The Layata's were kind-of welcoming. I had been to this house once and I wasn't even introduced to their mum back then. I spent that day at Hannan's room but now, I'm getting a house my own. In this house. Woah.
It was a very hard sight for anyone who had witnessed me and Hannan bidding each other goodbyes. Its not like I'm never going to see her again, but I feel as if she's being pulled away from me. We couldn't get our hands off each other.
Iklimah was still here with me, as per my mother in-laws wish. But I knew she wouldn't be here for long. The thought of everyone leaving me here in this huge house scares me.
Our house was inside the family's house. Inside the Layata's, there's another house beautifully built by its side. After all, the house was huge. Mother-in-law had explained that it's my home, somehow I was thankful that I wouldn't be leaving in the same house with my law. Although it's the same compound, but fair enough our house was built in such a way that you have to leave the gate to see mother in-laws home.
It is a comfortable home to be honest. The bedroom was not decorated except for the bathroom which had the requirements every bathroom needs, I guess the bedroom was left for either of us to decorate it the way we want. The living room was spacious, and there's the kitchen and then the gazebo outside.
Everyone has left by the time I had freshened up, I couldn't wait to get all the heavy clothes and makeup off and my body was aching badly. I needed my sleep.
I realized that I was the only one left inside the house and it then dawned on me that I'd be living in a house that I call mine.
My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I have not eaten today except for the tea I had in the morning. I was too tired to even make something for myself. I'm sure there's food at my in-laws but I was too shy to even ask for it. The first day at my husband's house, I should have some shame I guess. I drifted off to sleep without even realizing it.
I woke up on hearing shatters from the kitchen. I was scared, I was the only one at home and I don't know what time Jameel is going to come back. What if it was a thief?
I stood up hastily going straight to where the moppers were kept, it is the only weapon I have as of now. If it is a thief in there in my kitchen, I could use this mop to make him unconscious or weak. I could get some help after that.
I held the mop with cold hands as my heart heaves up and down. I did a silent prayer before slowly walking towards the kitchen.
If I should open the door handle and it turns out to be a thief, I don't know what condition I'll be in. But may my soul rest in peace, in case.
What? It's not even funny and you're laughing. Actually I deserve an award for being able to have the courage to face a thief.
I turned the doorknob and his back his facing me. Even if I was shown this back in my dreams, I would still recognize it as that of Jameel.
Well, so my husband was someone I actually thought was a thief.
"I don't know why my mom had asked me to marry a lazy woman, I mean seriously out of all people? It was you Areezah?" he started, I knew my night would be ruin the moment he turns around. His mouth always doesn't have filter.
"Jameel you can say whatever you want, I don't care. But why would you enter my house without my permission?" I questioned, it was wrong of him to barge into the house without informing me. Yes, I was asleep but he could have at least woken me up to tell me he's the one. What if I had hit him with the mop thinking it was a thief?!
"Your house? This is my house and I get to lay down the rules! I can come in whenever I want and no one would stop me. And you, this is your first day here and all you could do is sleep like a log in my living room without even making anything to eat?!" Guilt surges through me, whatever he said was right. But I didn't fall asleep on purpose and I was too tired and drained from all that has happened today.
"I'm very sorry, but please try to understand me Jameel. I was very tired and many things happened today that I fell asleep without knowing. But you could have at least woken me up, I would have prepared the food for you." I didn't want to fight with Jameel, at least not tonight. Today I take the blame. And I'm apologizing for it.
"Ever since I met you this was your plan all along, you just don't understand that I'm never gonna like you! Is it money you want?! Come on say it, I'll give you the double of it." Jameel spat, the mop in my hand fell to the ground in a thud and I hate the fact that I am going to cry soon.
Jameel finds his happiness in ruining mine.
"Bu-t what i-s all this Jameel? I already said sorry. There's no need to make a huge fuss about it," my voice were weak, I could recall the voice of my foster mother as she says that I cause destruction wherever I go. I was doing one yet again.
"Oh please, stop your melodrama. You don't need to act in front of me. Accept it already that it is money you want, no one is here." He said again, his eyes are full of anger and I wondered why on earth Jameel hates me.
I didn't say anything again. Maybe my foster mother was right. Jameel left the kitchen in anger and I slipped to the floor fully crying now. Do I seriously have to deal with this kind of a person from now on?
Today has been a bad day for me, maybe it's because my foster mother had told me that I caused the death of my dad. I didn't argue with Jameel because I was tired. I have heard enough of today.
So what if my foster mother thinks I killed my father? So what if Jameel humiliated me? And so what if I wasn't able to answer him? There's still tomorrow.
If this is how Jameel wants to treat me then I won't have it any other way but to feed him his own medicine.
A woman should always respect herself before she earns other people's respect. I know his words will always hurt me but that won't stop me from doing what I have to. I'll fulfill my duty as a wife and I will also teach him how to treat a woman.
I got up and wiped my strayed tears and started cooking. In no time I was done and I served his food. He was already up in the bedroom so I took the food there.
"Here is your food,"I said simply, he looked away from his phone briefly then took his attention back to his phone before saying, "I don't want to eat."
I know I'll be disrespectful to him for a matter of time but that's the only choice left to show him that a woman has to be treated right.
"I don't care, but if you later change your mind. Have it." he looked surprised by my words but I didn't spare him a glance. I haven't even looked at him up till now even though it was halal.
I took a pillow and a comforter to make myself ready for sleep. I wasn't going to sleep in the same room with Jameel. The living room is okay moreover the guestroom is there also. The latter seems to be the best idea.
"You're not going to sleep here?" he asked, why was he even asking if he didn't care. What's with the mood change anyways? Earlier on he was saying hurtful things and now he's sounding as if he wants me to sleep in the same room with him which is never going to happen even if we were on good terms.
"No," I replied curtly. I left the room quietly and some how I found myself wishing that Jameel eats my food. I didn't want him to sleep without having anything to eat. I fetched myself a plate of food after dropping the comforter and the pillow in the guest room.
When I was done eating, I prayed my naafillah before going to bed thinking about how drastic my life was about to turn.
•
YOU ARE READING
AREEZAH✔️
Romantizm"I told you, you would regret saying this didn't I?" he whispered, so close to me. He was right. I'm regretting every word I had said that night. "You made a promise, and now you've broken it." he added. "Even you Jameel, where is the revenge you...
