Six

BK 2 chapter 6

I and Abdulrahman sat on the couch with my baby separating us. We were supposed to be watching the film but here I was staring at Abdulrahman. He was an epitome of beauty; my eyes trailed from his lashes to his cheekbone, to lips. His chest was showing under his white shirt. I didn't know when he used his flicked me on my head. I was thinking of saying yes to him but I was nervous.

Maybe he would reconsider and reject me.

Whatever, I'm telling him today, I thought.

"Quit staring, you can take a picture," he said smugly. I cleared my throat," who said I was staring " I said nonchalantly. Abdullahi turned to me and to Abdulrahman.

"Dada momma, why is Dada not living with us?" I and Abdulrahman glanced at each other before focusing our gaze on him.

"What am I going to do with you boy?, you always have a question to ask" I pinched his cheek to divert him from the subject.

"But momma, you have not answered. ." I shooed him.

"Watch it" I pointed to the television screen.

We turned our gaze to the TV before he stood with narrowed eyes.

I gulped, this boy always behaved like an adult.

"What now bibi?" I groaned.

"Why is Dada not living with us and why have you guys not kissed?". He said huffing while crossing his arms.

"What?" I shrieked.

"Where did you hear the k-word?" I stuttered while he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, the teacher said parents kiss each other to show love and my classmates do ask too". He rolled his eyes as if it was not a big deal.

"Momma, I'm waiting..." He said impatiently, tapping his foot on the ground. That moment Maryam entered. I sighed in relief because I didn't know what to say.

"Assalamualaikum guys" I turned my eyes away from her.

"Walaikum salam" I mumbled.

She crouched down to Abdullahi's and patted his cheeks. "Can you go inside little one, aunty wants to talk to Dada and momma?" she said softly while my boy nodded and entered his room.

She slumped beside me, and we stared at each other awkwardly. We both cleared our throat.

This was it, let me talk to her.

"I'm sorry" both of us blurted out at the same time.

"Stop copying me!" We yelled at the same time.

"You first" we grumbled at once and pointed at each other.

"This is annoying" the same time again. We laughed out.

"Talk" the same thing again.

"You" we both groaned.

"Will both of you stop that childish game, you are distracting me" Abdulrahman butted in. I'd forgotten him, that he was with us.

I stopped," bunny, I'm sorry," she said remorsefully.

"I too bear," I said softly and we hugged each other.

Maryam yanked the remote from him while he yelled.

"What evil now" he growled.

"Nothing crazy wanna talk to you" she stuck her tongue out.

"I hope what you want to say has some sense with it because you never say something with sense, idiot," he said.

"You fool" she screeched, "you are saying I don't have sense" she exclaimed.

"Whatever you want to think," he said dismissively.

She stood up, head high. She had that intimidating vibe. I gulped.

"Abdulrahman, I swear to God, I won't think you are my bro" she dragged the bro. "If you hurt her" she pointed to me. "I swear to god, I will burn you alive." She said dangerously.

"Chill is, I know but she has not agreed to my proposal," he said nervously, glancing at me at her.

"You stupid, she loves you. Just waiting for you to re-propose to her" she said, smirking at him.

"You crazy fool" I mouthed to her.

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A year later

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It had been 5 years.

It had been 5 years, he had left me.

He left me alone in this cruel world with a baby, when he vowed that he would always be there.

I didn't think I would be able to forget, his cold body fell in limp, his soulless eyes staring at me, his dry lips and pale face.

He would always have a space in my heart that no one could replace or steal... But I'd like to move on.

Today was my wedding day. I was getting married to my childhood love--Abdulrahman.

He stood by my side and helped me through all those years that I thought I could never pass through.

I didn't want to reminisce that period, I'd moved on, I chanted to myself. I'd moved on for my son.

I loved Abdulrahman, he proposed to me some years ago but I was still drowning in my misery. I accepted his proposal last year and today here I stood before the mirror-like a new bride.

Please help me through ya Allah "I prayed silently.

"Here comes the beautiful bride" Maryam shouted out.

I smiled at her and glanced at my husband-to-be, he smiled at me showing his white pearls teeth with his prominent dimples. My heart skipped

After the Nikkah, we drove home. My new house and home. The house was cosy, it looked normal, not like Yusuf's gigantic house.

He unlocked the door, we entered together and said our Teslim.

I walked past him, he lifted me up, and instinctively I wrapped my legs around him.

He looked at me with love "do you know how many times I've dreamt of this" he whispered huskily, he looked at my lips.

I knew what he wanted, I nodded my head giving him permission. His mouth descended to mine.

As the kiss deepened, I felt myself being yanked away from him and my body hit the wall hard. I groaned out, looking at him confusedly.

"You", he raged out.

"What happened," I asked in fear and confusion, ``what had I done wrong?.

"You dared moan out his name while I was kissing you. I know you are a whore. You left me for him because of his money and fame" he yelled while walking towards me, I shook my head vigorously not wanting him to come near me.

He laughed maniacally"where is he now"... He scowled "oh, I remembered, he's under the ground 6ft".

"I will make you regret ever leaving me for him. All the pain you caused me, I'm going to inflict it on you." he spat out with disgust and so much venom.

He slapped me hard, I felt my consciousness zoning in and out.

Blackness came to greet me, and I happily embraced it.

"I hope I've not married wrong " was the last thought on my mind before everything disappeared.