Asifa suddenly caught the scent of alcohol coming from Yugh, and it triggered an immediate, violent wave of nausea. She scrambled out of the car, doubling over by the roadside. Yugh, unsure what else to do, held her steady to keep her from collapsing.
After she finished, he handed her a water bottle from the car to rinse her mouth.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked weakly. š„
"Yes, I had a bit today," he admitted.
"That's the smell I noticed. That's why I got sick so suddenly," she explained. š¤®
"Sorry about that. But does the smell really bother you that much?" he inquired.
"Not usually. But I think, at this time... it's different," she said, her voice trailing off. š®āšØ
"This time? What do you mean?" Yugh asked, curiosity cutting through his own fog.
"I'm pregnant. That's why I'm feeling so sensitive," she confessed in a near whisper. š
"What?! So the father is...?" his voice trailed off, already knowing the answer.
"Hasan. That's why I was looking for him, to tell him," she said, placing a protective hand over her abdomen. š¤°
"So what are you going to do?" Yugh asked, the weight of her situation settling heavily between them.
"I don't know," she wept, leaning against the car for support. š¤§
"Alright, first, get back in the car. You can't even stand properly," he said, noticing her struggle. He helped her back into the passenger seat.
As Yugh settled back into the driver's seat and started the engine, a grim determination solidified within him. Now I know what needs to be done. The path ahead was clear, fraught with pain, but necessary. He now carried not just his own truth, but the devastating secret of the weeping woman beside him,a secret that could change everything. š