AMAL: hope

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

* Remember who you wanted to be.*

AMAL.

    Who said am not shocked. Who said am not surprised. Who said I should have expected it. Who expects opening the door to her very own house meeting her husband and his girlfriend naked sprawled on the couch with clothes scattered on the floor having sex when him and his own wife haven't even done that. Who said am not hurt. Who said am not feeling betrayed.

Who, Who, Who.

    Huzaifa crossed the line this time around. No atom of shame made him rethink why he shouldn't put his manh**d into another woman's vagina without fear of him being caught. It's the audacity for me. I laughed in pain and kept hitting the sofa I was sitting on as tears flowed freely.

  " Here drink this, I think this is the third hour you are crying you are going to develop a quick headache if you keep crying like this. This aspirin is going to help, Huzaifa isn't worth crying over." Hafeez said bring a mini tray have a glass on water and a pack of aspirin. He drop it on the low stool beside me. He then squat in front of me.

  " Sleep here today, I need to go give Huzaifa a bunch of my word, even if it will include a little use of fist." He said waving his clench fist before me if it were to be any other day I would have laughed it out but not today. Not just today.

  " No need for that, no need to talk to him. Just leave him at it, but am not sleeping there to see the sperm splattered couch and fall back into another round of damnation again." I said so fucking tired of everything.

  " Make my home your safe abode." Hafeez said. " Let me bring you something to change into so you will be comfortable."
He added leaving the room while closing the door behind him. I sighed and looked at Zahra laying on the bed fast asleep. I tucked her in well before sitting at the edge of the bed and allowing tears flow freely. Thinking of every step of my life that led me here.

   " I told you not to cry again right." That was the word I first heard that pull me out of my crying trance. I quickly used the edge of my sleeves to wipe my tears. Snugging my kholi in the process.

  " Change into this am coming back." He hand me some clothes. I nod before he turned and left. I spread the the cloth wide out and it turned out to be a white jalabiya. Was it right for me to wear his clothes? He's my non-mahram. Why can't I just take mine from my place. Well I concluded by wearing the jalabiya cause am in no right mind to to back to my room to pick out a cloth without doing something I did regret later. It was looking like the jalabiya was wearing me not me wearing the Jalabiya. I just finished putting my abaya into Zahra's closet when I heard a light knock on the door.

" Come in." Knowing it was him.

  " My clothes suits you better." He looked at me. I turned my face from him as I felt heat rushed up my face. This isn't appropriate.

  " I have no choice but to wear it." I said and sniff in a tears that wants to fall of, but I completely failed. My are my emotions getting haughty. The tears came falling and I closed my mouth muffling the screams that wants to spurts out. The next thing I know was I was being pulled into someone's arms. Someone's embrace.

  " Stop crying, you are worth more than the thousand reasons why he cheated. I hate when I see those tears rolling down your cheeks, it breaks me. Can you please stop breaking me?" And the very person who hugged me turned out to be my husband best friend. Even though my husband cheated on me, I shouldn't be him. Even though Hafeez had no bad intention, I still felt uncomfortable. It still felt inappropriate. I pushed him gently.