Married To The Gateman

13: A Shoulder To Lean

She came out of the bathroom and grudingly walked to the living room where she met him seated on the sofa and he looked up at her, "Here, she brought her hijab and a wrapper, you can use it to pray." He said and handed her the said garments before he pointed at the already laid out praying mat for her. Fareeda knew arguing with Mujaheed would be pointless, but she knew it would only be a matter of hours before she finally got fed up with his bossy attitude and walked back home, whatever was going to happen after she did should do.

She prayed while he watched her and after she was done, she turned back and glared at the tray on the table, she couldn't argue that she was hungry, angry and very sad. "You should eat," he said and slightly pushed the tray in front of her, she rolled her eyes at him before she brought the plate down and began to eat. She was tired of having his eyes on her that she nearly choked on herself.

"Why are you looking at me? Don't you have any other thing to do apart from looking at me?" She rolled her eyes at him an Mujaheed stifled a chuckle. What did she think? That he seriously enjoyed staring at her face or what?

"What do you think? I'm just monitoring the way you eat, do you perhaps think I enjoy staring at you or what? Will you please just keep shut and eat your food before you choke yourself?" He said calmly and rested back on the sofa. He was aware of the glare she sent his way before she took her eyes off and when she was done with the food, Fareeda stood up and aimed at the door.

"You don't have the right to stop me, I'm leaving." And before Mujaheed made his next book, the next thing he saw was Fareeda running out of his chamber and he followed her. She ran with so much speed because she knew he would likely catch up with her and when he did, he would make to make sure she regretted leaving the way she did. Mujaheed wrapped his hands on his chest and stared at the way she was running as a slow smile graced his lips. She was stubborn, and she was crazy as well.

Fareeda walked into the house and she immediately walked to her side because the first thing she wanted to do was call Adam to let him know of what had happened, she was ready to do whatever it took for her to get out of this bondage they held her in. Starting from her living room, Fareeda's jaw nearly dropped to the floor and she stared at the three women that were having their lunch in the living room.

The living room looked disoriented, and she was certain this wasn't the only place they had distorted. Without glancing their way or saying anything to them because she was sure if she talked, she wouldn't be able to see the rest of the damage they had done to her. As she walked into her room, the first thing her eyes got in contact with were her packed luggages. She gulped down her anger and controlled herself to cross-check everything before she would go and make an outburst. She opened her closet and there was nothing left inside. Her mirror had been cleared, everything.

She stared back at the luggages and flicked back her tears. This would either be Alhaji's order or Ummah's doing, but whatever it was, whoever was behind this filthy act, she would have to make sure she make that person regret what he had done. She flicked back her tears and stomped out to the living room, they were peacefully eating their lunch as if they haven't done anything wrong. First, they barged into her chamber without her permission. Second, they tore her privacy open and checked even the places she didn't want anyone to check in her life. And third, they tempered with her things, how dare they?

She roared outwardly and the next thing that happened was, Fareeda was throwing down all the food they had on the table and before Ummah could utter a word out, she had slapped Asma'u harder on both cheeks and threw Dahlia on the ground before she turned to look at her. Fuming as though she were a lion. "What do you think you just did, Ummah? How dare you do this to me?"