Today marks the end of your adventure in that place.
Kon just stepped into Latif's house to see her, but Mrs. Kush stops him at the corridor.
“What are you doing, here?”
Kon sighs. “What do you think?”
“Don't you answer me back with a question!”
“Listen, Mrs. Kush, I don't know why you're always being worked up. I didn't come here for war. I'm for a good reason, which I still can't tell you of.”
“I've warned you to keep away from my daughter. She wouldn't have been in the state she was if not for you! You ruined everything.”
“I told her nothing, but the truth about her parents. If you don't like it, you know where to find a gun. Murder me instead of making noise everytime you see us together.”
“Don't you dare my patience!” she greets her teeth, while uttering.
Kon chuckles, jamming his hands into his pants.
“I've saved your child a number of times from the wrath that would've fallen upon her. Can't you be appreciative for once? I mean, you should be tired of being wrecked.”
“I've been her friend for a very long time. You've never loved me, no matter the good I did. So, don't use this as an excuse to tell me off. I care for Latif, and will do everything to protect her from anyone.”
He walks pass her and she yells from over his shoulder.
“I have my eyes on you.”
He chuckles again and says nothing as he strolls away.
...
Myla walks home after a very tiring day. She runs up after checking downstairs on the maids, and her kitchen.
Once she gets into the room, her husband rolls his head to her direction.
“Hey,” She greets, and her voice breaks in the process.
He nods, responding. “Hey,”
They look at each other suspiciously, before Myla walks to the dressing room, takes of her cloths, and walks out with nothing, but her panties.
She matches towards the bathroom, and Jamal doesn't look at her even for once, which is a strange behavior he has never done, when she's naked.
It catches her sightseeing, but she chooses to ignore.
After all the time wasted in the bathroom, thinking of what Patricia said, and how she'd carry on her life like nothing like that was discussed.
She couldn't stop crying in the shower. She hopes everything is not true. She can't imagine getting married to someone she didn't know.
She becomes fully knowledgeable at this point, who she is as a child of God, and yes, we make mistakes, go lost and come back to the point, but at the end of all, the name of God gets to be exalted, because of her positive influences to Nations.
Through her musics, books, life style, which she still has to concentrate on and amend the negative ways.
But to say everything, she has to watch out of things like this.
Getting with the wrong people is even worse to think of. Not talking about knowing you'd spend the rest of your life with them.
Point of correct, she doesn't see her husband as the wrong spouse, but sometimes doubt gets into our minds, when we can't find the purpose behind certain actions.
Like, how would he have killed that young boy or deals wrong businesses, that get him into trouble?
So much to this extend. Not just that, but he wasn't the one who told her this. It hurts to find the truth out of your own house.
It's close to betrayal. It's disappointing. It breaks trust, and confidence.
She tries to hide the heavy bags under her eyes as she wipes herself, and returns to the dressing room to change.
Jamal is frustrated at this point. He feels he hasn't been doing his job rightly as he neglected her lies, even when he descended that something like this will go on.
He had told her to stop the movie house, because everywhere there are rules. And, if we don't go through it, they go through us.
That's the world and we can't change it, but try to stay away from trouble.
First of all, it was unedifying for her to have gone done what they did last year as he kissed her on screen and all the secret rehearsals she wasn't comfortable with.
Just putting on the image of showing the world a raw talent that will dig her into an early grave.
Open the door for destruction, misunderstanding, broken trust like it is now.
Yes, they loved each other and lucky her, nothing bad happened as he was there to help her out of that world.
Thinking back at the case with Dr. Ed, and that crippy Shawn she met at the music house are waves that would've pulled her deep down so much that she wouldn't be able to get out.
This has gone to far, and he must put an end to it.
She comes back with a top and a short, stops when she meets him leaning against the chair with his palms plastered against his face.
“I'm going to make us dinner. What will you have?”
He peeks at her through his slander fingers.
“Nothing. I'm good.”
Her heart makes a 'bang' sound against her chest.
Her brows crumble in confusion. “Why not? Did you have dinner somewhere?”
“Yeah?”
“Am I supposed to guess that?”
He shrugs, saying nothing. She sighs, scrubbing her face.
“Aight, I'm downstairs.”
“Why didn't you tell me about the contract?”
She halts on her steps, and swallows thickly.
“What?”
His gaze says it all and she becomes conscious of what is happening.
Everything begins to sink in as to why he has been strange.
He knows. He knows everything.
“...” she's not able to form words.
“Are you finally going to speak or not?”
“I knew you'd try to stop me from going there. That's why I said nothing.”
He nods gently and she tries to read his mind, but as usual in times like this, it's impossible.
His face is stern and cold. However, showing no forms of calculation, anger or anxieties. It's unreadable. And dangerous.
“Good you knew what's going to happen. Because, that's what is going to happen. Today marks the end of your adventure in that place.”
Myla opens her mouth to say something, and he stops her.
“Don't say anything, Myla. I don't wanna hear it.”
He stands from his chair and leaves the room, while she stands there silently, and addled.
Her eyes redden, veins protrude from her forehead, and she holds her hand to support it from aching.
Today has been a tuff day for her to keep holding back that stink in her loving heart.
She lets down the tears and stumbles on the bed. She was a tad hungry, but with this she can't eat.
Concealing herself into their blanket, she shuts her eyes and permits the sorrows to wash her to sleep.
...
“I brought this for you.” Mrs. Mehdi offers a basket of fruits.
Myla grins a little. “Thanks, mom.”
“For nothing child. Where's Jamal?”
She opens her mouth to speak and he comes from over her shoulders to greet his mom.
“Mom, you didn't have to do this. The party will start in three hours from now.”
“No, I had to see my pretty daughter, so she looks good for this. You know...they need to see how amazing she is by your side.”
He looks at her for a second and she looks away. Mrs. Mehdi, cashes the awkward silence and decides to say something.
“What type of brother are you? You couldn't even visit your sister.”
Jamal brings his gaze to Patricia. “But she's here, right?”
She walks from the kitchen area, with Amid by her side, and towards the three of them.
“Yes, I am brother. And we need to talk.”
He looks over at his friend, then at his sister. Mrs. Mehdi looks between her kids, while Myla flings her gaze to her sister-in-law.
“I understand. You must be mad at me for not being there to comfort you—”
“That's the past. Hope he's at rest and hope those who killed him, pay.”
Myla sighs, looking at her feet. Jamal nods, and gestures for her to moves with him somewhere private.
“Uh...If you don't mind, I have to make a call.”
They nod, and he takes off in the opposite direction of the living room.
Mrs. Mehdi gawks her daughter-in-law remorsefully as she sighs heavily.
“You seem to have had some... misunderstanding?”
Myla nods. “You guessed, right.”
“Still about the party?”
“I wish. It's even worse. Well, I–I am to be blamed for this one.”
“Oh. I get that. It happens. Just hope it does not last.”
“I'm scared it may. Because, what he's asking of me—is hard.”
To be continued...