Sadiya |REWRITING

Chapter Three

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ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Who said planning evil was ever easy?

She'd done hers about an hour that'd passed and her eyes were still dry as dust. But, would that change her mind on making the sicko come begging? Haha, no. Actually it wouldn't. Never. Nada.

Ramlah rushed to the window upon hearing the sound of a car engine. He was back. A malicious smile took over her chapped lips. He came back soon. Normally, he would've been out for probably two hours before deciding that oh, he had to go back home to the hag he left there. Not that he cared anyway. At least he did not give two flying damns about her, but, he cared about his father's rage.

She rushed back to the bed as the wall clock glared at her, as if threatening her with its sound. If her conscience wouldn't rid bad thoughts off her mind, time seemed to be. Failed. It failed. Because when the Ramlah Abdulhadi set her mind on something, nothing would change. Absolutely nothing. Not before, not now, and with how far she'd come, not ever.

The creak of the bedroom door urged her eyes shut as she pretended to be deep in a slumber - which was quite realistic for Yazid to not have picked up on how unsteady her breaths were. All that was on his mind was apology, apology, apology. Nothing more.

It was as though he picked up on her unsteady breaths and the twitch in her eyelids, he sighed, saying, "I know you aren't asleep." Was that how lofty his level of monstrosity was? "Your breaths are unsteady." If he thought letting out those words could change her mind, he turned out wrong.

How ironic. Roles were altered now.

Silence washed over the tensed couple. She could not help asking herself what'd changed. Why was he acting like a man who'd had a petty fight with his wife over who'd make dinner.

"Ramlah." A feeling of dysphoria washed over him. "Can we talk?" Then shame and nervousness. He gulped, "please?"

The woman in question almost jolted from the bed in astonishment. Yazid and the magic word, was like OJ and coffee. Incompatible. Silence washed over the tension in the atmosphere. Her silence killed him. And his soft words confused her...she just didn't get Yazid's intellect, sometimes.

He wasn't used to it. He'd always been aggressive during and after a fight, now why was he acting any different from the man she had always known him to be?

"Please, we really need to talk." She almost scoffed at his last words. Need? And newsflash, I don't want to. She almost said, but chose not to. That wasn't necessary. For now...

"Look, Ramlah," and he called her name? Damn, it's official that he really was bipolar...or was it insane?

Ramlah held back the laughter that crawled up her throat. It was so funny frankly, right? Ha, she was so funny, maybe she could get a part-time job on the comedy show Amina loved, she'd be rich instead of being couped up with a...what was the word again? Ah, an insane husband. That laughter better die down in her throat. Oh...good days were coming near, for her, of course. Now she needed food, and her 'stress reliever'.

"...I'm sorry," she raised a brow. "...for the hurtful words, for hitting you..." This was getting so difficult for him. He had a whole script in his head, now, gone. "I'm sorry for everything."

"Ramlah, please look at me."

Now where was that innocent, sad, forgiving wife mask? It was showtime.