Chapter 103

Amina gazed at her smiling, feeling the love and care for her daughter increasing. "You needed to rest dalia because you looked so tired. Now get up and go eat before prayer time." Even though Amina wanted to hear her daughter out, even though she wanted to know what happened, she can't come between them and she doesn't feel like she had the right to make a decision for dalia concerning her marital life. Without arguing, dalia nodded her head before getting to her feet. She sauntered out of the living room same time Amrah tailed behind her. She met dalia sitting on the kitchen stool, palm on her cheek while her elbow on her knee. She raised her head up and beheld Amrah's gaze. Dalia sighed, looking away when Amrah started giving her an uncomfortable look. Amrah stood before her, resting her waist on the kitchen island. "What happened?" Amrah asked. Dalia looked at her and turned her face to another direction. "I left." She rose up and walked towards the warmer. Amrah stared at her every movement without uttering another word to her. She knew by dalia's respond, she doesn't want to speak about it and Amrah didn't push her to it out. If dalia wanted her to know what happened, she would tell her without asking. ** He called out her name again but no response. He scoffed as he marched towards the stairs, carefully holding Adila. The last thing he wanted was his daughter not being taken cared of and that was exactly what amira was doing, carelessly dropping her where ever she wanted. He sashayed into her room and met her answering a call. She hurriedly ended the call, looking at him, remorsefully. "What on earth is wrong with you? How can you carelessly just leave her all by herself in the living room why you sit here doing absolutely nothing useful." She gaped at him, mouth slightly opened. She badly wanted to rain curses on him like always did but this time, she restrained herself and swallowed the anger, and masked it with a fake smile. "No babe, I came here to get her bottle and then mommy called me.... I swear I was about to head out and get her." Without responding to her, he handed the baby to her before leaving the room. Amira stared at his retreating back, wondering how would she continue to` take care of the baby now that she had succeeded in sending Dalia away. It has already been a week since dalia left and she had never been happier. She smiled happily as she placed Adila in her cradle. He unbuttoned his shirt as he debated with what his heart kept whispering to him for days. ‘Of course you're empty; where's your safe harbour, away from the gales and the storms? Where is the fuel you need to fill up? Where was the love you claimed you had for her? Why didn't you stop her when she was leaving? Now you're left, left with the same nonchalant wife that doesn't care about anything or anyone but herself.' He massaged his temple to make the throbbing headache go away but it never worked. He hissed slightly as he sauntered into the bathroom to take a quick bath. After he prayed Isha, he laid down on his bed. Hours past and he was still awake, tossing and turning in his bed. And no matter how he tried to get her out of his mind, to get rid of the guilt, it never faded. He sighed, giving up before he sat up right and grabbed his phone from the side drawer. He unlocked it and tapped on his contact, scrolling to her number. He stared at it for a long moment. "So..." He whispered, staring at her phone number that he finds joy whenever he dialed it right before everything crumbled down. He took a deep breath. He let it all out in a desolate sigh. He closed his eyes and opened it, swallowing hard. "I guess.... I guess this is..." He didn't want to say it; goodbye. But he had to, knowing it was just a matter of time before she comes back for her divorced letter. Amira slumped down on the sofa with a sigh as she turned her gaze to where adila was sleeping. The knot tied in her throat, could she continue that way? Muhsin rarely comes home early now ever sine dalia left, and amira barely knows anything about babies. All she does everyday is go home and leave her mother to it. When she knows he will be home soon, she beats him to it before he knows she was out. She closed her eyes and opened them again before she averted her gaze to the working TV. With a stretch and yawn, she rested her back more on the sofa before the doorbell interrupted her, just before she could take a nap. She opened her eyes furiously, looking at the door. She got to her feet and walked over to the corridor, where the entrance door was. Opening it, she furrowed her brows. That was the last person she wanted to see in her life now. And now that she has finally gotten what she wanted, Muhsin to herself alone, she wouldn't want anything or anyone interfering in their lives again. Even if that person was her parent, she doesn't care. That's how much she was obsessed with him. "Oh, it's you."