FROM NEVER TO HAPPILY EVER!

8.

One month later.

Amyra Sadaf.

"Beta, koi baat hui hai kya? Main kitne dinon se dekh rahi hun. Tum aur Ammu aaj kal ek dusre ka chehra tak nahin dekhte. Agar kisi baat par jhagda hua hai to use jaldi khatam karo. Ye bilkul sahi baat nahin hai ki miyan biwi mahinon tak naraaz rahein. Bachchon par bura asar padta hai. Aaj Faiz chota hai, kal ko bada hoga to kya yahi sab seekhega?

Maine Ammu se hazar dafa pucha, lekin wo kuch nahin bolti. Tumne hi kuch aisi waisi harkat ki hogi. Saniya ke saath bhi har waqt chik chik lagi rehti thi tumhari. Khair, mitti pao. Aur meri bahu ko satana band karo."
I hear Mamijaan's words and bend slightly over the window trying to catch Aman's expression. I can't see his face though.

But his malevolent voice echoes the next moment, "Ammi maine kitni koshish ki us chipkali ko manane ki. Har roz maafi maangta hu lekin wo dayan, majaal hai ki maaf karde." And Mamijaan giggles at his childish tone.

I am seeing red, ek to khud beizzati karo upar se main dayan aur chipkali?

"To lage raho. Jab tak maaf na karde, peeche mat hatna"

"Kya Ammi, aise lag raha hai jaise main jang ke maidan par hun, ek choti bhul ya agar thoda sa dhyaan hila samjho jaan se gaye. Ajeeb kisam ki biwi ada ki hai Allah ne mujhe. Main to inexperienced hun, pata nahin baba kaise handle karte honge. Ek baar puchna padega." He muses and Mamijaan throws him out of her room still with a flying chappal.

I slowly retreat from my weird position, eavesdropping is a difficult task. I look around to make sure nobody saw me and continue for what I actually came down. To take some soup for my baby. He is eight months now and Mamijaan told me we have to start giving him some other liquid food as well. I tried yesterday but my boy doesn't like anything other than my own milk.

After the incident that day with Aman, I began breastfeeding Faizu. Initially it was tough for both of us, he wouldn't get enough milk and I would be get exhausted easily. Above that, all the crying I did for days rewinding his father's behaviour. But now we have settled into a routine Alhamdulillah.

I was so hurt. How could he think I wanted a physical relation with him or that I am using my baby for that. If I wanted a physical relation, my charms are enough. I don't need a kid's vulnerability for that. Secondly, he didn't trust me. I don't mind his rude behavior because that's how he has been from childhood. He would go all Hulk on anybody that got close to him when he was having his man periods. But the fact that he misunderstood me to this extent just because he was mourning over his wife's death is unreasonable.

I knew he was not in the right state of mind those days, but still it doesn't justify the way he barged into the room and played with my body.

I hear the opening of doors, don't tell me he is here again. Allah, Kuch der ki shanti dede.

I turn completely towards my baby trying to put a few drops of soup into his mouth. He drinks a little of it and then turn his head the other way. Stubborn. Like father, like son.

"To mere baby ko soup pasand nai aya? Koi baat nai, aap wahi peena jo aapko pasand hai. Okay? " Aman picks him up twirling him around. Looks like the soup will have to go back today as well. I sigh getting up to dump the soup when a hand pulls me back and my eyes widen in fear. The soup is hot and it could fall on any of us. I turn around furious to give him an earful about his act when I don't see him anywhere. Where would he disappear?

That's when there is a tug on my kurti, I look to see Aman is crouched down on one knee holding Faizu in his one hand and the other is holding his ear and a sorry expression on his face. My baby looks so cute as he contemplates what his father is trying to do and the next moment I burst out laughing when I see Faizu also copying his father holding both his hands to his ears.

Both the guys look at me awestruck when they hear my laughter. Aww, my men are so cute. I crouch down the next instant too, let's go all cliché today ladies and gentlemen.

I quickly take my baby in my arms resting my back against the bed as I sit properly. Aman follows suit, keeping his head on my shoulder. I am still angry at him for doing that but this is my Aly, I can't stay mad at him for long.

"Jass, meri baat sun. Dekh us waqt main kuch theek se nai soch paraha tha. Upar se us doctor ne mujhe bhadka diya. Par wo sab koi excuse nahin hai jo bhi maine tere saath kiya uske liye. Main janta hun mujhse bohot badi galti hui hai. Isliye tujhse teen hafton se maafi mange jaraha hun. Ab to maaf karde. Promise main dubara tujhe kabhi touch nahin karunga." He breathes out playing with my fingers.

I raise my fingers before him that are in his hands, "To ye kya kar rahe ho?"

He gives me the 'Are you an idiot' look before continuing, "Main ye wale touch ki baat nahin kar raha. Ham to aise bachpan se the. Jaise shohar apni biwi ko chuta hai, main promise karta hun aisa kuch dubara hamare beech nahin hoga. Ab maaf karde"

I nod gently, "Theek hai. Ja tujhe maaf kiya, tu bhi kya yaad rakhega." I say haughtily. He groans.

"Tu meri majboori ka faida uthana kab chodegi, chudail?" I hit his chest instantly.

My baby jumps in the middle, trying to grab attention. He is such an attention seeker. He is too adorable to be not one.

"Faiz idhar aao, Papa ko tumhe thank you kissie dene do." Aman grabs him kissing his cheeks fervently and that has my baby smiling widely. Faizu also kisses him on his cheek.

"Wo kisliye?" I ask.

" Wo isliye kyunki jo kaam hazaaro sorry letters, rose bouquets aur pendants bhi nahin karpaaye wo mere sher ne chutkiyon mein kardiya. Dekhna mera beta ek din charmer banega apne papa ki tarah. Sari ladkiyan makkhiyon ki tarah bhinbhinayengi." He boasts puffing his chest out. I shove his stomach back in, snickering.

"Huh. Kuch bhi palo par galat fehmiyan nahin. Wo to college mein ladkiyan tumhein is liye taadti thi, kyunki tum nahaate nahin the aur tumhaare paas ajeeb si smell aati thi jaise koi mara hua chuha ho tumhare pocket mein." I explain and burst out laughing.

He pouts looking at his son who is now curiously looking at the exchange. "Dekha baby, tumhari mama kaise mazaak uda rahi hai Papa ka. Abhi revenge lete hain. Commander Faiz, time for attack." He says and both of them fall on my me making me sleep on the ground completely.

Faizu begins jumping on my face and that khabees starts tickling me all at the same time. I laugh out loudly wiggling in his fingers but he wouldn't stop. Sometime later both of join me on the floor, all three of us panting like dogs.

Life is bliss. Keep their smiles intact, Allah. Ameen.