Chapter 72

"Now come sit and have your breakfast before he arrives." As on cue, she was about to sit when he appeared in the dining room. Her heart throbbed hard the moment she heard the baritone of his voice. She turned away, restraining herself from running out of the room. His cologne getting stronger which meant he was immensely inches away from her. "I will leave you two, I have some things to do now." Rayhana sluggishly stood to her feet and left the two in an uncomfortable silence. "Dalia," he called her. She hesitated before looking at him. "Good morning," she uttered almost impossible for him to hear. He smirked and started her pale face. "Thought I did something wrong." She ignored him. As muhsin scanned her face for response, the silence hung in the air like the suspended moment before she sighed uncomfortably and ducked her head more. "You should eat your breakfast now before we get late." He stood up from the chair he was seated and adjusted his blazer. "I'll be in the car waiting." She looked up at him as he turned to leave. The sight of him causes a hot ball of admiration in her stomach to funnel down her legs and up to her chest. She shook the thoughts away and sighed; he wasn't her husband, not just yet. She couldn't be dwelling over someone's husband with the reason that they were engaged. She quickly had her breakfast and bid rayhana goodbye before she joined him in the car and he dropped her off at school. "Dalia?" Hamida enfolded her in a warm embrace before she broke the hug and held dalia's cheeks in her palms. "Where have you been all this while? You don't pick our calls or call back or even return any of our messages." Asiya hugged her. "You owe us an explanation." Dalia chuckled softly as she broke the hug. She looked at her friends. "I know, I know and I'm so sorry for pushing you guys away without any explanations. A lot happened but everything is fine now, I promise you guys. And I won't let such happen again." "But are you sure everything's fine?" Amina asked worriedly. Dalia smiled and nodded. "Come, lets go revise before the exams." Hamida parted ways with them to her department same as Asiya, while Amina and Dalia hang around their department and to have a discussion about what they've studied. ** Days later..... Amira unwarily marched into her mother's room and slumped on the her bed, concurrently let the tears free. "He refuses to call of the wedding. I tried everything you told me but.... He refused to. What should I do now mommy? I can't stand this, I can't stand having that revolting little runt as my co wife, mommy." Her mother disappointedly glared at her and looked away as she hissed. "You didn't try harder, amira. You're too weak and not violent enough. If you've done exactly what I've told you, he would've called off the wedding days ago." Amira looked up to her mother. "The last thing he told me this morning was he was going to divorce me if I don't cut all my foolish acts, and I cannot risk losing him, you know that!" Amira retorted furiously. Her mother chuckled softly and looked at her. "You came together, right?" She asked amira. She slightly nodded as she thought of what her mother's vile smirk meant. "Come with me, right now." Mommy rise up and walked towards the door. Amira hurriedly followed her out of the room to where she was heading which was daddy's living room. She met her mother standing very closely by the door, eavesdropping. She scoffed and turned to the stairs. Amira followed her again, jumbled and afraid of what her mother was up to. Before she reached the last step upstairs, mommy had already sauntered out of daddy's study holding two golf sticks. "Mommy, what are you doing with daddy's golf sticks?" Her stomach swirled with fear. "Are we going to kill him?" She gasped as she followed her down the stairs again. "You must be insane." Her mother glared and handed one golf stick to her. "Follow me." Amira like the moronic person she was, she took the stick and followed her mother out of the house. Before she approached her, mommy had already broken one of the car windows. "What are you doing, mommy? This is my husband's car if you've forgotten." Amira yelled infuriately. "Your husband is about to go see that vile little cockroach and you don't see any reason why to stop him?" Without having a second thought, she furious smashed the front windscreen. "I can kill that girl because of him," she spat. The boiling anger rising in her. She couldn't hold the anger, the jealousy. She smacked fenders and headlights till she was sure it was damaged. "Hajiya? Amira? Innalillahi Wa'inna Ilaihir Raji'un, what in the living day light are you people doing?" Alhaji asked dumbfounded as he scanned the car they have disfigured. "Alhaji if you don't stay out of this I will smack this stick...." His hand cracked across mommy's face, snapping it back with another slap much more harder than the first one.