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Habiba's point of view

I pull my hair, tying it into a bun while my husband sat on the bed, looking at me. "You look beautiful." He says.

"Really? Thank you." I reply with a disinterested tone. "Why do you do this everyday?!"

I turn to look at him, my arms crossed. "What do you want me to say?" I cross my arms, leaning on the chest of drawers.

"Its not your words but your tone, I hate it." He protests as I roll my eyes. "Please, eh? I'm going to work, I'll see you when I get back."

"I'm not done talking to you, kin hauka che ne? (Have you gone crazy?)" He tugs me by the arm, squeezing it tightly.

"Ka dena, yana min chiwo. (Stop it, it is hurting me.)" I try to pull my arm away from him but he pulls and squeezes it harder.

"It is like you take me for granted, is it because I care about you?" He asks inches away from my ear.

"Let me go, I'm going to be late for work." I turn my face to look at the door so I wouldn't see his face.

"Look at me! Kalle ni! Na che miki kalle ni! (Look at me! I said look at me!)" He shouts as I look at him. He was obviously pissed especially by the way he gritted his teeth.

"I bought you, your father sold you to me, don't think you can start growing wings, okay?"

"My father didn't sell me off and you didn't buy me besides, I'm not your property." I say when he closed his eyes like he was trying to calm down.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, you've been acting up but I'm tired." He shakes his head, releasing my arm.

I stand there, looking at him with a pathetic look. "How long has it been since we did anything sexual? Three months? Five?"

He sits on the bed, hanging his head. "What.....where did I go wrong?"

"I'm leaving for work, it's going to be Dayyiba's presentation today and I cannot attend. Please attend it." I say taking my bag, hanging it on my shoulder.

He sighs, looking up at the ceiling. I leave the room, shutting the door.

I entered the tricycle, using my phone.

"Can you answer me at least? I need to talk to you." The message I wrote for jabir who has read it but hasn't replied since yesterday morning.

The tricycle stopped at the hospital. "That will be 300 naira." The cyclist says as I snapped my head to him.

"What?! It was 150 naira!" I protested, the cyclist chuckling. "Its like you've forgotten how the money has risen. Now, the cheapest food I could eat is now expensive."

He explains. "Just give me my money, you're wasting my time." He urges me as I hesitantly hand him the money. He drives away without any hesitation.

I put my wallet back, turning to see Jabir entering the hospital. Perfect! I rush in trying to catch up to him. "Jabir." I call his name at a close distance but he didn't even turn.

Why does he treat me like this?

I had to wait for the escalator to reach to the top before I could talk to him. There are a lot of people between us.

I impatiently wait till we reached the second floor. I looked around but it was like he disappeared.

"What is it, habiba?" He said behind me. I felt happy and relieved at the same time.

I turn to look at his aggravated face. "I want to talk to you." He shoves his hand in his pocket. "Yes?" Meaning I should say it. "No, privately please." I say as he rolled his eyes for a split second before letting out a sigh.

"Sure." He agrees hesitantly. "Can we go your office?" He nods in agreement before we head there. I walk behind him, my eyes glossing over his body.

He abruptly stops then turns to look at me. "What is this about?" He crosses his arms as I look at the excluded and abandoned hall, that is under construction, to make sure if there's anyone.

"Nobody's listening." He reminds me. "Okay, why didn't you reply my texts? I've...."

"Did you call me over here to talk to me about how I ignored your texts?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

"So you did ignore me." I cross my arms as he groans, wiping his face with his hand. "I don't want to talk to you anymore, why? Because you're clingy! Not only that too but it isn't a must!"

He shouts frustratedly then tries to calm down. His words hurt me, it was like my heart was shattered into a thousand pieces. I don't want to lose Jabir.

He takes a deep breath. "We never made this official, in fact, we agreed to just have fun. Don't start forcing me into a relationship that I'm not interested in. I hope you find happiness." He says before walking away.

No, I need to make him stay.

"I'm pregnant!" I blurt out embarrassed at the same time. I didn't hear his footsteps anymore. "How far is it?"

"Three weeks."

I turn to see him looking at me. He narrowed his brows. "Habiba, let's not talk to each other again." He turns around again, attempting to walk away.

"I told you that I'm pregnant!" I shout, my voice cracking as he stops. "Stop lying to me, habiba. I'm a doctor just like you are and we had sex less than two weeks ago. You're not pregnant."

I sob, wiping my tears. "I love you, Jabir." I confess. "It was never supposed to end like this." He sighs. "Go back to your family, habiba. Have a good life."

He walks away, not glancing at me till he disappeared while I cried. The heartbreak was too much, I've unknowingly grown feelings for him.

I felt terrible so I hoped to go back home. At least, I get attention from my husband.

I pull the keys out of my bag and opened the door. I entered, closing the door and locking it up. I turned, walked and laid on the couch.

I dropped my bag on the floor beside me. "Babe!" I call my husband, my voice cracking a bit. I hear his footsteps nearing.

"Babe!" I call him again, sitting up as he appears with a stern face. "What happened?" He asks worried when he saw my eyes tearing up. "Honey ." I start sobbing when he hurries, kneeling in front of me as I hug him, crying hard.

He caressed my back while I cried. "I'm so sorry, I don't appreciate you." I say but he was quiet. "I'm never going to do it again." I hug him harder before pulling out to kiss him.

I place the kiss on his lips and he kissed me back. He then carries me to the bedroom.
****

I hug him, his lips on my cheek. "I have divorce papers." He says abruptly that I had to pull away to look at him. "I was getting ready for you to come back so we could end this toxic relationship and just then, you apologized. Of course, the fool I am, i accepted, forgetting what happened. I'm not divorcing you anymore, I love you too much but I don't think I can take any more of that phase of yours again."

He warns as I hug him again. "I will never ever do it again and thank god cause I don't want to lose you."

He hugs me tightly. "Me too." Jabir's secret and I will never be revealed.

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