A Hijabi's Unexpected Love [Currently Being Rewritten]

Chapter 44 : New Beginnings

{Ya Rahman, forgive me for all my mistakes}

| Ameera binte Ahmed |

The drive back home was silent. No, it wasn't an awkward/uncomfortable silence, it was a comfortable silence.

How different would it have been if he didn't leave me and treated me right from the start? We'd have been together for 3 years now, we'd probably have a happy family together.

Many may say that I'm over exaggerating, that I should get over it and accept his apology, or that I'm dragging the topic itself or that it wasn't even that huge of a deal but try putting yourself in my shoes. What would you do if your spouse left you at the time you needed them the most and that even a week after the wedding? What would you do if your spouse acted like a good guy before yall got married and then treated you like crap immediately after yall got married? What would you do if your spouse left you without telling you for 3 whole years and then decides to come back when you finally learned how to be happy?

It's the unhealed trauma and heartbreak that pulls you back every time you try to take a step ahead.

"Ameera?"

"Hmm?" I immediately replied

"We reached home,"

"Oh okay," I say as I get out of the car and walk into the house. The lights were dimmed down which indicated that Aunty Khadijah and Zaakirah were already asleep.

"Are we going to sleep in one room?" I asked worriedly because I didn't want to share a room with him

"Unfortunately yes we are, I know you don't want to share a room with me and I'm sorry that you have to but there's no other choice," he replied with a sigh

I followed him to his room and immediately went into the washroom to freshen up.

Walking back to the room, Zaidan was nowhere to be seen. That's strange.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain hit my head, Ya Allah my migraines are going to be the death of me one day. I'm going to take my hijab off, not like Zaidan isn't a mahram. I'm not like these Wattpad hijabs who got the strength to wear the hijab 24/7 especially when they sleep because they barely know their husbands or they got forcefully married to them. My bun makes my migraine worse at times and I'm not taking that risk at this time.

I quickly braided my hair before I turned the AC on and climbed into bed. I'm way too exhausted to think about where Zaidan's going to sleep but I do know one thing that is; he's not going to share the same bed with me because he knows how much I dislike him at the moment.

Ya Allah, please let everything fall into place. I know your plans are perfect and this shall pass soon and the reward for this hardship is unimaginable.