Chapter 83

Amira hissed and threw the remote on the sofa before she stormed into the kitchen, looking for what to damage. She moved further in and opened the pot. She smirked, looking at the mouth watering stew inside. She looked around the kitchen and spotted the salt jar. She let out a menacing laugh as she walked over to the salt and claimed it. She poured half the jar inside the stew before stirring it and closed it back the way she saw it. Later in the evening dalia came down the stairs and walked into the kitchen to check on the white rice she was cooking. After she was done arranging everything on the table, she went back to her room and freshened up before he returned home. She hurried left the room when she heard his car drive in. She waited for him by the door step. He alight from the car and walked to where she was standing. She opened her arms for him before he approached her. Now she was used to all of his touches and cheesy words. Muhsin wrapped her in a warm swaddle of his chest and arms. His warm embrace made all her troubles wash away- mental and physical, mostly the anger part. If only she could stay in his arms forever, safe from the world's harmful people. One could only hope. "Welcome back," she muttered, wrapping her arms around his neck while he loops his arms around her waist. He lands a gentle kiss on her lips, smiling. "I've missed you, a lot." She returned a smile and kissed his lips in respond. "Come, I cooked for you." He lets go of her and held her hand as she led the way. "How was work today?" She asked on their way to his room. She opened the captivating, spotless room, nicely fragranced with burning incense. He inhaled and beamed. "It was great Alhamdulillah. But I might travel next week. I said might... stop giving me that look." He said when her facial expression changed. She slumped her shoulders and tilted her head, pouting. "But..." Then she paused and sighed. "I'll take a quick shower and meet you in your room." He walked away to his closet. She exhaled as she walked out of his room to hers. She sauntered into her room same time her phone started ringing. She hurriedly picked it up from her dressing table. "Dalia!! Where have you been? I've been calling your line but you weren't picking." Hamida spoke from the other line. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't close to the phone. Hope everything is okay, even though you sound sooo... excited." Hamida squealed that she had to move the phone away from her ear to avoid getting deaf by hamida's excited screams. "My sister just gave birth and guess what? It's twins! They decided to surprise us. Omg... you have to come see them..." "Hamida, calm down now and breathe." Dalia chuckled softly even though her heart was pacing fast for an unknown reason but she knew it was about giving birth. "Although, their mother is still unconscious. But she'll be fine in sha Allah. Anyways... can't wait for yours.... Hold on, I'll call you back." Hamida ended the call. Dalia sluggishly dropped the phone and let out a shaky breath. She could feel her heart beat... every single pound in her chest. Hamida just had to remind her of what she always feared; giving birth or even getting pregnant. And by the way muhsin has been talking about it, there was no way she could attempt saying no to that. What would he think of her? Her mother never raised her that way. She slumped on her bed and closed her eyes. Everything became worse when she remembered her friend binta. Even after hey attempted to help her, binta ended up saying she doesn't want to leave her husband anymore and dalia knew binta didn't mean that. She was force to say that when the matter was taken to court. Dalia chuckled sadly, after how much muhsin wanted to help binta but she ended up shaming them. Dalia looked at her phone as it kept rattling but she refused to pick up the call. She needn't want hamida ranting about babies or giving birth. She has heard times without numbers how women suffered when giving birth, some hardly survived while some couldn't escape death. What if she couldn't escape it too? She briskly sat up right shaking her head. She held her stomach as it swirled with fear. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She stayed in that position for as long as she could remember. "Is everything alright?" She raised her head to meet him standing in front of her. Through a swirl of sickening fear, Dalia smiled and shook her head no. "I'm fine, I promise." He plop beside her and pulled her to his laps. "Tell me, your face says otherwise." He gently stroked her back as he waited for her answer. She tilted her head and pouted. "When am I going to see mama?" She finally asked. He leans in close her, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he whispered in her ear. "After you get pregnant." She slowly turned her head to look at him, keeping her cool. "Please I'm serious here. It already has been two months and you haven't said anything about going home," she lamented slightly swinging her feet. "I'm not joking here. You'll go see her after I know I have a special treasure in you." He gently puts his hand under her blouse and rubbed her tummy. She attempted to get off his laps but he held her back. She let out a long sigh praying he wouldn't hear how her heart was beating loudly and rapidly.