HER WORTH ✓

38~Good news

Habiba's POV:

It was noon; everyone had returned to their respective duty, including Grandma; Amina was the only one left by my bedside while I remained in my lying position. I was feeling much better as my migraine had gone, and I was no longer feeling excessively cold; I was just a bit still weak.

"Habiba, you've been quiet, you haven't eaten since morning, and all you do is stare at blank spaces, I'm afraid this's so unlike you." Amina sighed, stroking my hair gently, but I was in no mood to talk.

"Habiba, please talk to me; we share stuff, don't we? C'mo,n, let's discuss whatever is bothering you, and I'm sure it's about Ya Najib, right? Please talk."

After much hesitation, I gave in to her request. I sat up to meet her troubled gaze. I didn't know exactly what to say or how to share how I truly felt.

"I'm here for you, trust me." She smiled.

"Amina... I say, feeling my lips heavy; it feels like I haven't spoken in months.

"Tell me, everything." She says patting my cheeks with a warm smile that makes me want to pour out all my feelings.

"Amina, firstly, do you believe I stole his mother's dress?" I asked and she went silent before giving me a response that got me shocked.

"Yes, I believe so." She says.

"Really? Amina... You... I stammered not believing my ears.

"Yes, you heard me; that's what you want me to say, right? I hope you're now satisfied?" She frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"I've told you severally that I trust you, but you keep repeating the same thing. C'mon Habiba, even in my wildest dreams, I will never believe such about you." She says, cupping my cheeks into her hands. She hugs me briefly.

"You didn't deserve any of the accusations, I'm sorry." She said and pulled away, staring at me with tear-filled eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a bit happy.

"Thanks, your words mean a lot to me." I smiled while suppressing my swelling tears but she noticed.

"Cry, don't bottle up your feelings, pour them out for me." She says, and as I watched her tears rolling out of her eyes, I burst into tears, crying like a baby; I covered my face with my palms and continued to cry while she watched me.

"Tell me, Habiba."

"Your brother did a very terrible thing to me which I won't ever forget, I Have never been so humiliated as I was last night, I didn't take his dress, God bear me witness, but he insulted me for it, he punished in such a cruel manner, calling me all sorts of disgusting names, and his behavior surprised me...

"I mean our relationship was progressing well, you know I never had believed that our relationship would thrive, despite his cold attitude, I gave him the excuse that he was a good man, but he was not what I assumed him to be, I let myself believe that deep down, he has a good heart, the negative side of him was just a facade... I say bursting into more tears.

I sobbed so hard that I could feel my migraine headache returning; with every tear I shed, I recalled the traumatic experience I had at that strange building where I got punished; it kept replaying in my head, making me feel the experience all over.

"Habiba, cry all you want, let out your grief and resentment." She mumbled.

"After we left home, Najib turned wild in rage, he didn't listen to me, not even once... Najib tormented me, Amina, he made me stand on ice for hours...

"Subhanallah! I'm sorry dear."

"Najib was cruel; he handcuffed me like a slave. My whole feet were blistered and burning in the cold, and I couldn't even feel them. I cried, begging him that I couldn't withstand the pain I was experiencing, but Najib simply watched me gaining satisfaction in my pain...