Chapter 92

Dalia jerked up from the loud bang that frightened her. She looked around, her hand on her heart to stable the organ as it hammered almost painfully against her chest. "Do you know what time it is? What are you waiting for that you haven't made breakfast when you know I have to go to work today. You think you'll have peace of mind in this house after what you have done to me? You better get up now before you face my wrath." There was a silent thump in her chest as she stared up at him. He marched out of the room afterwards and left her there looking at the door he bang close. She heaved a sigh and shook her head as she gave herself a pep talk. She let her legs down and rested her elbows on her knees, palms on her face. She stayed at the same position before she rise to her feet and entered her bathroom to freshen up. She hurriedly sauntered to the kitchen, thinking of the fastest thing she could cook for him. She opened the pantry, scanning through it. She heaved a sigh; and she knew asking him might cause more hassle for her. She shrugged her shoulders before reaching her hand to pick up the fettuccine pasta. She brought out all the ingredient she needed before closing it. Within short period of time, she was done cooking. In hurry, she arranged everything on the dining table before sauntering out to the living room. She met him seated in the living room, answering a call. Her eyes flickered as her heart thumped at his appearance. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expression of his voice. He was handsome from his generous opinions to the touch of his hand upon her own. She loved the way his voice quickened when he sparkled with a new idea or was so enjoying one of hers that he loses himself for a moment. But now, all of that has faded into nothing at all but hatred and pain. He had changed into something completely different from the man she married. He glared at her as he waited to hear what she had to say. He cleared his throat, sending daggers her way. She breathed out averting her gaze, embarrassed. He caught her drooling over him. "Uh.... I... I'm done cooking." She stuttered, fiddling with her hand. She raised her head to see him rising to his feet. She moved away from the glass door but instead, she gazed at him following the door way out. "You haven't eaten," she reminded him. One hand in his pocket as he walked. "Turns out I wasn't hungry." He walked out without waiting for her respond. She stood still like a planted tree that hasn't been watered in days. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in expression of stunned surprise. Her emotions turn jagged and her insides tight. Before her legs could fail her, she walked up the stairs to her room. Was this part of the punishment he had for her? Or it was a way to chase her out of the house without sending her away himself? If only she had known this was how things would turn out, she would've never agreed to marry him, she would've never agreed when daddy offered to sponsor her tuition. She would've stayed with her mother, happy in their small world, just the two of them. But, she stupidly went ahead and married someone's husband. In dalia's sobbing was the sound of a heart breaking. She shook with grief, tears flowing unchecked, there was part of her breaking. That's what happens when you love someone but they don't feel the same way about you. To give life to someone who wouldn't live for you. ** Later in the evening, dalia came out of her room and went to the kitchen to cook dinner before he gets back. As she cooked, the thought of wether he would abandon her food or not swirled in her mind. She slumped her shoulder, sighing. What if she didn't cook, she feared. It meant another hassle. She finished cooking and arranged everything on the dining table before she went up to her room to freshen up. After she was done getting ready, she stepped out again to the dining area. She ate her dinner alone and moved the living room. She turned on the TV to get her mind away from her worries, but nothing worked; Everything she sees reminded her of him. Everything she does reminds her of the man she thought was the one for her, the one she thought she'd grow old with, happily but now she doubt if any of that was possible. The door swings open, cutting her off from her miserable reverie. She rise to her feet looking at them. She noticed how his smile disappeared the moment he gazed at her. When she greeted, he walked passed her without a back glance. She stared at his retreating back till he was out her view. She exhaled as she turned her head to look at Yusuf. "Good evening," she muttered, trying to smile. "How are you feeling now?" He asked her, returning an awkward smile. She responded before turning away and left him there alone before the usual tears burst forth. She glide upstairs to her room same time he was coming out of his room to meet up his cousin. Yusuf looked at Muhsin in the belief. "Wait, she didn't bring any refreshments for you?" He asked, staring to get enraged. Yusuf gawked at him before hissing."That isn't necessary, we need to talk. About this." Yusuf stared at muhsin's face, irked. Muhsin shrugged it off and settled down on the three sitter beside Yusuf. He changed the channel as Yusuf started speaking.