With anger cutting each and every vein that was alive in her body, Fareeda cleared her tears and looked at him with the most outraged expression she had ever seen on her face. "Then, don't blame me when I do something wrong. Don't you dare say it's my fault, because we both know that I'm not living with you as a husband. I can't be married to you!" She thundered and stomped her feet angrily before she turned to leave when he held her wrist.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked through gritted teeth and Mujaheed forced her to turn to look at him. She was furious, and if she was given the chance to, nothing could stop Fareeda from killing Mujaheed right at this instant. She hated him, and now the cool and relaxed smile she was seeing on his face was making it so hard not to want to kill him twice if it was possible.
"Where are you going?" He asked, and she rolled her eyes perfectly at him before she shrugged his hands off her wrist.
"One, don't you ever lay your hands on me ever again. Two, you don't have the right to ask me where I'm going or what I'm up to. I get it that just because of what happened in the mosque today in the morning you might feel you're entitled to me or my life, you don't have that right over me. Third, whether you accept it or not, you're going to divorce me, and that's a fact!" She thundered and turned the doorknob to get out when he pulled her back into the room with full force.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She thundered, her eyes clouded with rage that she barely saw the expression he had on his face.
"You can't walk out looking this way, okay? I'll call Nana and have her bring your hijab, stay there." He pointed at her body and when Fareeda turned down her bloodshot and heavy eyeballs, she realized what he was talking about and scoffed. So what? So what if her nightgown was cotton made and also it didn't reach her ankle? So what if half her hair was showing? Who the hell did he think he was in her life to already be dictating what she should do and not?
"You're really shy less, Mujaheed. So you already think you have that kind of right over me? And so what if I go out like this, what the hell concerned you about my body?" He cut her off even before she closed her lips with an anger filled tone.
"Because you're my wife, Fareeda! You can't go out when I'm quite sure there's a high chance of someone walking on you, don't you at least have some senses to think about this? Just take a good look..." He let his words trailed off as he pulled her turban to close the rest of her hair and she lost her balance and fell on his chest.
Mujaheed let go of the edges of her turban and pulled her to him for a hug. Despite the way she kept pushing him and trying to get out of his hold but he held onto her. He was angry, furious at her for what she said and what she did to him, but he didn't want to lose his anger on her. "Let go of me!" She screamed at the pitch of her voice and shrugged him off her body. "What did I just tell you now? Do I look like a nuisance to you?!" She clamored while angrily rolling her eyes at him.
"A nuisance, that's what I've always looked at you as. It's either you calm down and wait until I call Nana for a hijab or you aren't going anywhere out of this living room, Fareeda." He said with a tone of finality and brought his phone out.
Seeing that he got his attention on his phone, Fareeda was about to turn the doorknob when he held her wrist and brought her back into the room as he spoke through the phone, "Nana, will you please help me bring a hijab for Fareeda? She's in my chamber."
"Thank god, I thought she went somewhere, Ya Mujaheed. Will you please do me a favor? I don't know what to do and you know they won't listen to me. Ummah and Asma'u together with the maids are currently getting her things packed, that she should relocate her things to your chamber. If she comes back now, the way she left angrily, nothing could stop her from harming one of them, you know her." Nana was crying as she spoke, she didn't know what she was going to do. It was actually soothing when she heard that Fareeda was together with him, because all that came to her mind was that she had ran off from the house.
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Married To The Gateman
RomansaShe could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as thoug...