Weeks passed, days passed and there is no change. I have been trying my possible best to see that I get him upset but he cares less.
"Absolute hell. This house is hell. How can I be in the house 24\7?"
"Amor is out of town". Shit!
"It's 1 am. I can't even sleep. I'm bored".
I smiled after recalling that I am waliya drama never ends me. "Chiiiirrrr!!!!"
I can hear some noises from the living room beside my bedroom.
I walked majestically to the living room. Karima and my so-called husband are having a discussion. Having fun when I'm here, bored.
"Hi". I smiled. I know they know that the smile is fake but I don't care.
I sat beside Fahad resting my head on his chest.
They ignored my presence and continued their discussion.
"Like do you even see me? Am I too small that you can't see me?"
"We can but our discussion is way more important. Sorry". Karima. Pleaded.
"Oh. Really? I'm not important". I stood on my feet.
"I didn't say". Karima said after me.
"I don't blame you. I blame myself". I eyed her.
"Babe, please go to the bedroom. I'll come soon. We are discussing something important". Fahad said.
"You are still repeating the same thing. I want to talk to my husband". I kept my hands on my waist.
"Sure. I'm coming. After the discussion".
"Don't worry Fahad. I'll leave". She stood up.
"No. No. Sis, please wait. Waliya". Fahad faced me. "Go to the bedroom".
"She should leave not me".
"What is the matter with you waliya? Am not even your husband's mate talk less of you". She frowned.
"Oh. You just knew that. Imagine a grown-up lady living in her junior bro's house". I hissed.
"That way too much waliya. Stop it already". Fahad came closer.
"It's not my fault that her husband threw her out of his house. I didn't cause her to be barren".
"Waliya!" Fahad raised his hand but Karima stopped him.
"No. Don't do that". She walked away.
He followed her.
***No. Like this is a dream. Not even my father has dared to raise his hand. I sat on the floor.
Fahad. You are insane...... I screamed.
Didn't know when I slept.
..................next.....day........
5missed calls from Aunty Zahra and 15 from Amor. I hissed.
Now I know how lonely I am. I don't even have anyone to pat me. I shouldn't have agreed to marry him in the first place. At home, I would have been in Amor's shoulder or Ammars.
I ordered alcohol and cigarettes. I think it will help console me. I went to shower.
I had a long bath. The call came in from the delivery man so I ask him to keep it with the gatemen. The gateman should drop it in the living room.
I applied cream to my soft skin. My eyes jammed with the mirror. They are swollen. I cried last night.
I rushed downstairs to pick up my drink. Grabbed a cup from the kitchen and went upstairs.
