She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. 

Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. 

It didn’t matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes!

But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

Married To The Gateman

"And also, you pout like a baby without knowing you do. I want a grown up woman, not a baby I'll be taking care of." He added, which made her stomped her feet and her pout became even more prominent.

"I'm not a baby, how can you say I'm one? I'm 23 years old, I m done with my masters degree earlier this year, how can you refer to me as a baby?" She was rolling her eyes at him, but her words and facial expression were saying the otherwise.

He chuckled softly and with an exquisite smile, pointed at her and said, "What you just did, that's only what babies do, Fareeda. You can be 60 years old if you want, but I'll always see you as the baby you are in your soul."

Annoyed at him too even though she was wondering while deep in her heart she wasn t angry at him, she began to walk back into the house. "They ve started calling the Maghreb prayer, I'll fulfill my promise, make sure you fulfill yours."

Chapter 15 10: B