My wife.

Chapter 40

'Omar'

~17~

*flashback*

"You what!" My father yelled grabbing me by the collar, "Not the day before our national competition, who do I put in your place."

"Fine, I'll compete, but after that, you can't stop me," I replied, gently pulling myself away

I was a different person at this point. I didn't even raise my voice or a hand to my father, I feared and respected him way too much. Taekwondo wasn't being fair to me at this point, and I felt like it was controlling and consuming me. I won my gold medals and handed them over to my father, who for weeks hadn't spoken to me. I remember he froze my bank accounts and sometimes would lock me at home and not allow me to go to school. It got better after my senior year when I walked past the kickboxing dojo that was recruiting.

Broken, saddened by everything I had lost I walked in and immediately was embraced. I excelled and even did a lot better than I did in taekwondo because this time it was about me and what I wanted, how I felt and whatever I needed just came at the right time…since I made that decision.

For years I still lived with my father peacefully abiding by his rules but never provided any response when he called my commitment to kickboxing a phase. I was constantly shamed and belittled, yet I showed him love and stayed disciplined.

**

"You're here!" She said, accepting the flowers

"As if i`d ever allow you to spend new year's on your own," I replied, placing my hands into my pocket…taking out a simple beaded ring.

Onto one knee, I asked her, "Will you marry me…"

Her mood suddenly changed, her face swelled up, and she dropped the flowers I got her as the fireworks lit up at that very moment. I was certain that I was getting rejected. Why wasn't she saying anything...

"I will!" she said with a tear dropping to the floor in front of us

I smiled placing the ring on her finger…embracing her for the first time. The first time since our childhood.

It may have only been one tear, but it was the most genuine…the happiest.

"Doughnuts?" I asked passing the box to her

"I'm not eating them i`m on a diet."

"You diet?" I said laughing, "You kill me,"

She smiled, grabbing the box and stuffing all the doughnuts into her mouth, "You're right."

"That's my Elizah…" I said, opening a soda can

It was the happiest new year of my life.

That night I had spoken to Elizahs parents, who agreed and granted me their blessing. I even paid the dowery. I also spoke to my father, who was very supportive. And then I spoke to myself, questioning if it was what I really wanted.

We had a small nikkah the next day, the huge wedding was going to be after we achieved what we wanted to. So yes, Elizah was indeed my wife…all that was left was to give her the celebration she deserved.

"So you want me to move in with you?"

"Yes," I replied

"No touching though, no looking, no smelling, no breathing."

"You have a deal, I say signing."

"I`ll come get your things for you."

She smiled following me. Happiness is exactly what she made me feel. The nikkah was small and intimate, and only her parents and family were present…my father was too busy. Lord alone knows how offended I was by that.

...but life goes on. As always.

*

"You can't be telling me my technique is incorrect if this is exactly how you do it!" she yelled, turning red.

"Well then, just because you have a black belt now doesn't mean you know better."

She rushed over towards me as angry, and her cheeks were painted like a ripe tomato. She pinned me to a wall near the punching bag, "When did you ever hear me say anything like that."

"What happened to no touching?" I asked, looking down

She quickly let go of me, trying to calm herself. As soon as she let her guard down, she was the one being pinned to the wall, "Can I kiss you?" I asked, looking at her

"And Zakira and I somehow got yelled at for sharing food while you guys make out in our dojo," Owais said, laughing

Elizah pushed me off moving away, "Do you have any idea what kissing looks like?"

"You always come in at the wrong place and time what are you even doing here during the night," I asked

"My question is, why are you trying to kiss your wife after making her furious."

"I have plenty of those types of questions for you, " I replied, patting his shoulder before I gathered my stuff.

I didn't want to make Elizah feel like she needed to be in that type of relationship with me. It will of course, take her time to feel comfortable enough in that way with me, for now, I just wanted to spend time with her. That was more than enough for me.

The next day at the dojo I met up with Zakira and Elizah.

"You'll be doing the interviews for the new students…Owais will handle the junior. I want you to focus on the senior competitors, "Zakira said, handing us the portfolios

Training seniors, how hard could that be?

"So am I doing juniors and seniors?" Elizah asked

"You're my pretences, so you with seniors."

" jee, I'm going solo," Owais said, handing her a booklet before he left

We began the interviews when such an interesting lady popped over, placing her resume onto the table, "I don't talk much…but I'm very capable."

"Eyes in me," Elizah said, standing, "where in this interview does it say that you have the right to look into someone's shirt?"

I quickly pulled her top, asking her to take her seat, " you'll be placed under provincial competitions," I said, passing the portfolio to Elizah as we continued with the interviews.

"Here's your drink," I said, passing a smoothie to her.

"I don't want it, why don't you give it to whatever her name is."

"Don't be petty…I didn't even know girls existed till you showed up, so shut up and drink your smoothie," I say, shoving the straw into her mouth.

Petty much?