Chapter 33

"Okay, I'm sorry, have you eaten?" He asked and she shook her head looking away. "I will go speak with her now. Just get some rest before someone brings your dinner. I will be with the guys after that." He left after much convincing her that he would deal with Fauzah. He followed the living room to the kitchen were he found most of the girls preparing dinner. "Fauzah, come with me." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder before they followed through the back door to the backyard. "What did my wife do to you? Why were you being rude to her?" He asked smoothly, not that he was furious. She swiftly gazed at him and shook her head, eyes widened. "Hamma Muhsin, I didn't. She told you I did? What happened was I took her lunch to your room and she said she doesn't like it. Yapendo asked me to cook another thing for her which I did. When I took it, she started yelling at me for no reason that she never asked me to cook that. I got angry and left without sparing another second in the room. Yapendo is my witness Sadiya is my witness too." He heaved a sigh, just as he thought, amira was lying just to get attention or look for trouble. She always looks for a slightest chance to make him fight with one of his family members. "You can go now but make sure you take her dinner to our room." He dismissed her before he walked to the poolside where he knew the men were hanging out. "What is this boy doing here?" He asked looking at his younger brother. Zayd stood up from the beanbag chair, scratching the back of his head. "Leave this place now before I break your strong head," he threatened and before he made any move, zayd quietly left the place. "Where's the groom?" He asked as he plumped down where his brother before. "He's by the parking lot, with his wife to be obviously," Yusuf retorted. They conversed about what they've missed about their hometown and their childhood memories while they waited for dinner. ** The next morning, muhsin got dressed and left the house to the airport to pickup Amira's mother. He saw her together with the last person he least expected to see, Dalia. "Good Morning mommy," he greeted and she answered cheerfully. He loaded their belongings in the car truck before he opened the back door for mommy. She thanked him before she entered. Dalia sluggishly entered the front seat after he told her too. She was uncomfortable, not that she was around him and mommy, but the pain she had been experiencing below her abdomen for almost a week now. She sat there quietly listening to him and mommy conversing about the wedding and whatnot. Thirty minutes later they arrived at Muhsin's family house, where almost everyone was. They were warmly welcomed by his family. Mommy was taken to a private room while Muhsin's mother took Dalia to where Fauzah and the rest were since they were age mates. Later in the evening, Dalia's pain got worse that it dragged attention to her, what she had been avoiding. "Please could you tell me what's wrong with you? You have been crying for about ten minutes now, or should I call amira's mother?" She spoke smoothly as she rubbed he back. Dalia shook her head while she grimaced. Fauzah and the rest of her sisters kept on asking but she couldn't utter a word to them. Fauzah swiftly left the room to call Muhsin's mother since she kind of the only person she tends to get free with. "Dalia, what's wrong? Your stomach hurts?" Aunty asked softly. She slowly nodded her head as beads of sweat cascading down from her forehead. " Sadiya yuhu nyunu Yusuf junta do. Be do les bedo taska. (Sadiya, go and call Yusuf for me right now. They're downstairs getting ready.)" Sadiya quickly left the room and did as she was told. She came back shortly together with Yusuf. "Yapendo, ko hebimo? O yecci mun ko ta mo na. (Yapendo, what happened to her? Did she tell you what's wrong with her?)" He inquired as he moved closer to her. "I think it's period cramp," she spoke dolefully. "Salamu alaikum, what's wrong with her? She was okay just this morning when we left home." Amira's mother interrupted them. Amira stood by the door and peeped from where she was. She shrugged her shoulders and walked away in her elegant dress, ready to kill for the night. "Do you experience this pain whenever you're going to have your period or when you're on your period?" He asked her and she briskly nodded. The pain sears through her bladder and back better than a branding iron. Her mind conceding to the torment, unable to bring a thought to completion. Her mind only knew pain. Every thought she had confused her as the burning pain licked up her bladder like scorching fire. "Fauzah, do you have any heating pad?" He asked but she shook her head. He looked at dalia again as he thought for a while. He stood up from the edge pf the bed. "You guys should finish getting ready for the dinner and leave. I will go get her some drugs and heating pad." He averted his gaze to the middle aged women, muhsin's mother and amira's mother. "Mommy you should go finish getting ready and go. She will be fine in sha Allah."