom all to her.

I got on top of the bed and just laid there facing the ceiling. I couldn't help but feel rejected and abandoned by her.

"When is my punishment going to end, is she ever going to forgive me for leaving?" I said to myself.

*maybe if you just tell her the truth, everything will eventually be forgiven* my subconscious added.

Moments later

I could not stop tossing and turning on the bed so I decided to go get myself some whiskey. I found Haya sitting down on a chair in the kitchen while having wine.

"Did she even leave the kitchen?" I asked myself.

"Hey, couldn't sleep," she said raising the glass full of wine.

"Me too," I replied grabbing the bottle of whiskey and joining her.