IN TWENTY ONE DAYS

63; OKAY, WHAT?

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Kauthar grumbled seeing as there are new set of guests gushing through her doors at six in the evening. They are doing so as if they are coming to their home, some people are really senseless. Most of them, she doesn't know anything about them or sometimes, she will know one person who will bring their entire family along or neighbours. She is tired of smiling and acting all shy when she honestly want to just sit down, watch some movie before her husband decides to show up whenever he feels like. No, she is not at all missing him and would want him to stay there and not come back.

"Welcome." She forced a smile to the four ladies coming through her door and she continue to walk further to her kitchen to serve them refreshments and the snacks meant for the guests given to brides.

"Ma sha Allah, you are even more beautiful in person." One of them women said to her with a smiling face, she returned one. She looks to be around late thirties or early forties with nice smile and wrinkly eyes.

"Thank you." She smiled, she cannot help herself. There are some people that are genuinely nice, she knows them while others are just fake and want to gossip about what it is she has in her home.

Few minutes later, they request that she should put the snacks for them in a nylon, she did just that. She has enough of those snacks, she is sure it won't finish even after the guests come for a year more. Whew, she hopes there won't be more guests around for the day, she is tired already. Coming back from the military base with Fayha, she found some of the guests knocking her door so she smiled apologetically and gave them some skimpy excuse which they don't deserve. They are young ladies trying to pry through her life, she didn't like it but was polite throughout.

She locked the door and made her way to the room for an evening bath followed by a nap, she is not going to wait idly for her husband like those dotty wives. Her bath done, she made her way to the well stacked closet and wore a night shirt that stopped just across her calf nothing underneath but a cotton short. Her stomach grumbled while she was combing through her hair so she quickly finished, made a beeline to the kitchen for something she could eat. Is she supposed to cook for that man too? Oh God, she don't want Allah's wrath or she wouldn't have considered cooking for him too. The guy don't deserve an ounce of her kindness.

What had Fayha seen in him to have crushed on him? She should be lucky to not have ended with him, she would've cried everyday to her pillow.

"Good evening." Anyone could see how her whole stature changed after hearing his voice as they bumped at the doorway. Her eyes close instinctively to keep herself from glaring at him, a wife shouldn't do that to her husband.

Yes, some might not believe it but she is actually changing after what her aunt told her. Her view of the marriage changed after that though not really entirely, just a little bit after that preach then it changed again this afternoon. She went ahead to search up things a married woman shouldn't do to her husband in Islam, watched bunched of YouTube videos talking about the sins of women and how they are fuller in hell same in heaven. It didn't stop her from trembling hearing the peril that befell upon such women.

She has done everything prevented there, none of it she's kept aside and is thankful to Allah for not taking her life the night before, she would've gone to hell straight. She didn't make her husband happy, didn't give him his rights, didn't talk to him softly or showed any sign of respect for her partner. If only she's searched for all those before the marriage, she wouldn't have married him for she can't do that for the man she hates. Now she will be forced to do all that to the man she loathes, that will be real trial from her side. Can she do that without making him angry?