MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

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Afeeya's point of view.

The door pushed open gently, Fayadth appears, wearing his plain white jalabia, which I hate.

"Welcome back." I stand up, walking to him. He smiles taking off his laced cap. "Thank you."

I place my hands on his sides as he leans down, placing a kiss on my lips. I need to tell him Hassana left.

He sighs, unbuttoning his jalabia. "I'm tired, its been a long day." He walks to the sofa, falling on it and facing the ceiling.

"You must be famished." I take a step. "I'm fine, I ate at the mosque."

"Okay but I need to tell you something." He looks at me. "Hassana left, we spoke and then, she took her things. Of course, we bid each other farewell and reconciled but you need to know."

He sits up, clasping his hands. "You should've called me."

Yeah, I could've done that.

"I never thought of it, totally slipped my mind." He sighs. "Did she say anything?"

"Um...she apologized for every inconvenience she caused." I sit beside him.

"Okay." He leans back, closing his eyes. "How about you take a shower before you go to sleep?"

"Sounds nice but I feel too lazy to do so." I could help him but I doubt he's into that kind of stuff.

"I'll help you, come on." I stand up, extending my hands to him so I could help him get on his feet. I gasp, remembering my new clothes.

"You haven't seen my new clothes, I'll try them on." He holds my hands.

"How about you show me the clothes then I can get in the shower?"

I chuckle, trying to pull him up. "Great tactic but I'm not falling for it." He stands to his feet, his arm on my shoulders.

"You're so heavy." I say before I laugh, dragging my feet. "You're trying to kill me." We walk to our room as he sits on the bed.

I open my drawers, taking out the clothes he's going to wear. "Remember our first night when you wore that lingerie." He laughs, veins around his neck popping out.

"What so funny?" I place his clothes on the bed. "Don't get me wrong, you're beautiful with whatever you wear but it's just that, lingeries are overrated, the hype is too much. How does that attract a person really?" He sits up, taking off his jalabia.

I suck my teeth, feeling dared. "They are, its just that you know, you don't believe in that and you must have felt something when I wore it. Even if any woman wears it."

He shrugs, standing up. "No, it doesn't attract me." I chuckle. "So if I wear it, you won't look at me or feel attracted, nothing?"

"No, of course I will be attracted to you." He smiles, taking off his vest. "Nah,you said it doesn't attract you. Now it suddenly does, nope."

I cross my arms, shaking my head. He walks towards me, raising my eyes to ogle him.

He stands in front of me, cupping my cheek. "Whatever you wear, may it be rags or lingerie, I'll always and forever be attracted to you. I am presently feeling the urge to have sex with you."

I turn away, smiling. "Oh, really?" He slides his arms around my waist, pulling me to his body.

"Yeah." I look at him, meeting his stare. I place my hands on his chest before he leans in for a kiss.

I close my eyes, placing my hands on his jaw. His lips locks with mine while his tongue entangled with mine. I pull away. "You should go take your bathe."

"Join me." He says taken me aback. "What? You do that?" He raises a brow. "You don't?"

"No, I mean, you are not against it? I thought you are not into that." He chuckles. "I think it's allowed in Islam."

"Yeah but still."

"To be honest, I wouldn't have but I guess you're persuasive." I touch his beard. "I guess I am." I tip toe, trying to get closer to him for a kiss.

He squats down a bit, carrying me by the legs as I wrap my arms around his neck.

********

I pull Fayadth's arm across my chest, leaning on him. I lick my lips, watching anime. "I don't understand this."

He mutters. "You'll get used to it." I glance at him, seeing his confused and furrowed brows. "Okay." He adds.

A thought crosses my mind. "Fayadth?"

"Yes?"

"If it's your choice, would you get married again?" I don't look at him. "No."

"What about your stepmother?" I add, playing with his fingers. "Depends, if I could dissolve it, I will." My heart feels lighter. "Really?"

"Yeah". He kisses me on the head, making me smile sheepishly. " I love you ".

"I love you too."

******

Hassana's point of view.

I sit on my bed, scrolling down my phone. The curtains draped by the door were raised, my sister appearing.

"Wha-"

"Aunt is here and is looking for you." I sigh, dropping my phone to my sides. Why can't she let me breathe?

"Okay, I'll be there." I groan before standing up and heading to the sitting room. I see here standing angrily especially when she laid her eyes on me. "Hassana, what are you doing here?!"

I sit down. "Please seat."

"I asked you a question." She narrows her eyes, irritated. "In my parent's house, living."

"What nonsense is that? I made reservations for you to live in a rich house while hanging with the upper echelons in this state who're your age mates, what happened to that?"

"What happened was common sense kicking in, I'm not going to be like my mother."

She widens her eyes, scoffing. "That was life."

"Yes, and after that, you forgot about her. We didn't and now you're trying to do the same to me. I won't do that, I won't ruin my life. And Alhamdulillah, we might be poor but its better than dying with regrets."

She nods, clenching her jaw. "You'll regret this, wait and see." She snaps her fingers then stormed out of the house.

I feel my eyes sting, tears welling up in my eyes. I cover my eyes, sobbing.

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