Sometimes I just want to curl up like a ball and roll under the bed and never come out, maybe that way I could get away from all the stress in my life. This can't be me dealing with a bipolar husband who isn't willing to talk to me since he woke up today. No matter how hard I try, I don't think I can ever understand this puzzle called Jameel. I get it, I'm not supposed to be wandering around other guys especially now that I am married and also given that it was at night.
I really want to apologize to him but he's not making it easy in any way by giving me the silent treatment. He hasn't even come out of his room!
I feel so bored and lonely here, I can't even fathom the type of pain this house is. I miss my father's house badly, at least I didn't feel like I was being suffocated there.
"Why are you crying?" I heard his voice as he came down from the last step. I quickly wiped the tears I wasn't even aware of.
"I'm not crying." I said dismissively, I didn't want him to know the reason why I was crying. He doesn't care anyways.
"Is anything wrong? Are you sick? Did you hurt yourself or something?" there it goes again, one minute he acts like he's going to rip my head off and the next I feel like he cares for me.
"Even if I am, not like you care." I replied, monotonously. His eyes softened a bit and I averted mine. What could that even mean?
I stopped him before he could say anything else, "Your breakfast is at the dinner table." he nodded his head and moved towards the table, I'd really like it if he maintains this calm behavior pending to the time my siblings will leave.
The weekends are not really the best for me again, because I'll have to tolerate Jameel every now and then. But I pray his behavior shifts to the good side today.
I finished my work at around 1pm and got my make up done. I haven't put much effort on my appearance since when I got married but at least my siblings shouldn't have any doubts about me and Jameel.
I was wearing a long atamfa gown that fitted every inch of my body. I love the way gowns are so loose on one's body and it makes you feel free. I don't think I have ever looked this good before as I checked my appearance from the mirror.
I don't even know how to do my makeup but todays own didn't go wrong.
"Assa---lamu.. " Jameel's words cut as soon as he saw me. I thought this happened only in films? LMAO.
"Wa'alaikum salaam." I answered staring at him in his kaftan, he doesn't look bad.
"Err, I want to go to the mosque," he doesn't usually take my permission when going out so I don't know what is up with him today.
"Okay," I am still angry with him and I promise to stay angry this time for a long time so long he doesn't apologize, even if I also want to say sorry, we always fight and the next day we go back to normal then fight again. We never really talk about the fights.
"My siblings are coming today." I uttered enough for him to hear me. He was already at the door when he stopped walking.
"Okay." Gosh! I could never understand him.
"Okay." I said and then he left just like that. He is too calm for Goodness sake. I thought he was going to pick up another fight and rant on how I didn't tell him on time.
"Hellooooo!!!" Ikhsaan's voice was all over the house as he made his presence known. Aminah smacked him and said "Mom told you to always say salaaam!"
I laughed.
"who are these am seeing???" I shouted happily. It feels like ages smiling and laughing so genuinely.
"Your superstars of course, you can't do without us I can see its written on your face." Ikhsaan played and we all burst into laughter.
"You think? She has Ya Jameel why would she remember us?" Imaan chipped in.
"Oh come on, I love you guys more than him because I have you before him alright?"
"What! That's unbelievable, do you mean it? If I am asked to choose between Taheer and my family I would literally choose both." Aminah said.
"That is because you love him so much right?" I replied, I'd say the same for myself if I ever fall in love.
"The same way you love Ya Jameel right? So I guess we are on thesame boat." I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
'The same way you love ya Jameel'
I don't think anything called love could ever exist between me and Jameel. I have only seen it in movies where the lovers fight and then fall in love later on. But this is Areezah Abdullah and Jameel Ahmad's reality.
My siblings freshened up and took their meals before retiring back to their respectful rooms. Evening came by in a blink of an eye and Jameel was no where to be seen. I couldn't understand why I was worried and perplexed, it is not like he always comes back early but we are in the weekends which wasn't a work day. So I couldn't figure out where he is.
"Ya Areezah switch on the television and take it to the cartoon channel." Imaan started as she rearranged the pillows on the biggest sofa while lying down. This made me recall good ole' times, I'm sure from watching her cartoon channel she will doze off to sleep.
"What's cartoon channel? Are we kids? I mean can't you see you've grown why do you still what to watch those skeletons?" Ikhsaan raised his voice in annoyance. I already know that they will soon start bickering and I won't know how to solve this problem.
"But Ikhsaan don't tell me you're taking it to the football channel because it's a No No. My favourite show is going to start any minutes from now and I have to watch it." Aminah said defensively.
"This is what the two of you do at home! You always restrict me from watching my channel!" Imaan's eyes started welling up with tears. I am so confused and out of my mind that I can't even think of anything to say.
"In the end I always allow you to watch your channel but today I'm not going to submit to anybody's words, I'm watching an important match today and that's final." Ikhsaan stated already propped up on his feet looking for the remote.
"No!"said Imaan.
"Yes!" Said Ikhsaan.
"No!" Said Aminah.
The three were looking for the remote but little did they know that it was with me. At least they won't fight if I get rid of the remote, it'd be better if any of them don't watch tv tonight so...
"It's with Ya Areezah!" Uh huh.
I started running to God knows where and then landed on someone. I didn't know crashing into someone was another type of accident and it hurts big time!
*It's been a long time peeps and I'm very sorrrrry for not updating. Don't even think apologizing will make up for it but anyways enjoy this chapter. I promise to be active Insha Allah.*
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Romance"I told you, you would regret saying this didn't I?" he whispered, so close to me. He was right. I'm regretting every word I had said that night. "You made a promise, and now you've broken it." he added. "Even you Jameel, where is the revenge you...
