His Accidental Bride

Seven

"When is she resigning? "

Who? Who's resigning.

"You heard that? ", he said his bulgy eyes threatening to fall out of their sockets.

"Obviously"

"Omm...... Mmmm....You", he hesitated. She almost laughed at his hilarious act but when what he said sunk into her medulla she frowned instead.

"I can't remember telling you that I want to resign"

"But you have to, baby you are a woman, my woman. That aspect is not for you". She would have been above the clouds swimming in ecstasy at how the name baby rolled out of his mouth if not that the situation is steamy.
Her petname is baby and almost everyone calls her that but his feels different. Not even kamal's makes an effect like that.

"Because I'm a woman I shouldn't earn?" , she came back to the matter at hand.

"I can pay you monthly allowance to commensurate that, even more than your current salary".

She felt insulted more than before. How can he think is all about money, what about her passion? Did she go this long to drop her resolve on the way? Salma walked out on him without as much as sparing him a glance. The Chinese series "Boss and me", they were watching not appealing to her anymore.

What gave her the strength to start this from the beginning is people's myth about the woman's niche. It shouldn't be so different.

Sugar and spice,
And everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.

Sunshines and rainbows,
And ribbons for hair bows,
That's what little girls are made of

Tea parties, laces
And little doll faces
That's what little girls are made of

What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails
And puppy-dog's tails
That's what little boys are made of

A poem she has learnt by heart and her thirst to change the details kept her going.

She's too weak to be working in that field that's what her husband thinks. So he's compensating her with a salary for no work, he thinks she's that naive? He should think twice.

He's drawing a line for a battle and she's not going to give up. After all it's about her passion.

.......
The next day she didn't go to his room after Subh prayer to greet him like they have quite adopted since when they decided to make things work between them.
Salma didn't even bother to take his early morning black tea after his work out. She stayed back in her room and later on prepared lunch to take to the office.
After deliberating on what to cook, she settled for cous-cous with alot of veggies and sardine sauce. She packed it into a lunch bag before leaving the kitchen to take her bath.

Salma glammed up in a pale yellow and bright blue hollandis African prints. Sewn into straight gown, she quickly made her signature headtie, wore pearl studs to the pair of piercing on her ear. She grabbed a white veil and wrapped herself up.
She heard her husband open the door to his room humming to a song unknown to her. Why is he so happy? She thought and shrugged nonchalantly.

She should leave the closet before he walks in, she reprimanded herself. She's giving him a silent treatment and she knows she will lose her resolve anytime they meet. Yes, he has that effect on her. And it's more painful that he knows.

She heard the shower of his bathroom gushing, right before she sauntered out. That's her cue to leave.

Upon reaching the dinning table she didn't spot the lunch bag where she kept it. Maybe you left it in the kitchen, her subconscious mind informed.
She took a casual stride into the kitchen and Lo and behold her lunch bag was on the slab empty.
She turned to the other side of the kitchen and the flask was in the dish drainer still wet. No wonder the man was so happy.

Salma angrily took the stairs to go and tell her husband a piece of her mind.

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