Chapter 22

Amira followed her into the house filled with women from different tribe and complexion. They didn't look anything like good women. Karima walked majestically into the woman's room and the ladies their glared at them. Amira wondered why. She shrugged her shoulders and followed karima in. "Hajja Meena, why haven't you been picking my calls? And you knew I was going to ask about my money." The woman called Hajja Meena hissed annoyingly and sat back down on her sofa. "I was bathing when you called and right now I am going out and it's cause of your money. You shouldn't have came because I was coming to give you your money tomorrow morning," she spat nonchalantly as she stood up again. She started walking outside but Karima held her arm. "What do you mean?" She questioned furiously as she pushed her back. "If you don't let go of me, this your innocent friend will know whatever you're hiding," she barked and karima quickly let go of her arm. Amira was far deep in her thoughts, not knowing what they were saying. She sighed hoping Muhsin wasn't back home. She hissed softly knowing he never comes back early. She checked her wrist watch, it was almost asr time. "Amira let's go," she muttered and walked out of the untidy living room. Amira did as she was told and they left the house. Her heart did a triple flip as if it was coming out of her mouth. She could feel her heart beating in her throat when their eyes met. Karima paused a bit when her eyes landed on Anwar, halima's husband. But what she didn't know was the other man was Amira's husband which happens to be Anwar's boss. All her mind was on Anwar. Amira quickly pushed karima into the car as she collected the car keys to drive. He watched them as they drove away in a high speed. Muhsin heaved a sigh and turned his attention back to what the architect was saying. "What the hell is wrong with you amira? What was the meaning of that?" She asked infuriated. She wasn't done checking him out when amira pushed her into the car. "Didn't you see my husband was there? Oh ya Allah, I know I am in deep trouble," she muttered, horror stricken. "Oh," she muttered. She could swear she knew the other man but she never expected him to be amira's husband. "So your husband is that other man's boss?" She asked instead. "Wha- which man? What are you even talking about, karima? I told you I'm in trouble and you're asking about some other man?" She groaned. "I never asked you to follow me, you were the one that begged me so don't you even dare yell at me." Amira hissed and concentrated on driving. She tapped her hand on the steering wheel as she thought of million excuses to give him. She dropped karima off at her apartment before leaving. She thought of going home to her mother but that would only put her in more trouble. She got home and entered the living room before she started pacing back and forth. She removed her veil, head-tie and jewellery. She was about the remove her bracelet when she remembered her gold with karima. She groaned and hissed as she fetched her phone from her handbag. She dialled her number but she never picked till she called again. "What?" She spat. "Karima, my gold. I need it now," she answered, her heart filled with dismayed. She hissed, "oh, and I am about to head out now. I can't wait for you. You can come get it tomorrow morning because I am not coming back anytime soon and I know your husband will not allow you to go out late in the night." She cut the call after that. Amira stared at the phone in awe when she realized that karima has ended the call. She hissed and threw the phone on the couch. That wasn't the problem now. She had bigger one in front of her. Back in the construction sight, Muhammad stopped talking when he realized muhsin's attention were on the two women that just left in the car. "I don't advise you to go anywhere near those women," he reasoned with him. Muhsin looked at him, waiting for more explanation about what he meant. "You see that house," he muttered pointing at the house karima and his wife came out of. "The owner of the house is a prostitute. And she keeps other prostitutes in her house." He listened to Muhammad as he stared at the well built mansion. He actually thought it was owned by a politician or a business man or just someone wealthy. He shrugged of the thought and focused on what actually brought him there. He would deal with her when he gets home. Later in the night, on his way home from Yusuf's house, he thought of what exactly brought his wife to that house. He couldn't think of amira being one of them. He gives her everything she wanted. She had her own cars. Just what was she looking for there? He hissed slightly when remembered who he saw her with. The woman he had warned her multiple times about. He stepped out the car the moment he parked it at the parking lot. He walked into the house to the living room. No one was there except the working TV. He looked at the wall clock, it was passed 10pm. He turned off the TV and turned off the lights before heading to his room. He had his bath and rest a bit before stepping out of his room to her room. He slowly opened the door with the thought she might lock it. He met her pacing around the room, panicky. She stood still when their eyes met. He could see the fear In her eyes but she cleared her throat and furrowed her brows acting all brave.