Chapter 43

"You just allowed this girl enter your house without greeting you or me?" Karima looked at the stairs dalia followed before she settled her gaze on amira again. "You see this girl? Hm! She is more important to my husband than I am to him. I am even starting to think my own father loves her more now than he loves me." Amira spoke with so much bitter in her tone. Karima scoffed before she laughed in disbelief. "Karima I am not joking. Just last week he slapped me because of her." "And you're stupidly here sitting without taking any actions on the girl?" Karima asked her in a loud voice. "I am even afraid to glare at this girl because he had warned me so many times about her and I am audibly sure he would do whatever he said he would." "He's not around now isn't he?" Amira hesitated before she nodded. She knew karima's next words won't be a good one. "Catch that girl now and beat the crap out of her. Warn her about your husband and I assure you she will not do any stupidity to come between you and him." Amira calmly reasoned her friend's words. Maybe it was because she hadn't warned her the first time that's why she always acted all innocent and melancholy when he was around to get amira in trouble. "You're right karima, but I am afraid. What if he comes back or he finds out what I have done? Even If he doesn't do anything to me and he would tell my father, that's double the trouble for me. Daddy won't take it easily with me." "Amira why are you acting so stupid? You see this is how people will keep taking advantage of you because you always act weak, like you don't know your rights." Amira dumbly nodded as she smiled brightly. She stood up from the sofa but before she could move again, karima quickly held her wrist, "where are you going? Just wait till she's done and come downstairs herself then we will pounce on her." Amira nodded before she settled down again. "Daddy took this girl to one of the most expensive universities here in Abuja. Do you see the kind of dresses she wears now? The kind I wear. And not just that, my husband was the one that did her registration. He always takes her home after she's done cleaning my house..." "And you're here sitting down? I doubt if her mother doesn't use jazz. Haa! I am not accusing your husband but do you know what happens when he's dropping her home? Does he even drop her straight home from here?" Amira's whole body shook as she tried to restrain herself. She had never even thought of that. Maybe that was what her mother had been trying to tell her. But no, she knew who muhsin was and he would never follow that old rag. "The man that slapped you because of her." Karima added when amira started shaking her head in disagreement. "Look karima. I trust my husband, I know he would never try having an affair, just not with that trash girl." She knew she was lying, Dalia was beautiful in and out and she couldn't help it. "You need to stop the girl from coming to your house. Look at how she was dressed. Who wears that alluring Abaya to come clean? Definitely she's up to something which no doubts she's after him." "If I stop her from coming who will clean and cook for me? I can't stop from coming else it will be another problem for me. Dalia walked down the stairs, not that she was done. She only came out to throw the tons of trash amira had littered with around her room. She scrambled up and walked over to dalia. She grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into the living room. "You will tell me who you did this makeup for. You're trying to seduce my husband right? Husband snatcher." Dalia didn't know when she got on her knees and started to plead with her. "Aunty which makeup? Seduce? Snatch who? Please aunty amira I am so sorry if I have done anything but I am just here to clean for you like mommy asked me to and nothing more. Please spare my life." "Don't even allow that stupid innocent face to deceive you amira, by the time she snatches your husband it won't be as innocent as it looks now." Amira averted her gaze from karima to the girl on her knees below her. She slapped her across the face multiple times before she grabbed her by the neck. "If I for once catch you anywhere near my husband, you see this face that you're claiming it's beautiful. I will burn it with acid and I am not kidding. My husband is rich, my father is rich, no one will dare arrest me for what I have done because you are no difference with the trash. You better watch out." She pushed her to the hard marbled tiles. "Now you're doing the right thing," karima mumbled happily. They both left her in the living room silently gushing tears out as she winced in pain. Her mind screamed out as the pain drove through her head. Amira really did smack her multiple times on her head and face. She laid down there for couple of minutes wishing she had never had left her mother at the first place. She would've continued being stubborn till they all gave up and let her be with her mother. She was just an orphan not a beggar but look at how someone was treating her like her life didn't matter.