Chapter 95

"Then why are you still holding me here? Why don't you set me free? To run where I am needed, a place I will be loved and cared for?" She cuts him off. That was the first time dalia talked back at him. For the passed months now, she has been too patient with his selfish behaviours. She loved him but she wanted to leave and have peace. "What hides behind the lies are truths that failed to get to the light. What lies behind your betrayal may have been honest at first sight. What concealed my pain is what keeps reminding me of you every night. I am so, so confused but I believe everything will come out when the time is right." Words flew from her mouth that she never thought she'd even think, let alone say out loud. She knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they'd hit their mark. She bolts out of the living room without a back glance. She was too infuriated to look at amira who was eavesdropping by the stairs for the whole time. She sashayed into her room and locked the door. She placed her hand on her heart to steady the heartbeat. She slumped down, her back resting on the bed. She closed her eyes, slowly taking deep breaths. She smiled, feeling pleased with her words. At least she had gotten it out of her chest now and she has never felt so proud of herself for speaking up. She stood up and hopped in her bed after switching off the lights. She laid in her bed and covered half her body with the soft blanket. As her consciousness ebbed, her mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream. ** Dalia's head jolts upward letting her know she fell asleep. Her eyes grew wider than usual and take on a wild look around her room then her eyes dotted at him. For a few seconds, she feels confused. She could audibly remember locking her room before sleeping. How did he get in? "Get up now, I want you to cook noodles for amira." He started walking out of the room when her voice stopped him. "What do you mean by get up and cook? In the middle of the night? For what reason? What is she doing that she can't get up and cook herself?" He turned and beheld her gaze. "Amira is sick and that's the only thing she can eat now. Get up now and go do what I asked you to do before I really lose my temper." He needn't to wait for her response. He breezed out of the room, leaving her with a stunned expression. She shook her head tiredly as she got off her bed. She wore her fluffy slippers before stepping out of her room to the kitchen. The amount of patience she has lately was starting to astonish her. How did she change from being so stubborn to this? Or maybe it was the right thing to do even though she knew this was too much or rather, part of his unending punishments. She shook her head, disregarding the thought and finished cooking what he asked for. The moment she was done, she headed upstairs with it and went to amira's room. She knocked several times before he finally opened the door. He took the plate away from her without giving her a second glance. She stood there for what seemed forever before dragging her feet to her room. The next morning, she was getting ready for school when he entered her room. "Meet me downstairs," he informed her before closing the door. She heaved a sigh as she continued dressing up. She slipped into her hijab before taking her handbag with her. She walked out, thinking of what he had in store for her today. It's been more than two months now and there wasn't any changes in his behaviour. Sometimes she felt like giving up or reporting him to his parents but something keeps holding her back. She met him with amira snuggling more into his arm as she gave her a smug smile. Dalia looked away, ignoring her. "Babe," she spoke sluggishly gazing at him. "Please tell her to stop using this perfume, I don't like it. It makes me more feverish." She turned her gaze to dalia. She looked so calm yet her insides were burning with anger and jealousy. "Why are you even using perfume? So because I asked you to stop wearing veils, you found another way to attract them right?" She swallowed her anger and breathed out, still waiting to hear why he called her. "You called me." She reminded him as she held a stoic face expression. "It's about my wife Amira, she's pregnant if you don't know. And as from today you will be the one to do everything, I mean everything for her. And you will do all the house chores and cooking because you do know I don't have that desire to hire a maid." Now every time he opened his mouth, she got angrier. "And before you cook, you have to ask her to hear what she wants to eat. I don't want to see her raise even a broom stick, got it?" She swallowed her retort and nodded her head even though she had so many things to say. It didn't help, it made things worse, she needed to say something.