Chapter 86

"He'i bannin. A acca o nyama nyamdo tawan bo miyida mi meta mi nana a voli Hala man. (That's enough please. Allow her to eat first and I don't want to hear you speak about this again.)" Aunty sent daggers his way before she turned her gaze to dalia, giving her a soft smile. "Take your tea first before you pray and rest more." Dalia tried to smile but failed. She nodded her head and claimed the cup from her mother in law. After she had taken half cup of the tea, she dropped the tea on the side table before aunty helped her up and took her to the bathroom to perform wudhu. The whole time, his attention was on her and he could sense there was something wrong with his wife after she was told about the news. Hours later, dalia was discharged from the hospital. Aunty went home together with her driver while muhsin left with Dalia. On their way, dalia couldn't stop the thought that she was carrying a human being in her, her own child with muhsin. The desolate tears rolled down from her tired eyes. She hugged her knees and buried her head in her knees as the tears rushed out. He ignored her the whole while they were on their way home. The moment she realized they were home, she briskly alight from the car and entered the house. He claimed her handbag before he stepped out and followed her in. He entered the quiet living room and walked passed it to the stairs. He met her in her room already lying down on her bed. He dropped the bag and the round chair and walked over to where she was. "What would you like to eat now? You barely ate today," he spoke to her softly while he stared at her. She had her face covered with her hijab. He pulled it away and raised his brows, waiting for her answer. "I'm not hungry," she muttered before covering her face again. Before he could speak again, she swiftly scrambled up but stumbled at the corner of the room, and with each step, her stomach tightened and ached all the more. She kept swallowing, and her throat kept clenching, but no matter what she could not stop the warm feeling rising through her chest. He helped her up and took her to the bathroom. A warm, clouded, cream coloured liquid spilled from her mouth, and sizzled. He helped her rinse her mouth afterwards and took her back into the bedroom. "How are you feeling?" He asked stroking her back. She nodded her head, eyes closed. "You need to eat something, dalia. What do you want to eat now?" He queried but she pretended like she never heard what he said. "Dalia," he called her name softly. She opened her eyes and stared at him. "You haven't answered me," he spoke hopelessly. He could sense she was starting to get moody not knowing what was actually bothering her. "I just want to sleep." She closed her eyes again after speaking. "But at least wear something comfortable," he lamented but she ignored him. He sighed helplessly and covered her body with the quilt. He turned off the lights and sauntered out of the room. ** Days passed and she was still feeling the same way. Her morning sickness was day and night. Whatever she ate comes out almost immediately after she has eaten. She was starting to get impatient about it. Crying was what she had mastered doing. Her eyes were fixed on the tv in front of her but her thoughts were far away from what was actually going on. Suddenly, the nausea clawed at her throat, and she tried to force down the bile, but it was too late. She scrambled up and hurriedly entered the guest toilet in the living room. Chunks of partially disgusted chicken spewed out of her coughing, choking mouth. Her stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out. Her face was white and dripping bile, sweat and tears. The pungent stench invaded her nostril and she heaved even though there was nothing left to go. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. She paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside her but she couldn't. A lone tear traced down her cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. Her chin trembled as if she was still a small child. She breathed heavier than she ever had before. She was gasping for air that simply wasn't there. Her throat burned forming a silent screams. Just four months after her marriage now she was already pregnant? She shook her head as she cleared the tears and sluggishly rise to her feet. She was rinsing her mouth when he hurriedly entered the bathroom. "Dalia? What happened? Did you throw up again?" He asked stroking her back. She clutched her hand on the basin and closed her eyes tight. "Isn't it obvious?" She grunted. "I'm so sorry for putting you in this situation. But, everything will be over soon by Allah's will." She hissed as she pushed his hand away from touching her back. He beheld her gaze in awe, "I understand that you are not in a good shape or in a good mood, dalia, but you should know what to do or what not to do especially to me." That was the breaking point of her patience. "You know what? I can't do this... I can't do this anymore. I didn't ask to be pregnant in the first place. I don't want this baby, can't you see how it's making me suffer everyday? Yaya I can't do this anymore."