Special Chapter 2: To Heal

We sat at the sofa, watching a film he insisted that I watch with him. It was one of the disney films that his little sisters had listed and gave to him when we visited yesterday. Halfway between the movie, my eyes was growing tired. But still, Qalif's eyes were glued at the screen. On the table was a bowl of pop corns and cans of coke that Qalif had finished. Unsurprisingly, Qalif disliked beer and would rather spend his days chugging down a soda or banana milk. He was far from the type of man I had planned on marrying for convenience.