MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

|First lil Argument|

Fayadth's point of view.

I look at harith,my mouth slightly open at how he sometimes is so daft. "I'm joking, come on. How could I do that?"

I close my mouth. "Thank god, I wanted to say that we should go to baba and collect the school fees he paid." Harith laughs sarcastically as I stand up.

"Did they send you a package?" I walk to the shelf, looking at the books. "Yes, they did but there isn't enough information."

I close my eyes, thinking when the door opened. "Good morning, ya Fayadth and ya harith." I hear maryam's voice nearing.

"Good morning".

"Goof morning".

Harith and I responded. "You look gloomy, what's wrong?" I open my eyes, turning to look at Maryam who sat on the other chair beside harith.

"Its not gloomy but not peachy either." He groans. "What's so bad about today?" I cross my arms, multitasking my thoughts.

"I'm famished, I need to eat homemade food." Maryam chuckles. "Irony of life, why didn't you drop by at the house?"

"Nah, baba is pissed at me. I don't want drama." He slumps on the chair. "Why? You always look for trouble, that's why." Maryam shakes her head.

"Why can't you buy food? Homemade food?"

"Nah, its all in the head. It's not made from any home but a shop."

I walk back to my chair. "You could come over to my house for dinner."

"That's right, you're married. I forgot. That's very nice of you, ya Fayadth. Thank you."

I pick my phone. "Maryam, is there any news regarding Mohammad Tafida?"

"He's still mourning, I sent my condolences, representing the company."

"Well done, Maryam."

"Yeah, you're not so dumb." Harith teases causing her to chuckle. "I know, I'll head out to my station. Bye." Maryam waves before she walked out of the office.

"She's different amongst them." I flip the page, reading. "Not all of them are like their mom."

He scoffs, standing up. "There's one amongst them...what's her name? Othman? Utah? Utmah, its utmah. She has a nasty attitude." He shakes his head.

"She's a child, what does she know?"

He nods. "True, I'll head out now. You coming?"

"Nah, I'll be late today." He nods, walking to the door. "Good luck."

"Keep it." He opens when Eliot storms in. "Mr Fayadth, I've been waiting for you."

I sigh. "Why is that?" I raise my head to look at him. "I have been looking for you because of the raise you promised."

"I forgot, your wife is due right?" He takes a seat. "Yes, any day now."

"I'll give you a 15% raise, I won't give more than that." He reluctantly nods. "I'll tell the accounting department."

He stands up, smiling weakly. "Thank you, sir". He walks out of the office as I resumed my reading.

*******

I glance at the time, its 9:37pm. I better wrap this up before Afeeya gets worried.

I take my phone when my phone starts ringing. Afeeya.

I let it ring out then called her immediately. "Asslamu alaikum."

"Hello? Fayadth? You're still not back."

"I'll be home now."

"Your brother came and he's disturbing me. You should hurry and I'm waiting for you so we can have dinner."

"I told you to eat first when I'm late."

"And I said okay."

"Why didn't you eat then?"

"Because I'm waiting for you. I told you that I'll say okay but I'll still wait. My stomach's grumbling, Fayadth."

I sigh. "I'll be there."

"I'll be waiting, be safe." She hangs up as I stand up, switching off my table lamp. I take my cap, putting it on my head.

I close my door, rushing into the elevator, the door swishes, closing. I push the ground floor button, patiently waiting to arrive.

The door opened as I rush out to my car. I get in, closing the door when my phone chimed.

Dahir texted me?

Dahir is my cousin, we were close but we grew apart for reasons I'm not aware of.

Its been a long time, let's talk soon.

I keep the phone, reversing the car. I'll reply him later.

********

I take off my cap, standing at the door so I could open it. "Really? I never knew." I heard afeeya say before Harith scoffs.

"Found out recently too." I open the door, pushing the door lightly as I see harith and Zaheer, Harith's friend, on the chair backing the window and afeeya sitting on the one beside it.

She wore jeans and a top with no veil on her head. She smiles immediately she saw me. I try to act cool, looking at harith.

"Welcome back finally." Harith stands up, walking to me with zaheer behind him.

"Assalamu alaikum". Zaheer extends his hand, I shake it. "Wa alaikumu salam."

I release his hand when afeeya stood beside me. "We'll get going, we didn't want to leave her alone. She seemed so miserable."

I turn to look at afeeya who rolled her eyes. "Bye." Harith opens the door. "Don't forget to heed to my advice, both of you."

"Okay, good night." Zaheer closes the door, afeeya sighs. "Welcome back, you must be tired." She takes my cap away from me, keeping it on the table.

I look at how tight her jeans are. "What are you wearing?" She turns to me, looking at her clothing.

"Shirt and jeans, what's wrong?" She looks at me as I rub my eyes. "This jeans are not meant for the public to see."

She furrows her brows. "What's wrong with it?" She looks at it again. "Don't you see how tight fitting it is? You're a married woman, you're not supposed to be like this. Your hair is open."

She narrows her eyes. "So, you're getting angry because I let my hair open and wearing this jeans? If I can't wear it for the public, then for who?"

I sigh. "Family."

"What is so wrong with what I wore?"

"Zaheer came and saw you like this. Is this what a married woman should wear?" I point to her jeans, she keeps quiet looking at me.

She takes a deep breath, smiling. "Immediately you come back, that's what you say? I'll spare you for asking, I'm fine and everything was great." She takes my cap from the table.

"You can go ahead, i have lost my appetite."

She walks away, making me close my eyes. I sit, leaning into the chair.

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