MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

|Chances|

Fayadth's point of view.

I walk to the door, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I walk back, seeing myself overdressed.

I groan internally, hanging my head. This is overdoing it.

I open the door, not finding afeeya anywhere close. "Afeeya?" I call her, hoping for her to pop out instead, I heard a weak grunt.

I check the chair, afeeya fast asleep already. She slept peacefully facing the left side. I shake my head, walking to the other side of the chair so I could carry her back to her room.

I slide my hand under her neck and my other hand, her legs.  I carry her, she's a bit heavy. She sighs, burying her head on my chest.

I walk to her room, careful I shouldn't wake her up. I place her gently on the bed but her eyes opened.

"Fayadth? You're finally out." Her eyes barely opening. "Yes, sleep. I'll go now." I pull my hands away, her head resting on the pillow.

"I need to take a picture of you." She tries to sit up and I stop her. "Another time, leave that for now, okay?" She relaxes, nodding.

"You look good." Her voice slurring. "Thank you." A knee on the floor.

"There's the front door key by the TV stand, I'll lock the door from the outside since you're sleeping." She nods before she holds my hand. "Be safe." She releases it and continued sleeping.

I pull the duvet to cover her, I leave the room, closing the door. I better go early so I shouldn't come back late.

********

"We cannot make you a shareholder, this is a private company." A woman protests while we sat in a room with glass that served as walls.

"We served as your financial instrument for more than three years and you're unable to pay us. We prefer to be paid with shares." I defend, looking at the woman who desperately is against me.

"You can't walk in here and demand for something absurd and we won't give you the shares." The woman raises her voice, her partners beside her.

"That's not fair so I'll be fair. Since you prefer to pay in cash, I'll be expecting you to pay by the end of today."

I stand up, walking to the door. "Wait, the machine hasn't been launched yet. We don't have the funds. When we do, we'll pay you." The man with a brown coloured suit says as I stop, to look at him.

"That doesn't seem like my problem, we have a bond saying you'll pay us by a certain date and you didn't." I say bluntly.

The other man with the blue suit stands up. "Please, reason with us. If you do this, our company with be crippled with no chance of launching our machine."

I scoff internally at their ignorance and selfishness. "You have till the end of the day."

I turn, walking away. "How are we supposed to pay that much money by today?! Heartless." The man says but I ignored him, walking out of the place.

I get into the car. "The airport, right sir?" The driver asks. "No, the mosque.... Never mind. The airport." He starts driving.

I pull out my phone, calling baba. "Asslamu alaikum?"

"Was alaikumu salam, is it done?"

"Yes."

"Good." He hangs up as I dial Afeeya's number. I scoff, baffled that I'm calling my wife.

"Hello?" Afeeya answers her voice slurring. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah, you're taking longer than I expected."

"I'm sorry, I'll be there soon."

"Okay, be safe."

"Insha Allah."

"Bye."

"Bye." I let her hang up first. I look at the road. "Sir, there's traffic. It will take longer than expected."

"Okay."

********

I lock the door, walking to the door. I gently open the door so I wouldn't wake afeeya up. I enter, locking the door slowly.

I take off my cap when afeeya appeared, coming out of the kitchen.

"Welcome back." She walks to me with a smile plastered on her face. "Thank you." She takes the cap from me, holding my hand.

"I made another delicacy." She leads me to the dining table. "I kept on watching it over and over so I wouldn't mess it up. Luckily, I got it right. Whenever I cook, I don't enjoy my cooking so I'm not sure if its superb."

She talks as I pull a chair for her. "Thanks, I made spaghetti and meatballs with garlic sauce. I made the spaghetti myself." I take a seat while she serves for the both of us.

"You haven't eaten?" She smiles. "Yeah, why?"

"Its eleven, you should have eaten." She shakes her head, keeping a plate in front of me. "Nah, I prefer we eat together." He pours a juice in my glass cup.

She smiles at me. "This is a hibiscus-tamarind juice. I do this at home a lot, i hope you enjoy." She sits as I take her plate.

"I'll serve you." I stand up and she chuckles. "You don't have to do it."

"Nah, I have to. Would you like a lot of sauce?" She nods, I pour the juice for her.

"Here you go." She places her hand on her chest. "I'm emotional."

"Yeah?" I sit. "Mhmm."

*******

"So why did you take long?" Afeeya crosses her legs. "There's traffic and the flight was delayed. I wanted to charter one but they were being serviced." I turn to look at afeeya who sat beside me.

"The odds were against you."

"I believe so." I lean my head back on the cushion. Afeeya looks especially beautiful today.

"You look tired."

"Afeeya, when I'm late, eat first. I'm thankful but i don't feel good about it. Please." She tilts her head. 

"If I say okay, would it make you feel better." I nod, she shrugs. "Okay."

She places her head on the cushion. "You look beautiful."       

I admit, she raises a brow. "Like this? You're polite." She shakes her head as I sit up, moving closer to her.

"I'm not, Afeeya." I hold her hand, caressing it. "I know." She looks at our hands.

"I want you." I spat without me knowing, she sighs. "I'm not easy to get."

She leans in to my face, kissing me on the cheek. I felt like pulling her to my arms and not letting her go.

She pulls away. "Goodnight." She gives me a smile before walking away. I close my eyes, groaning silently.

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