HIS FATHER'S WISH. On Hold

CHAPTER 4: SAUDAT

I came back home from the office tired and famished. All I wanted was to take a shower, eat and retire for the day. I went straight to the restroom and did my usual before exiting.

I wore my milk colour jalabiyya and went to saudat’s room to let her know I was back.

Rage pounded in me like a drumbeat as soon as I stepped my foot in her room. I went deep inside the room with the intention to make enquiry on why the room was still sloppy when I noticed  the wardrobe doors open with few clothes on the floor.

I called her name but there was no response. I left the room and went to the seating  room to check if she was in the kitchen or the guest room so i proceeded with the search for her whereabout. I was in the process of searching for her when I observed the situation the house was in – untidy.

‘Why will Saudat leave the house in a mess?' It was after I asked myself the question the thought of going inside the main house popped up.

I left our apartment and went to the main house to see if she was there. I held the hem of my Jalabiyyah to enable me walk fast, as I kept praying and wishing to see her there. My eyes widened with alarm the moment I heard what Umma said.

“I have not set my eyes on your wife throughout today. Maybe she has a lot of work to do in the shop that is why she has not yet returned. Maybe you should call her on phone! ”

I brought my phone out and dialed her number. “the number you dialed is switched of, please try again later” was what the MTN lady kept repeating while I kept dialing the number until Umma asked me if it was ringing or not.

“Her phone number is switched off, Umma.” I said, sadly

“Call Lubabatu or Lameenat, they might still be together in the shop.” she instructed.

One could tell that I was in a complete state of panic as my face became ashen. Only God knows what was wrong with my wife. Nothing of such has ever happened and she hardly goes out without my permission and whenever she will be coming home late she usually informs me on time, so I wonder why her number is not going through.

“Both of them are not picking, Umma.”

“Lafiya? Why won’t they pick up the call?”

“I don’t understand either, Umma! I will go and check for her in the shop.” I said while trying to stand up from the stool I sat down after greeting Umma when I entered.

“Haidar” she called out, “take Mustapha along with you.”

I wanted to decline but knowing who Umma was I said okay and left the room.

45 minutes later
Mustapha and I stood at the front of her shop with both doors kissing each other. Most of the shops in the plaza were locked while the few left where about closing for the day. I stood glued to a spot as I watched Mustapha walk up to a man dressed in a white khaftan. I stood there and watched them exchange pleasantries, talked for almost three minutes then shake hands before both men went their separate ways.

“The shop has been locked since morning. According to him, Saudat did not open the shop today, he said the last time he saw her was around 4:00pm yesterday while she was locking the shop.”

“Oh!” was all I could say as I lifted my shoulder in a half shrug

Anger was boiling in me. Firstly, she left my house in a mess and secondly, she went out without my permission to only God knows where despite knowing how bad it is to step out of one’s house without the consent of her husband and thirdly, she switched off her phone without calling me to inform me her where about.

“Ya Haidar, are you sure you didn’t offend Aunty Saudat?” Mustapha, asked.

“why do you think I offended her? Everything was fine till I left home this…..”

I wasn’t able to finish what I was saying when I remembered what transpired between us last night. ‘Was it because I told her about what Abba’s wish was? No, it can’t be!’ I asked and answered myself subconsciously.

I remember vividly how we felt last night. We both had a look of pure ecstasy on our face after making out on the sofa in the seating room. Saudat was not worried, she did not show any sign of jealousy rather she wooed me into making love to her the way I’ve never done before. The way she kept moaning my name out of pleasure as I thrust deeply inside her makes me proud of myself last night was…..

“Ya Haidar!” Mustapha, tapped my shoulder and called my name all together.

Sorry for the late update,
Sorry for the short chapter too.
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