That evil man deserves nothing from me

Chapter 42

'Zamin'

"What are you doing in my house, you don't even belong in Australia."

"I heard Elizahs is married now," she said taking a seat as she poured out a glass of water, how rude of you not to offer anything to your guest."

"And so are you.." I replied, annoyed, "You should stop coming here without your husband's knowledge."

"Don't you want to get revenge?"

"From you killing your parents or me failing…"

"What do you mean."

Let's cut to the chaise Saleema…don't ever come to me again, you are married and a murderer.."

"Whatever I do has nothing to do with you," she said, touching my collar

I grab her hand pushing it off me, "It's late, it's time that you got home."

"I know you'll change your mind one day. I'll be waiting," she said leaving

She infuriated me by having to see her occasionally. How did she even get into its house?

"Can I come in?" Elizahs sister asked knocking on the door, "You wanted to see me?"

"Rent me another apartment I don't want to live here anymore."

"Okay…" she replied, leaving with my laptop and card.

I was not okay at all. Elizah actually got married to that guy, why though.. he didn't even buy her a huge ring or plan a ginormous wedding as I would have. Maybe there's something that I was doing wrong, is it the money, my career...or the fact that I'm differently-abled.

The days were long, and I felt taunted by my desires. I am at a wit's end when it comes to love...yet I choose not to give up like a foolish fly searching for poo.

"I won't be with you anymore, by the way," she said, walking back into the living room, "I've booked your apartment…but from now on he'll be your assistant."

"Why?"

"I'm moving back home, with my children…my husband passed away."

"Wait, what…"

"Didn't you always urge me to go home, my husband had a heart attack…I was in an abusive relationship with him…that's why I couldn't leave."

"I`ll take his place if I have to…just don't leave me now of all times."

"I won't be able to make a living if I stay, besides…I need to work on myself."

"Fine," I replied, rubbing my forehead, "I understand…"

"Thank you," she said leaving again.

These sisters are going to drive me insane, I am officially alone…with nothing.

"What?" I asked, picking up a call from my mother

"When are you coming home?

"Your father is about to pass away."

"I sent you the money, don't call me again."

"Don't talk to me like that…you must come and bury your father."

"Zakira and whoever can plan something…I want nothing to do with that man."

"As your mother, I demand."

"If that's all, I`ll hang up now," I said as I ended the call.

I can't treat that man as my father…he has never treated me as his son, which is the reason for my disability. Elizah called me shortly after I revived her call, and hesitantly, I picked my cell up…

"You don't have to say anything, I know you don't listen to anyone…I just wanted to say, just do it so he can rest peacefully…"

"I won't say anything, and I'm not going…not even for you."

"You don't have to go, just stop sending them money…it makes no difference."

She ended the call. What, since when has money been something that causes misery, isn't it what they wanted?

**

Zamins father was like my own. I have not been around whenever he would abuse Zamin but he did do his best to make up for it. I didn't know what to do about the entire situation. Since we were no longer friends, I did go over to pay respect to his family as well as send duaa and dhikr.

He only showed up for the burial and then left as soon as the press arrived. My heart ached, even if my weeping consisted of a tear forced out of my eye socket. I felt extreme relief after seeing him do that for himself; maybe, just maybe, this will be the start of his healing.

"I'm going to stay here with Zakira… I`ll call Omar to come and get you, "Owais said

"Sure thing," I said

I bumped into Zamins's mother…and even if we didn't talk, I did hand her a tissue and I held her for a moment.

"Let's go, "Omar said, holding my hand.

I could only imagine what it must have felt like to lose your abuser and lover simultaneously. Was she relieved?

Hurt?

Saddened…was her world falling apart?

"I'm here. You can leave," Zamin said, turning towards Omar and me

"We aren't your enemy. We came to pay respect to your family, "Omar said

"No offence…but you didn't have to," he said, pushing him aside.

I quickly let go of Omar, and I grabbed Zamin, "since you insist, don't blame me for completely cutting you off," I said, pushing him as he pushed Omar. And then I took Omar by the hand and left with him.

He lay there watching us leave…of all things, I did not want it to come to this. Then suddenly Omar ran back, helping him up, before following me. I of course, was not sorry about being the bad guy this time.

"You really don't want anything to do with him?" Omar asked

"Yes… it's better this way. We are officially strangers."

"If that's what you want, so be it."

We left the area.

I mourned two deaths today, his father and our friendship. I am officially accepting what life has put out for me that wasn't love…if you love someone knowing you can't have them even if it killed you, you'd wish complete happiness for them. I remember doing that for him over and over again, praying for him to be happy and successful. But since those weren't materialistic ways of showing that he's important. They didn't matter…I didn't matter…this was the day I closed the door to all of the abuse I've received from him…emotionally.