Married To The Gateman

27: Sickness

Mujaheed walked back into the chamber silently praying that Nana had left because he knew if she didn't, there would be fire on the mountain. She would have to do all it took to force him to do what he didn't intend to do. His eyes scanned the room and he found only Fareeda seated on the carpet with her back resting on the sofa and her knees brought up to her chest. As he looked harder, she had dozed off, resting her head on her knees.

He stared at the nylon on his hand and internally cursed himself. His eyes caught her foot and he was certain she didn't even try to clean it today. She might be infected if he let her stay this way and so he went over to where she sat and pulled the leg to himself. She immediately opened her eyes and was about to speak when he looked up, which turned her words back into her chest. She tried to take her leg away from him and he looked up at her again.

"You have to stay still," he said and she knew better than to keep on being stubborn. With eyes keen on his face, Fareeda watched as he unwrapped the bandage and he began to clean the wound.

She screamed as the first droplet of the spirit hit her raw wounded flesh and when he looked up at her, she pulled back all that she wanted to say and tears began to spill out of her eyes. She had always been a lachrymose, especially in moment where her heart hurt the most. He ignored her whimpers and cleaned the wound before he bandaged it again and unwrapped two pills from the pills he had brought. He poured her some water from the jug on the table and handed them to her.

"I'm okay..."she managed to utter. How in the world would she tell this man that she hated medicines and the only way to make her take them was if she was certain about dying if she hadn't. And right now, she knew her wound would never kill her. She might get infected, for sure, but there was no way she would die over such a wound. If she hadn't died because of the pain in her heart, she knew she wouldn't die because of this.

"I don't have the time to waste here, it's either you take it or I'll force it down your throat, okay?" He said firmly and her hands shook as she collected it from him. She wasted almost five minutes before she was able to gulp them down to her throat and she immediately stood up to run to the kitchen but he held her wrist and threw her on the sofa.

"What do you think you're doing? Trying to go over the basin and throw everything out? Sit here, take more water until you've fully taken those pills." His eyes were cold that when she looked into his eyes, she shivered a bit due to the coldness that had surged through her entire body.

She collected the cup of water he was handing her while more tears pooled the brink of her eyes and gulped more of the water until like he wanted, she swallowed the water together. She looked up at him with tears running down her cheeks unchecked and slightly opened her mouth, "I've swallowed them." She quivered, and Mujaheed took his eyes off her before he left for the room.

She didn't know how she was sleepy, but she wanted to sleep. There were times when it became all messy in her life, all she wanted to do was sleep and run away from reality. You could call her a coward if you wanted, but that was the kind of person she was. Afraid of reality that had nothing to offer to her but an unbearable pain that she didn't what she would do with her life anymore.

Shortly after, he came out holding a pillow with his blanket and something struck into her heart. She knew she didn't want him to sleep on the bed because she wanted anything to happen between them, but from the perception she looked at things, he was disgusted of her. Maybe he felt she was too dirty for him to sleep on the same bed as her. She gulped back her tears and acted as if she hand't realized what that meant.

"Get in and sleep. And from now, I don't have to be telling you what you have to do because you're not a child, and even if you are one, I wouldn't care less." Can she please have someone to tell her that he or she cared? She knew Nana did, but that wasn't the acceptance she wanted. Because somehow, Fareeda felt that Nana was still a young girl that was why she could't realize the kind of person she was, and if she came to age and understood everything, she would have to hate her as well.