MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

|Anya visits II|

Anya's point of view.

I pour the soup in a bowl, walking to the room. How could they live together for almost two weeks and do nothing?

I stand at the door, worrying. What is Fayadth doing? Him going to Geneva might have been the worst decision we made.

"You look beautiful." I hear Fayadth say. "Thanks." Afeeya replies then it fell silent. That's it? I shake my head, opening the door slowly.

I raise my eyes just to see Afeeya in fayadth's arms, kissing each other deeply. I freeze, blinking. She places her hands on his shoulder, he leans down further because of the height difference.

Maybe I spoke too soon.

Afeeya slowly pulls away from the kiss. "Fayadth, your mom is here. She might walk in and see us."

He nods, releasing her. I slowly close the door and knocked. "Coming in." I notified, acting like I didn't see anything.

"Please." The door swings open, seeing afeeya smiling widely before taking the bowl from me. "That's soup, it might help."

She smiles widely. "Thank you, anya." She keeps the bowl, hugging me. I pat her back, she pulls away and sits on the bed.

Fayadth's eyes fixated on afeeya like a prey. Fayadth? She looks at him. "This is specially for me, I'm not sharing." She tells him as he smiles, almost smirking.

When did I give birth to him? What does he know?

He stands up, walking towards me. "I'll step out for a bit." He tells me. I nod. "Allah ya dawo da kai lafiya (May Allah bring you back safely)".

He nods, glancing at afeeya. "Be safe." He leaves the room. I sit on the chair he once sat. "So, how are you?" I ask, crossing my legs.

*******

I sit as afeeya keeps a tray with small chops in front of me. "You didn't have to." She shakes her head. "This is your home."

I smile when the door bell rings. She opens the door, stepping out. She walks back in with a two medium sized boxes.

She keeps one in front of me. "What's this?" I open it seeing glazed doughnuts. "Its doughnuts, It finished when anya sham came over and forgot to restock. I thought maybe you would enjoy it".

She sits on the chair. "Shamsiyya came over? When?" I sit up. "Um, yesterday. Is there a problem?"

I shake my head. "No, I'm just asking." I smile, relaxing.

I suggested to shamsiyya that we should visit them yesterday but advised for it to be postponed. No wonder she said she isn't coming here today. Shamsiyya is starting to go back to her old ways.

The door opened, Fayadth appearing with bags in his hands while he's on a phone call. "I appreciate the gifts but it's unnecessary. We're not going to be investing."

He closes the door as afeeya walks to him, taking some of the bags from him. "Thank you." He whispers to her.

"You're welcome, where shall I keep it?" He points to the carpet and she keeps it. "I won't be investing but I appreciate the gifts. Yes, have a good day." He hangs up.

"Welcome back."

"Dinner is on the table." Afeeya tells Fayadth. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." She stands in front of him, he hands her his cap and watch.

"How's your cramps?"

"Fine, thanks for asking." She enters her room, shutting the door. Fayadth sits, folding his sleeve.

He's the man of a house? When did he start walking?

"Anya, are you alright?" I nod, staring at him. "What's wrong? Are you thinking about me?" He smiles widely, looking at me. "When did you start walking?" He laughs. "Thirty years ago."

I scoff, standing up. "What's thirty one years?"

"A lot. Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I wanted you to come back first." I take my bag after wrapping my veil around me.

"Shall I drive you there?"

"No, afeeya has been waiting for you." I kiss his forehead. "I can still drop you off."

"No, just take good care of her. I believe she went in to take her bathe." I hold the door knob, Fayadth stands up.

"Send my regards and appreciation. She took good care of me." He nods. "Insha Allah."

"Take care of her."

"Okay."

"Stay in, I'll go by myself. Bye bye."

"Bye." I close the door, walking to the car. 6:40pm, I better rush home.

Hassna's point of view.

I play with my necklace, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I close my eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

Afeeya.

I open my eyes, remembering how Fayadth and her held hands, rubbing it in my face that they're married. She's not as good looking as I expected.

I sit up, criss crossing my legs. I have been wearing jilbabs and all so I could get his attention but instead he gets married to a stupid vlogger.

The door swung open, aunt shamsiyya walking in. "What are you thinking about again?"

I roll my eyes. "Fayadth." She chuckles, sitting beside me. "Why are you laughing?" I pout. She places her hand on my knee.

"Don't worry about Fayadth, he's still yours." I narrow my eyes , tilting my head to the right slightly. "How? He's married?"

She takes her hand off me, raising a brow. "Don't you know your aunt? I will make it work."

"Do you have a plan? What is it?" I scoot closer to her. "Fayadth might be stubborn but he never disobeys his parents especially with him being all religious."

I nod slowly. "So what's your plan?" She smirks, standing up. "You'll be updated." She stands up as Maryam walks in. "Hey, what are you two talking about?"

She looks at aunt shamsiyya and me. "Nothing, is lutfi coming over?"

She smiles. "Yeah, 8pm sharp." Aunt nods before leaving the room. "What were you talking about?"

"Fayadth." I sigh, Maryam stands in front of me. "You're still in love with him?"

"Yeah, deeply." I pout, she shakes her head. "I think you should give up, he's married already. I watch her vlogs, I admit. They are still newly married. Give up." She walks to the wardrobe, pissing me off.

How could she say that? She's my cousin, she's supposed to support me.

"Aren't you supposed to support me?"

She shrugs, her back facing me while she checks for veils. "I'm being realistic with you, you don't have a chance but hey, who am I to judge?"

She closes the door, keeping her clothes on the bed beside me. I scoff, getting her attention. "And we are family?" I push her clothes off the bed to the floor before standing up.

"What the fuck, Hassana?! Get back here and pick this up!" I storm out of the room angrily.

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