MARRIED TO AN EXTREMIST

| Letting go |

Afeeya's point of view.

"How about you get the hell out of my face? You are not my match." A player in a show I'm watching shouts, walking away. I tug on the little strands of ropes around the pillow, anxiously waiting for the results.

I hear my phone chime as I pick it up almost immediately, checking it. I sigh, realizing the results isn't the only reason why I'm anxious. The fact that fayadth's brother is at anya's house, confronting their father. Fayadth had to run out there to take care of things.

I lean back on the sofa, hugging the pillow tightly before the commercials started. I raise my head to the ceiling wondering what is happening right now in their points of  view.

I hear a knock on the front door which made me keep my pillow and head for the door to check who it is through the hole.

I see fayadth and Harith standing there talking. I glance at the shorts I am wearing then ran to my room to change first. I wear a white skirt with black wavy lines around it and a shirt with the same pattern, including it's veil which I placed on my head.

I rush to the the door, opening it as I hear Harith's laughter. Is he supposed to be that happy? What happened? I see Harith grinning while fayadth stood puzzled.

"Welcome back." I put up a smile, letting them in. "Morning,  afeeya. Sorry for the sudden visit." He steps into the house before fayadth who managed to kiss my forehead before heading to the sitting room.

"It's okay, you're always welcome, Harith." I shut the door, watching them sit on the sofa. I follow them to the sitting room, sitting on the armrest. "So? Is everything okay?" I glance at fayadth who narrowed his eyes while watching the tv. Harith chuckles, letting out a sigh.

"Let's say....we gave him what he deserved." His smile changed to an intimidating frown, obviously getting angry. "It was fine." Fayadth says giving me an assured smile.

I smile weakly for a second realizing it seems worse than before. "I'll get you some water." I stand up. "I'll go, you don't need to suffer yourself. Thank you." Harith stands up and leaves for the kitchen.

I look back at fayadth, my body urging me to ask what really happened. I walk to the sofa he's sitting on and sat beside him, gaining his attention.

"What really happened?"

"Nothing." I tilt my head, arching my brow. "Harith obviously....what happened, fayadth?"

"Nothing." He repeats as I hang my head, rubbing my forehead. This makes me more anxious. I stand up, walking out. I hear the kitchen door open but I don't look it's way and entered my room.

Fayadth's point of view.

Afeeya stands up and walks out, seeming frustrated as harith walks in immediately she leaves with a bottle of water. "Where's Afeeya?" He sits, handing me the bottle of water.

"She's in her room." I reply, closing my eyes, maybe then my thoughts can make sense. "She seems.....worried. Is this second wife thing really worrying her?"

I sigh. "I don't know what to do to make her feel better. She's not herself, she hides her emotions behind a smile. That's concerning for me." I sit up, placing my arms on my knees.

"She shouldn't worry, this marriage thing isn't going to happen. Besides, if it was to happen, she knows she's the one you love."

"That's not how all women think, most people don't think that way and there's the fear of possibilities." I bite my inner lip,taping my feet on the hairy rug. Harith sighs, scratching his brow. "Women complicate matters."