Chapter 107

"Listen to what? What do you have to say to me other than divorce me?" "You know I can never do that because I love you... please just listen..." "Don't you ever say that to me because you're lying. You're a liar." She clamoured at him but he wasn't ready to give up. "Dalia, my wife, I am really sorry is what I want to say to you. Without you nothing is pleasant, everything is so blue. I don't know what happened that day. But, trust me I really don't have any excuse for how I accused you and how I treated you afterwards. It is highly unacceptable. Because of me, you had to take so much pain. Believe me, for me this isn't any gain. This happened because it was destiny. But, I want to ask for forgiveness from you. Without you I really can't do anything. Without you I feel hassled all the time. I was so proud to call you mine. So, please forgive me and come home with me!" Dalia laughed heartily. The audacity he has after what he has done to her. After treating her like a slave and shattering her fragile heart. "Oh so now you have found out the truth and you decided to crawl back here and lure me into falling into your dead trap again? No, that will not happen again. Kindly go back to your precious wife, the love of your life. And get this in your head; I don't want you anymore because I don't see anything worth living with you since you don't trust me and you don't know what I am capable of doing." "Please, dalia, my wife, I am on knees. I'm sorry I let you down. It hurts that I did. I am really sorry, I know you are angry with me. Trust me; I did not do this intentionally. The situations were such that it all happened, its all my fault so please forgive me and bring back the lost cheer." "You did not do it intentionally...." She paused and sniffed, blinking back the tears. "No.... I can't..." She cast her gaze onto the ground and her eyes darkened. She glanced back up at muhsin. "Leave... please." Her voice sounded more pained than anything. She slowly turned and left him there on his knees before her tears could give her away. And so they continued that way. He went there everyday not caring how far it was. Days passed without any achievement, things got worse for him. His father urging him to take amira back as Dalia demanded to be free from him. He wished, the regret would fade. And all the mistakes he has made would drain away. Like the rain, it will go away. he stood on the brick of something he couldn't describe. The weight of everything seemed to press down on his shoulders and he struggled to take even a step forward. It was too much. All of it. He couldn't do it without dalia but somehow, he kept moving. But every step cost him. The darkness grew darker; the pain grew sharper; all of it seemed to only grow in strength and all he began to wonder if things could ever get better. Sometimes he wondered if that smile- the horribly fake smile- is ever seen through. If someone ever notices that sad, broken look in his eyes that he sees in the mirror. Yusuf knocks before he sauntered into the room he knew muhsin has been lying in. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose when he found him at the same spot the last time he checked up on him. "Look, lying around won't solve your problems. Aunty has been calling looking for you and to be honest I am tired of lying to her. You have to face reality, muhsin. You aren't handling any of this the right way. You didn't bother to tell our parents what's going on and you refuse to do the right thing." Muhsin stared at him as he continued to rant. He sighed, closing his eyes as he turned his back on Yusuf. "Close the door when you're done." He heard muhsin utter. Yusuf peered at him in awe before shaking his head and leaving the room. For the past few weeks, muhsin has been hiding at Yusuf's place, doing nothing but lie down all day and think of Dalia. Yusuf steps out of the house as he thought of the best way to convince dalia to come back. He really felt sorry for his brother. He has been in his shoes once, to love something, to want something but you can't get it. A while later, Yusuf stood in front of the house daddy's driver directed him to. He looked around before walking towards the door and knocked on it. He knocked again before finally, the door sways open and she appeared. Standing before him. Eyes directly in his. Her eyes spoke to him; the deadliest story, a burden of trust in true loves mourning. When two hearts meet, a beating vessel would rhyme. A chime for two at loves first time. A pump that quickens, a panic arise. How cruel can love be when at first sight? "Can I help you?" Amrah broke the tense silence and staring contest. He blinked and cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. "Yes, please is this dalia's house, right? I'm her husband's cousin, Yusuf." Amrah nodded her head as she scanned him from head to toe. "I'll tell her you're here." She closed the door.