My Schizophrenic Husband

Chapter Seventeen

Faiza had to learn how to let go of her dying wish, perhaps it was destined that she wouldn't experience the feeling of motherhood, but at least she was happy she had an understanding husband who decided to stick my her and support her whenever she's down.

The room they had decorated for the child was giving her a really hard time, and although she and her husband had settled their differences, they still had a few misunderstandings and arguments from time to time.

So they moved out of their apartment to a more secluded area, and before they knew it, the thoughts and baby fevers was out of her mind.

And they continued to live as they did, they joked and talked and went out together, they traveled, they pray together and sometimes Faiza irks him and they fight.

But apart from that, they have a healthy marriage.

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Farooq shut the door after him and tiptoed inside.

He turned on the light as discreetly as he could as he dropped all the stuff in his hand on the couch.

He then went to the kitchen and ate some of the left over food.

Faiza was seated up rightly on the bed and she curled herself up on the bed, she stayed quiet as she listened attentively to all the noises she was hearing from the kitchen.

Her heart was hammering and she quickly took her phone to dial Farooq's number, he'd been out of the country for almost three months and he was supposed to be away for six months.

She bit her lower lips as she pressed the red button, she knew he would only get scared and anxious if anything were to happen to her or if she was in danger.

She stood up from the bed and opened her drawers with shaky hands, she was certain someone was in the living room since she was hearing audible noises.

She grabbed the sharpest thing she laid her eyes on and also grabbed a mopping stick.
She stood by the door waited for the door to open up.

And before she knew it, the door opened up and she hit the mopping stick on his head, she heard a girly-like scream that came from non other than her husband.

She watched him with horror in her eyes as he landed on the floor with a thud, she threw the mopping stick on the ground and quickly got on the ground and panic.

"Farooq!" She exclaimed as he rubbed his head and sat up slowly.

"Yes love?"

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Happy third year anniversary to you too," he replied with a smile and she widened her eyes in realization.

"Oh," she said sheepishly as she rubbed his head and pleaded with him.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Well, I didn't know it was you, I only knew someone was here considering you weren't so discreet about it," she said giving him a knowing look to which he rolled his eyes.

"You forgot about our anniversary though," he eyed her playfully as he stood up from the ground and pulled her up as well.

"I was sleeping, I would've remembered in the morning!" She defended herself as her cheek reddened, he shook his head at her and eyed the mopping stick.

"Nice defense though babe, I see you've learnt martial arts, I wonder why you're experimenting on me," she blushed at the pet name and quickly walked out of the room to escape his teasing and he chuckled at her actions, he picked up the mopping stick and placed it in its place and then went to the living room.