My Schizophrenic Husband

Chapter Thirteen

Dedicated to SanniRuqqoyah for her unwavering support.

Wedding preparations were hectic and Faiza couldn't believe it could be that stressful, despite not being the one doing the most job, the emotional turmoil on her had been a rollercoaster.

She would be a married woman in less than three days, she sighed as she rolled over on her bed and glanced at her clock, it was 1am in the morning and she couldn't sleep a wink.

She was beginning to get worried about showing up to her wedding with bags under her eyes. She shivered and she covered her legs properly with her blanket, she bit her lower lip out of anxiety and fear.

Would marriage be the best thing for her?
She wondered as she rolled again and played with her fingers.

'People usually have problems in marriage.' she thought.
'But that doesn't mean I would have problems,' her mind revoked and she settled with a frown on her face.

'And besides if he turns out to be bad, I can always apply for a khula,' she thought again.

'But we shouldn't go into marriage with the intention to leave it. That marriage is set for failure!' she sighed.

'Or should I tell him I'm not interested?' she thought and quickly picked up her phone.

She scrolled down to his contacts and read the last message he sent, he has been trying to be a good Muslim and even by limiting his conversations with her. How can she lose someone like him?

'But I don't feel good,'
'Then I should probably tell him I'm not interested any longer,'

'But I already shared invitation letters, people will see me as a failure,'

'But at the same time it is said that Muslim women have the right to cancel a wedding if she isn't ready even if it's on her wedding day.'

But would it be logical for her to ruin everything?

She sighed as she sat up and rested her back on the bed's dashboard.

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He sat up and reclined his back on the wall as he sat on his bed and stared at his feet.

He was nervous and he couldn't deny it.

Although he was happy and over the moon that Faiza would be his wife, he was still worried about how he would deal with her without causing her distress.

He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, in less than three days she would move her things over to his house and start to live with him, how would he adjust to another person in the house with him.

He bit his lip as he looked around, how would he even bring her to a tiny apartment like his. Although he had never been to her place, he knew she wasn't a woman to settle for less.

And she wouldn't have agreed to get married to him, if not for her own condition that made her accept him.

She was way to good for him, it was a reality the both of them couldn't deny.

He huffed out of frustration as he stood up and started to rearrange his apartment all over again, he had done that at least five times the past week and everyday he keeps thinking she wouldn't be comfortable with how his apartment looks.

He lived in a two bedroom apartment with a small living room and a tiny kitchen and two toilets, he had lived there for almost five years and he had made all kinds of memories in his apartment, even though his memory was mostly about his schizophrenia.