Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 28: Sabira delivers

A/n; second update of the week. See you guys on Friday! Enjoy🍝

Khayr's POV

"Arrrghhh! Allah ya isa(god will punish you!)" I groaned out loud, furiously wiping away the tears of rage which fell from my eyes as I aggressively scrubbed the plates.

I haven't done any house chore for three days now, doing the dishes included. That's why the stupid plates dried out and grew hard to wash. I sighed deeply, dabbing away the sweat which formed on my forehead. I'm freaking tired already and I'm not even halfway. I mean, almost all of the pots, frying pans and plates were soiled with dried food. This is where Lami's prescence is advantageous...,- With the house chores.

Her job was to do everything, without a preference. But I hated washing plates with everything in me. I really really longed for Lami at the moment, but I had sworn within myself to never bring any filthy maid inside my house. Ever!

Three days had passed since my mini WW3 with Sul. I was horribly heartbroken. I cried, I cried, and I cried until I could no longer feel my eyes. The pain of betrayal profoundly hurt like a bitch. I kept thinking; did Hameed also underwent something similar after I threw him away?

I love Sulaiman. I love him. But I hate him more. All of my affections are dead. All that's left is a burning frustration. At him, at myself, at the decisions I made, at everything. I sat in my room, imagining Sul's head on a plate for myself all day.

Sul stopped playing hide and seek after he cleared our relationship. I mean, there's no need to. He goes to work at his regular time and return himself before or just after Isha. Like he usually did before all of the chaos.

He knows I won't cook for him, so he'd buy ingredients and cook for himself. Getting takeouts is way easier, but hello, this is Sul who's new mission is to frustrate my life more than he already has. He'd cook his food and devour it alone. And leave all the dirty items for me in the sink afterwards. He'd come back the next day, take new sets of kitchen utensils, dump them also where he had left the previous ones. This is how he managed to leave such a huge pile of mess in the kitchen. He did all of this deliberately, because he had already taken note that Lami is gone. Sul, is so heartless. Again, what have I done to deserve this?

Its annoying that he eats well, rests well and live well in this house carefreely as if he's not a big perpetrator of evil. As if he didn't commit any crime. As if he didn't make me such a miserable human being. I've literally been feeding on nothing but rage for the past few days.

You see, I never really planned to tidy the house or do the dishes for perhaps eternity. I wanted him to continue piling the plates until he ran out of them, so that he'd probably cook and eat in dirty utensils. Unfortunately, I got a call from the girls, that two of them will be visiting me. I couldn't let them come into such a dirty environment so that they'll start asking questions.

I sighed once again, reminding myself that I don't have the leisure to be thinking at the moment. I needed to get these chores done before they appear. I wouldn't be freaking out like this if it was just Dee that's coming. She's very understanding afterall. However, you see that girl with a runny mouth called Basee... I already feel cringed, thinking about how she'd bug me endlessly until I tell her what happened with my maid. I don't want to remember that uneventful night, talkless of narrating it.

As I continued to wash the plates, I pondered extensively on this cursed marriage.

Is this how I'd futurelessly continue to live with Sulaiman, when we're nothing but sworn enemies now? I still don't understand what he's keeping me for. I can't wrap my head around that fact no matter how much I tried.