Behind My Walls✔️

Chapter 54

Ikhbal's POV.

I applied my eyeliner, wore my lip gloss and checked myself once more in the mirror as I was dressed into a nude Abaya, all set to return to work. Hence that was my first day going to work from my marital home, albeit Khalil has left for his office on an urgent meeting he had to attend early in the morning.

I sauntered downstairs, met our cook and maid, perhaps they were aged women but they had been nothing but nice to me, even when I persuaded them to let me cook, they wouldn't let me do it alone. I bade them goodbyes, walked to my car and drove to the hospital.

"Grand welcome to the universe most beautiful bride". Zainab announced as I entered the pharmacy.

"Good morning Zainab". I said and sat down.

"Morning, how is your Khalil?".

"He's fine, by the way, have you guys fixed a date for your own wedding?".

"Yes, it will be in months to come InshaAllah, and have you signed in?". She asked.

I shook my head, "Not yet, let me go now". I exited the pharmacy and sauntered to the head medic office.

I lightly knocked and said my Sallam as usual before opening the door, as I didn't hear a response I walked into the office whilst the person whom will be Sadiq wasn't anymore but a different person.

I looked at him stunned for awhile before I realised I was staring. "Oh! hi.. Uhm, Doctor..". I trailed awkwardly.

"Doctor Isma'il". He gestured for me to sit. "Nice to meet you, pharmacist...". He trailed also.

I cracked a smile. "Ikhbal, nice to meet you too". I sat down, signed on my file whilst he conversed a bit with me being a nice person after all.

I walked out of the office to the pharmacy, sliding the glass door behind me. "Zainab, you didn't tell me it wasn't Doctor Sadiq".

"Oh! I actually forgot, he got himself transferred to another hospital days ago".

"What?! Why would he do that?". I asked whilst she shrugged.

I smuggled out my phone from my purse and dialed his number, I placed my phone on my ear, but it was conveying me to voicemail. I tried twice but same as I groaned and dropped the phone.

"Zainab please can you lend me your phone?". I asked.

"Sure". She handed it to me while I searched for Sadiq's number, dialed and it surprisingly started ringing.

"Hello Zainab".

I sighed, "Why aren't you answering my calls, Sadiq?".

"Ikhbal?".

"Yeah its me, and why aren't you in the hospital?".

"I'm sorry, I didn't get to inform you before leaving". He said.

"Why would you even transfer to another hospital?". I asked.

He kept mute for awhile. "My regrettable mistake, caused a loss that can't be change".

***

"Thank you ma'am". The lady I've prescribed the medicines to, thanked while I beamed and she left.

"Someone delivered this to you". Zainab said entering the pharmacy with a bouquet of flowers.

I took the bouquet of red roses from her, inhaled it heart melting fragrant before checking the card. 'To my beloved wife Ikhbal', written on it whilst I beamed, placing the bouquet on my table smiling at that.

Zainab snorted. "I really need to get married, I'm tired of this oppression".

I laughed. "Well its just in months to come Zainab".

She shrugged. "But that is sweet Ikhbal, you're really lucky". She inhaled the roses and I nodded.

After some moments, I bade Zainab bye, walked to my car and before I could start driving, my phone rang. "Hello Khalil".

"Habibti, how is work?".

"Fine, I'm done with my shift, I'm just going to drive home". I said.

"Alright drive safely".

"InshaAllah, and thank you for the flowers".

"Anything for you habibti". Whilst I blushed and hung up.

I drove home meeting a different car at the parking lot and with dubious look to who owned it, I walked into the house.

"Do we have a visitor?". I asked the maid, as I entered the surprisingly empty living room.

"Ma'am Khalil's mom is here". She answered quietly.

I looked around creasing my eyebrows. "But I can't see her anywhere here".

She brushed her skirt nervously and pointed to the 3rd floor of the mansion. "She's upstairs ma'am".

I looked at her questionably, "Upstairs? I mean, never mind".

I walked up the stairs, having skeptical thoughts of why she was at our house without informing me or Khalil as he doesn't know of her visit, since he didn't mentioned it on the phone.

I walked to the passage close to Khalil's room hearing voices in one of the room adjoined to Khalil's and to my utmost surprise, I met Khalil's mom addressing a woman, obviously an interior designer on what to do in the room.

"Look who's here!". She clapped her hands dramatically. "My beautiful, hardworking daughter in_law, going to work in her first week of her marriage". She emphasizes the 'hardworking'. "And not suited for a responsible wife!". She said the last part giving me a weird look before turning to her previous work of, pointing out 'god knows what' to be done in the room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were visiting, I was at work". I explained walking towards her while she gave me a glare which halted me.

"Ohh! I know you were, since you are obviously competing with my son, even if he has more than enough to provide for you which was solely why you married him in the first place". She spatted.

I looked at her stunned at her outburst. "I never married Khalil for his money". I defended whilst she didn't spare me another look but continued with her work. "Did you need anything, drinks or food". I tried to change the tense atmosphere.

"Do I look like I need anything?". She said back in disgust.

What is her problem?!!

"I thought since you are working, you...".

"You are right, I'm actually working on a better future for my son". She paused addressing the woman to make the room pink and blue. "I'm fixing a Nursery, for my grandchildren".

I looked at her confused. "Grandchildren?".

"Yes lady, grandchildren or won't you give birth, because it is likely in your genes that you're a barren just like your mother!".

I staggered back as her last statement made a pierce to my heart, forming a lump in my throat and a warm liquid cascaded down my cheeks, for her statement kept replaying in my head. 'A barren, just like your mother!'.

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