"Ap nai kahi apnay hosh o havas tou nahi kho diye?" Alayna questioned, stunned still at his violent proclamation.
[Have you lost your mind?]
"Hosh tou ab aya hai." He said, staring into her bloodshot eyes.
[I have gained my senses now.]
"—who is this man? Have you been dangling around other men? Sweetie I'm sure you've got more potential than — him."
The woman whose south asian features looked misplaced with the blonde hair, looked to his wife. Her red lips and the melanin rich wrinkled skin resembled a shriveled raisin, the scratchy voice failed to hide the distaste inside of it, and Emir frowned at her reaction. Clearing his throat he straightened his back, brushing past her to the side of his wife. Waiting for the much needed introduction.
"Very rich coming from you. I don't think you have the right to speak into my personal affairs Mrs. Jalal. It's best if you walk out — and let the door smack you on your way out."
The latter half of course, spoken in a hushes whisper, only audible enough for Emir to hear who stifled the laughter that bubbled in the back of his throat. Her pink nails pinched the insides of his wrist, from the corner of her eye she glared at him putting the strict expressions back on her face. Emir stared in awe at her, he had never seen her this serious, she was after all always involved in making light of the situation. Clearly, the woman in front of them had largely pissed his wife off.
"I suggest you give me the respect I deserve as your mother."
Emir's jaw dropped at that. It would explain the resemblance he thought, although he was luck Alayna still had features from her father's and looked a hundred times better than the woman she called mother.
"My mother died the day she walked out of that door!"
"Don't be like that Alayna, I had to, you don't understand."
"Why? You had everything! Dad never wanted you to stop working — you had a daughter and the man doted over you with blindness. More often than not — he turned a blind eye to the men you brought home! And yet — yet you act like he abused you!"
Alayna saw red. Her vision was blinded as she shot up from the sofa, with nothing but a raging fire around her she paced nearer and nearer to the woman that had once, filled her up with pride — that too having been when she was five. Her throat clogged with the tears and pent up frustration that had for years begged for release. The dam of pain, that held her back from fully exploring life and falling free in love with her husband — was creaking and the bolts were loosening the longer she stared at Anisa Jalal. The murderer of her childhood.
A burning urge in the centre of her palm, triggered the numb part of her mind. Hit her. Hit her. The message was clear as day and stimulated the nerves. She felt the twitch inside her hands, the muscles working in a frozen autopilot, nearing the warmth of her mother's skin. However, before they could collide with the once supple skin, Alayna froze it in place. She stared at her hand and then her, tearing up, frustrated cries ripped through her throat with harshness, her heels dug into the caramel rug as she lunged at her — stopped in place as the warm hands of her husband wrapped around her. Calming her, but the beast inside still lingered.
"Why? Why? For god's sake! You don't get to cry! You are not the victim! Why did you leave us? Were we not enough? For years - years I have had this question bug me. Give me an answer you disgrace of a woman! Why did you leave us?"
