UNDER 168 HOURS [BOOK 1, 168 HOURS SERIES]

Chapter 79: No one loves Baby Hadee

Humaira continues her food hawking the next day and gained double the amount she did a day before. Yet,  about ten people were still owning her almost half of the money.

"I'll collect it tomorrow." She told herself as she was determined to get if not #50,000, then half of the money so, Hadee would meet his therapist.

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Days later...

7:50 am.

Humaira was walking along with food on her head when one huge trailer started horning. It's noise woke Hadee from his early morning sleep and he started crying agreessively. She had to move to a corner and drop the food off her head.

"What's it my love... Please stop crying." She begged. "What do you want now?"

She glanced around before moving to the corridor of an empty shop. She sat there and decided to breastfeed him but he just wouldn't stop. Hadee rejected her breastmilk, crying even loser. He pushed her away as if her wasn't interested, scratching his face with his fingers. Humaira tried to stop him because it was piercing his skin but he just wouldn't. He made ziz-zagged designed on his face, crying for something his mother was uncertain about.

"What's wrong with you Hadee? I don't understand.." she stuttered at her son, perplexed by what he's doing to himself. She tried taking his hands away from his face but he kept on scratching it even harder, crying as if someone was pouring red chilly into his eyes.

He kept making disturbing noises as Humaira tried to calm him down but there was no avail.

The woman selling provision near where Humaira sat came to check what was happening.

"Is everything alright? Who are you."

"I hawk food ma. I think my son is disturbed."

"Why don't you breastfeed him now, or give him something at least."

"He just won't collect."  Humaira answered her gently.

"The woman moved closer. And why is his whole face bleeding? And you're watching him scratch himself? Is he okay?"

"What do you mean ma?"

"I mean is your son mentally and spiritually okay? Why's he behaving like someone that is possessed? It's abornal."

"No ma. My son is fine." She defended. He just hates noise that's all!"

"Babies are usually calm but yours isnt. He looks terrible. I mean... this isn't normal." She looked at him disgustingly and moved away.

Humaira couldn't argue with the woman. Saying more would cause serious issues and she's not ready to argue with anyone.

"I told you he's fine."

"He's not. The elderly looking woman said. You young girls of now adays. You aren't old enough to take care of yourself then why did you get yourself pregnant?" The woman hissed and rolled her eyes at both of them.  Saying something like... "Like mother like son. Allah Kia ye." while going back into her provision store.

Touched by the woman's words, Humaira felt tormented by self-repulsion, remorse and regret for bringing baby Hadee out. It was her fault all of these is happening. Uncontrollable tears trickle down her cheeks as she threw her to her back and tied him with the wrapper to her chest. He was still crying louder and  non-stop at her back.

It seems as if baby Hadee wasn't going to stop anyway. It's not his first time crying like this not this loud and in public.

Humaira decided to take him home before someone else insults her son. Looking around where she sat, some passerbys stared at her with awkward confused baby. Making it look as if she had stolen the child.