The tension between Hauwa and Yaseer wasn't getting any better.
Instead, it was getting worse as every second passed by.The two had not been talking to each other like they used to before.
They only spoke occasionally and that was only when it had to do with the kids.After clearing the dining table once they were done with breakfast, Hauwa stared at Yaseer.
He felt uneasy when he noticed that she was staring.
She didn't say anything but stare.
He took few weird glances at her before blurting out "What happened?"She spent another couple of seconds staring at him before saying "I would like to further my education." at once.
Yaseer froze upon hearing her statement.
"I really want to study more and pursue my dreams." She add and waited for her husband's reaction.
Yaseer's face turned sour.
"Not now." He replied.Hauwa had a brow up as she adjusted herself on the chair.
"What do you mean?"She wanted him to be elaborate.
No one goes about saying not now and expects people to understand what they mean.Yaseer looked Hauwa straight in the eyes.
"You can't further your education just yet." He clarified.Hauwa blinked.
"I wasn't asking for your permission, I was just letting you know the decision I took!"She felt irritated by the words that dropped from Yaseer's mouth.Yaseer got up abruptly.
"You're not furthering no education!" He snapped.
He was making Hauwa begin to hate every ounce of him.Hauwa got up too.
"And who are you to say I can't go to school?! Huh?!"Yaseer walked to where Hauwa stood.
"I am your husband. I'm married to you Hauwa."he stressed every word.Hauwa let out a small laugh.
"If that's the case, then don't go to work either! That makes it even."Yaseer just shook his head in disappointment.
"If you start attending school or whatever now, who would look after the kids?"Yaseer was desperate to make his word final."We could enroll them in a creche."she replied almost immediately.
Yaseer massaged his temples.
"You're not getting it Hauwa,"he held her by the shoulder and tightened his grip a little too hard. "You're the wife, you don't need to go to school. I'm the husband and I'll provide everything."Hauwa rolled her eyes.
"Everything but not helping out."she looked him from his head to toe then back."You go to school to study how to become successful, rich and all, right? Well you don't need to bother because I'm already successful."
Hauwa looked at her husband to be sure those words she had just heard came out from his mouth.
"Did you really learn anything in school? Because the last time I checked, you don't study how to be rich or successful in school," she had an absolute irritated face on. "You go to school to gain knowledge and use the knowledge to become rich and successful."
Yaseer moved his face so close to his wife's face.
His hot breath hit her face each time he inhaled and exhaled.She waited to see what his next move would be.
"Give me one reason for me to approve your decision of going to school."he spoke not moving his face from hers.Their nose were now in contact.
Hauwa stepped back.
"Like I said earlier, I don't need your approval whatsoever. Agree or not, I'm attending."Hauwa did the heroine hair flip thing with her hair.She was so done with this conversation.
In their last argument, he walked out on her, so it would be even if she walked out on him now.
Yaseer held her wrist, preventing her from walking any further.
"We didn't finish talking."he steadied his grip.
Hauwa looked at him in disgust as she tried removing her hand from his.
"Let go!"the look never left her face.
Yaseer took in a deep and relieving breath before letting go of her wrist after an heavy exhale.
"Tch!"Hauwa rubbed her wrist as she exited the room.
Their marriage was on the line at this point.
Only if they could talk things out.
Only if.
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