Chapter 91

After he was done getting ready, he prayed maghrib first before stepping out of the room. He met her in the living room watching TV. She turned her gaze to him, smiling. He stared her in hijab, that was new to him. Amira was wearing hijab today? "Why didn't you go out to pray?" For a moment he could swear dalia was the one that spoke because never in his life had amira told him to go and pray or anything that has to do with their religion. "I don't feel good that's why I couldn't go to the mosque. Let's go." She blocked his path, holding his cheeks. "Why do you have to go out then? She can wait till tomorrow or when you feel better. We can't go out when you're sick." He held her hand that was still on his cheek and rubbed it. "I took some drug, I'll be fine. We should get going now." He walked passed her to the door. She groaned lowly and followed his retreating back. After a short drive, they arrived at his parents house. He met his father outside together with his brother. They headed in together after they've exchanged pleasantries. Muhsin followed his father into the living room while amira went in to aunty's room. Aunty turned to look at the door after she heard the greetings. "Wa'alaikumus Salam, amira. You're welcome." Amira smirked and greeted her as she settled down on one of the chairs in aunty's room as she gawked at dalia that was laying in the bed. Dalia never raised her head left alone to she attempt greeting amira till aunty told her to. "Where's your husband?" Aunty asked, shifting her gaze from dalia to amira. "He's with baba," she answered nonchalantly as she typed away from her phone. Aunty shook her head and turned away from amira. A short while later, he entered the room. Aunty glared at him before she answered his greetings. Dalia sat up right before she greeted him. He eyed her before answering coldly. If it weren't for his mother being there, he would've ignored her. He settled down beside amira on the chair. Aunty wanted to ask him so many things but seeing amira there, she shrugged it off for another day. "Let me send the maid with food, you're not leaving here without eating. Have you seen yourself?" She lamented looking at her son. He smiled, scratching the back of his head unable to utter a word. She heaved a sigh, shaking her head. After she left the room, amira turned her gaze to him. "Babe, after we leave can you get me some ice cream and pizza, that's what I want to eat tonight." He forced a smile at her and nodded. "Anything you want, babe." He held her hand before he kissed it. She chuckled before pecking his lips. Dalia sat there on aunty's bed, not bothering herself to gaze at them but she knew what they were doing. She heaved sigh already feeling sorry for herself if her husband would start treating her badly like he had started showing her already. She took deep breaths and closed her eyes. The last thing she would want to do was cry in front of them especially her co wife. Her throat ached as the tears threatened to cascade down, but she wasn'g that weak, she was stronger than that. Aunty came back together with the maid. She averted her gaze from amira glued to muhsin's body to dalia. One look could tell something was wrong with dalia but she refused to speak up. Aunty knew something wasn't right; for no reason would muhsin abandon her after how aunty has seen the love he had for dalia. Whatever it was she prayed for their peace and a stronger bond between them because she had never seen her son so happy till dalia came into his life. After a while, they left the house. Amira sat on the front seat while dalia entered the back seat. Their whole drive, amira was the only one blabbering about having a baby. He hardly spoke the whole time amira was talking. After they had arrived home, dalia went straight to her room without waiting for anything or anyone. She looked around the room, everything was as she left it. She heaved a sigh and walked further in. She dropped her bag on the bed and collapsed. She closed her eyes thinking how her life would change into something that has been her greatest nightmare; having a bad relationship between her and her husband. She sat up and rested her elbows on her knees, palm under her chin. It was her tears that kept her soul alive in the furnace of the pain. Whenever the tears comes, she lets them flow to let her soul be at ease from the pain she felt. The pain and sadness comes rushing back whenever she remembered the hateful look he gave her, the words he spat at her and how he abandoned her for days without caring where she was or how she was doing. She inhaled, closing her eyes before wiping the tears away. This was just a trial and she would surely pass the test. Everything was going to be back to normal as long as she tried and endure whatever comes her way. And whoever told her husband she aborted the baby would surely pay back the debt.