Chapter 85

He assisted her with her handbag to the front door of the hall before he bade her goodbye. Dalia entered the hall and looked around her Amina. Dalia spotted her at the second row already waiting for her. She settled down on the seat Amina saved for her. "Dalia, good morning," she greeted her, closely looking at dalia's pale face. Dalia responded with a smile instead, "thought I was late." She kept her handbag on the table and turned her gaze to Amina. She raised her brows. "You look... pale. Are you sick?" She finally asked. Dalia sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Is it really obvious? I've been hiding it from my husband too but I don't think it's working. Does my face really says I'm sick?" She touched her soft cheeks and sighed, slumping her shoulders. "It is, what's wrong with you?" Amina asked worriedly. "I don't think hiding something like this from him is a good idea," Amina carefully spoke. "I don't know.... I just started feeling feverish days back and things got more worse this morning. Believe me if I told him, he wouldn't allow me come to school today and you know I can't miss that test." "Are sure you're not pregnant?" Amina threw the question at her. Dalia glared at her friend briskly and hissed softly. "Look I know it's just fever..." Then she paused and placed her arms on the table before she rested her head on them. Amina stared at her briefly before she turned her head away. Throughout the class they had, dalia slept most of the time sleeping. After their test, they exited the hall to where Asiya was waiting for them. "Where's hamida?" Dalia asked as she broke their hug. Asiya shrugged her shoulders, "she doesn't have any lectures today." Dalia fetched out her phone from her handbag to call her husband as they walked over to the wooden bench and settled down. She exhaled as she plump down on the bench while she tried calling him again but he never picked any of her calls. Her head throbbed. The pain felt like someone has taken a knife to her skull. She rested her forehead in her palm as she closed her eyes. Asiya's perfume was making things much worse for her condition. She glanced at her phone before she swiped it open and dialled his number again. "Dalia?" Amina called softly. She raised her heavy eyes and set them on her friends. "Do you need to go to the sickbay?" She asked her. Dalia slowly shook her head as she forced a smile. "I just need some rest," she retorted before resting her forehead in her palm again. She thought of any reason why he wouldn't pick her call as she tried to keep her eyes open but it was starting to be avail. When dalia's face went as pale as her eyes they knew she was clocking out. Dalia rised to her feet, "Amina." Dalia called her name, putting her hand on her forehead as she felt the dizziness increasing. She stumbled and fell, Amina and Asiya grabbing for her arms as she tumbled. Then she laid there on the concrete floor unconscious. As she rouse from a heavy slumber, she was first aware of the coolness of her surrounding and the nice fragrance. She scanned around the room and met their gaze on her. "I'm so glad you're finally awake. How are you feeling?" Aunty asked her worriedly while she held her cold hand. Dalia smiled weakly and nodded her head. He fixed his eyes on her, waiting for his mother to finish speaking with her. "Ko'a dari a watta haddo? A yah a nyona doctor man a viya mo o yunma. (What are you standing here for? Call the doctor and inform her she's awake.)" Muhsin blinked his eyes as he turned his gaze to his mother before he walked out of the room. She helped her to sit up on the bed before she served her some chicken soup. Dalia winced and turned her face away as the aroma went into her guts. Aunty kept the bowl aside and fixed her gaze on dalia. "What would you like to eat? There's tea, pasta and salad." "The tea will be okay," she muttered before she exhaled, rubbing her temple. Muhsin came back together with the doctor. "Good afternoon, mrs muhsin. How are you feeling now?" The doctor asked as she picked up dalia's chart from the side table. "I'm feeling better," she responded. "Do you experience any headaches or stomach ache?" She questioned while writing down on the chart. All the while the doctor asked dalia questions, his eyes was fixed on her the whole time. "The baby is only five weeks old but it's already giving her a hard time." She finished jotting down and gazed at dalia's dumbfounded face. "Baby? What baby?" She couldn't help but ask. "You're pregnant, five week old. I have to take my leave now. She will get discharged in few hours." The doctor excused herself and walked out. Never before had dalia thought she would get pregnant that soon. "Dalia," muhsin called her name. He settled down on the stool beside her bed. She turns, but too slowly to be normal. When she answered, her voice trails slowly, like her words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in her eyes, the brown was too glossy. "You see what I told you earlier today but you kept telling me you were fine. To top things up, you didn't sleep last night and stayed up studying...."