My Schizophrenic Husband

Chapter Three

It was a few weeks after Farooq's nikkah, and Faiza was literally fuming, luckily for everyone, they have been away from her, saving themselves from the wrath of her anger. She was particularly angry at Farooq who had been ignoring her since the event at her room and with his seemingly strong support of his mother, he had almost forgotten he had a first wife.
It began to feel like Faiza was the odd one in the family especially during discussions and eating at the dinning.
Farooq didn't even bother visiting Faiza's room even when it was her turn, and Aliyah seemed to be pleased with her son's treatment of her. Faiza had dropped all her responsibilities and did absolutely nothing to help or contribute to the home.
All she did was go to work, return to settle to her room and eat in her room, she had fixed the broken door of her room before the wedding and began to live like a room mate rather than a wife. She had successfully survived not speaking to neither Farooq, nor his mother or his wife for weeks and she had been surprisingly calm about it until Aliyah decided to anger her about a week ago which made her lash out on her.

"Faiza," Aliyah called out as Faiza was headed to her room after a long hectic day at work, she obediently turned back to listen to what she had to say, "Arwa isn't feeling so good today after last night with her husband, so you should go to cook in the kitchen," Aliyah said in a fake sweet voice as she noticed the change in the Faiza's facial expression.

Faiza hissed loudly and turned her back to head to her room but Aliyah quickly grabbed her shoulder and turned Faiza to face her sharply.
Faiza dropped her bag and jerked away Aliyah's hand from her body, "Don't you dare to touch me that way again, get away from me, wicked soul," she said angrily and walked out on her.

Aliyah stood shock in her place, even though she was expected Faiza to be pained, she didn't know it'll back fire on her, she scoffed at her and vowed to report to her son when he returned.

"You pushed my mum?" He barked at Faiza whose expression remained indifferent, Aliyah was shedding crocodile tears as Arwa tried to pacify her.

"I didn't," Faiza replied simply.

"Are you saying my mum is a liar?" He asked.

"Yes," Faiza said with a shrug to which Farooq raised his hand and slapped her across the face, Faiza fell backwards and Aliyah smirked at her.

"You slapped me Farooq," Faiza said chuckling as she stood up.

"And I'll slap you again," he shouted.

"You know I have the ability to return that slap, you know I have the ability to fight you back, but I'll let you have that one," Faiza said and turned to go to her room ignoring the calls of her husband, she got to her room and locked herself inside, and ever since then she never even uttered a word whenever anyone of them was speaking, she knew she would be divorced soon enough, but she didn't mind it.

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Faiza was on her phone when she heard loud voices of celebration from her co-wife's room, the voice of her mother-in-law was particularly loud which made her wonder what they could be celebrating about, the last time she heard such happiness was the day of Arwa's wedding, which signified that it was also something big they were celebrating.

Soon, Aliyah's voice was heard outside of her room, "My wife is pregnant! Ayy, I never knew this kind of day would come, so I would really become a grandmother? Within only 5 months in this house, Arwa has gotten pregnant, my son would become a father," she jubilated purposefully standing outside Faiza's room.

"My happiness cannot be lessened, my dear wife, unlike some people who had been eating my son's wealth for almost ten years, eating and getting fat meanwhile she's empty, how does she not get shamed knowing she's not a complete woman, if I was like her and didn't birth any child, would she even be married, I birthed my son and he needs his own children too," Faiza's phone dropped from her hand and tears were streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.
How did Arwa get pregnant, how would she cope seeing her husband's kids running around, how would she fix her own life, would she ever get to experience the feeling of motherhood.
Aliyah's remaining words went unheard, Faiza was so engrossed in her sobbing to even notice that Aliyah was  outside, even though Faiza knew a day like this was inevitable, she still secretly hoped it wouldn't come to pass.
She was losing her strong lady stance, the treatment from her husband was already beginning to drive her crazy and the least thing she needed was further taunting from Aliyah.