WesupportKSG FF: Asya - Written in the Skies#02(Part 29/Page 100)(5/2) - Page 24

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Part 23

Zoya stood in the driveway and kissed Asad good-bye for the third time that morning. The day had not started off very well. At breakfast, her father had asked if anyone else knew about their marriage, and that reminded Zoya that she'd called Mubashir Hussain last week when no one answered the phone at the Asad's House.

To save face, she'd told Mubashir she'd found a credit card of Asad's in her car after she gave him a ride home from Palms, and that she didn't know where to send it. Mubashir had provided the information that Asad was still in Pune. As her father pointed out, it made the idea of announcing their marriage just two days after that phone call to Mubashir ridiculous. He suggested that Zoya go to Dubai and let everyone think they'd gotten married there. Zoya knew he was right, but she wasn't good at deception, and she was angry because she'd inadvertently created the need for more of it.

Now Asad's departure was hanging over her like a cloud. "I'll call you from the airport," he promised. "Once I get to Dubai and check out the facilities, I'll call you from there, but it won't be on a phone. We'll have radio communications with a base station that has an actual telephone. The connection won't be very good, and I'm not going to have access to it except in emergencies. I'll convince them this time that calling you to tell you I arrived safely constitutes an emergency," he added.

"I won't be able to pull off something like that again though."

"Write to me," she said, trying to smile.

"I will. The mail service will probably be lousy, so don't be surprised if days go by with no letters and then they arrive in a group."

She stayed there in the drive, watching him leave, then she walked slowly back into the house, concentrating on thinking of a few weeks from now when, with luck, they'd be together. Her father was standing in the hall, and he gave her a pitying look. "Khan is the sort of man who needs new women, new places, new challenges all the time. He'll break your heart if you let yourself count on him."

"Stop it," Zoya warned, refusing not to let what he said bother her. "You're wrong. You'll see."

Asad kept his promise to call her from the airport, and Zoya spent the next two days finding things in the house to keep her occupied while she waited for him to call from Dubai. The call came on the third day, but Zoya wasn't there; she was waiting nervously to see her obstetrician because she was afraid she was miscarrying.

"Spotting during the first three months isn't that unusual an occurrence," Dr. Arledge said when she was dressed and sitting in his office. "It may not mean anything. However, most miscarriages occur during the first three months." She said it as if she half expected her to be relieved. Dr. Arledge was a friend of her father's. She'd known him for years, and Zoya had no doubt that she'd already done what her father had"assumed she'd gotten married because she was pregnant. "At this point," she added, "there's no reason to presume you're in jeopardy of miscarrying."

When she asked him about going to Dubai, she frowned a little. "I can't advise it unless you're absolutely certain about the quality of available medical facilities."

Zoya had spent nearly a month hoping fiercely that if she was pregnant, she'd miscarry; now she was incredibly relieved that she wasn't going to lose Asad's baby... . Their baby.

The thought kept her smiling all the way home.

"Khan called," her father said with the same disdainful voice he used whenever he spoke of Asad. "He said he'd try to call you again tonight."

Zoya was sitting by the phone when it rang, and Asad hadn't exaggerated when he said the phone connection would be bad. "Mubashir's idea of adequate is a joke," he told her. "There's no way you can come down here right away. It's mostly barracks housing. The good news is that one of the cottages should be vacant in a few months."

"Okay," she said, trying to sound cheerful because she didn't want to tell him why she'd gone to the doctor.

"You don't sound very disappointed."

"I am disappointed!" she said emphatically. "But the doctor said miscarriages occur in the first three months, so it's probably better if I stay here 'til then."

"Is there a particular reason you've started worrying about miscarrying?" he asked during the next pause in the static and racket.

Zoya assured him she was feeling just fine. When he'd originally told her he wouldn't be able to call her after the first time, she'd been disappointed, but it was so hard to hear him above the static and shouting voices all around him, she didn't mind so much. Letters, she decided when she hung up, would be almost as good.

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