MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

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Afeeya's point of view.

I close my door, leaning on it before letting out a sigh. Don't get me wrong, again, I enjoyed reciting the Qur'an but what?

We have different perspectives. My mind drifts back to when we were at the table. I kept on making moves but he isn't noticing or rather, he's ignoring.

Is he that unattracted to me? I can't believe this, I know I'm not all curvy but still.

I pout, taking my phone and logged into Instagram. I can't watch stories, comment, like or post.

I have five hundred thousand followers and amongst that five hundred, there are at least fifty thousand hating.

The minute I show I'm online, they'll start sending messages and asking me why and all. I don't like it so I better stay low key.

I scroll, watching videos and posts. I keep my phone. Its not entertaining. I stand up, looking around.

I glance at the TV. I'm not a fan of watching but it's my last resort. Take the remote before laying down on my belly on the bed.

I change channels when I heard a knock on the door. "Yes? Come in." I sit up in a hurry, regretting immediately why I sat up.

Fayadth opens the door. "I'll be stepping out for a bit, I need to do something."

"May I go with you?" He shakes his head. "I need to go alone, I'll be back soon." I nod.

"Where are you going?" I ask. "I'll be back soon." He holds the knob about to close the door. "What if something happens, god forbid. What would I tell people? I don't know where my husband went?"

I cross my arms, he stops, his back facing me. "Tell them I refused to tell you. He has always been stubborn." He replies, taking me aback.

"Seriously?" He closes the door as I scoff. He's rude, he's showing his true colors now.

I stand up, following him. "Fine, what do you want for lunch then?"

He slides his hand into his sweat's pocket. "Anything you choose, it's fine with me."

"Okay, I'll pick what you're going to wear." I walk past him, heading to his room. "There's no need."

"I insist." I enter his room, walking to his wardrobe. I open it, placing my index finger on my lips. "Where you're going, is it somewhere official?"

He sits on the bed. "Yes but not first class official. Normal." I nod as he lays down on the bed, his legs still on the floor.

"Okay, okay. Let's see. Simple, right?" I ask. "Yeah."

The wardrobe is taller than I am, way taller. There's another row but its too far for me to see it. I stretch, grunting weakly.

I tip toe, touching the fabric. Almost there. I hold a small piece of the fabric, pulling it when I felt Fayadth stand behind me. Without any effort, he takes the whole stack of clothing.

I turn to look at him. "Which one would you prefer?" His eyes on me. "Can you keep it on the bed? You'll get tired." He places it on the bed as I check them.

I see a navy blue kaftan. I take it, gawking at its design and beauty. "I'll just wear my jalabia." I snap my head to him.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"I already picked this out for you." I show him the kaftan. "I could wear it some other time."

"Please, just wear this." He reluctantly nods making me smile. "Perfect."

I keep it on the bed as he puts the rest of the clothes back. I continued picking out his things like cufflinks, shoes, cap and watches.

I place the accessories on the chiffonier and the cap on the bed. I stand looking at it.

"I love this kaftan, I love blue especially this shade." I cross my arms. "Its nice."

"You're not into it, what's your best color for kaftans?" I turn to him just to see him taking his shirt off. "Brown or grey. Not that I wear it often." He roughly folds his shirt, not caring whether I am here or not.

I act like I saw nothing. "Okay, you get ready. I'll wait for you to come out. I want to see how you'll look." He smiles weakly, slightly shaking his head.

"Sure." I walk out of the room, closing the door. I sit on the couch, replaying how he took off his shirt. That's my husband.

I start watching, I want to see him with that kaftan. He'll look good in it, I might just take photos of him. He should be honored.

I smile, shaking my leg anxiously.

.............

It has been more than thirty minutes and this man is still not out. He's taking his time when his gracious wife is waiting.

How long does he take for his shower? An hour? Two?

I stand at his door. "Fayadth?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to check, do you usually take this long?" I lean on the wall.

"I'll be out soon." He replies, I walk back to the chair stretching.

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