My Schizophrenic Husband

Chapter Eighteen

Faiza hissed angrily as she loosened the shawl and retie it around her neck, she huffed in frustration as she picked up her bag and mentally prepared herself to step into the cold weather.

In England, she wasn't a morning person and Farooq waking her up early in the freezing morning to get groceries wasn't what she was hoping for.

Her first few days in England was very rough, she didn't anticipate the culture shock and the extreme weather changes and she'd always make sure she was clad in three or four layers of thick cloths. She huffed again as she got into the car and sat with a frown on her face while Farooq started the car.

She had tried to convince him many times to go on his own but he wouldn't budge, and his excuse was that she knew the best brands of food. She scoffed at the memory as she wrapped her arms around herself hoping he would allow her to go back inside the apartment.

She sighed as she looked out through the window and went down the memory lane.

The day she got to England, she didn't even feel like she hadn't taken her bath, because the cold had almost frozen her finger and feet. She quickly unzipped her bag and wrapped almost five hijabs around her head and put on three gown.

Then when they got to the apartment Farooq's company gave him for his stay, she opened the baggage to find zero winter clothes or sweater there, she was angry and she asked Farooq who only shrugged and gave a lame excuse that he wasn't aware England was cold.

She pursed her lips at him and turned on the heater, then slept with layers of cloths on.

The next day, she went with him to a clothing store and got thick cloths for herself and despite how thick they were, she still had to wear multiple layers of cloths before she dared to step out.

Due to that, she preferred staying at home and sitting next to the heater, while Farooq would go to work and she would stay at home and do the house chores.

But sometimes he would get on her nerves and force her to go out, and he would give lame excuses and make sure he gets her out of the house.

He huffed as he parked the car and opened the door, she got out of the car reluctantly as the cold wind hit her cheeks, she shuddered as she shut the door and hurried after Farooq into the mall.

The mall was warm which made her relax, but as they spent more time inside, it began to get hot and she started feeling uncomfortable under all the layers of clothes. She huffed in frustration as she quickly selected all what they needed and they went to pay. She silently thanked God the three months were almost over, she couldn't imagine spending more than three months there.

After they got home, she cooked and they ate and then she went to seat in her favorite place, next to the heater and Farooq joined her there with a puzzle game to lighten up her mood.

She smiled brightly as he sat before her and dropped two puzzles on the ground, "The person that finishes first is the winner," he announced and she quickly grabbed the easier one and began to put them together.
"Stop the pretense, I've been with you for three years not to know when you're pretending," Farooq said and she dropped her arms and turned away from him.

At the end, she won and rubbed it off on him, "I won," she said with a smug look.

"Only because I let you win, cheater," he replied.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she said and giggle while he rolled his eyes at her and muttered whatever.

A few weeks later, they left England and landed in their home country. Faiza was so happy, as she got off the airplane, she almost kissed the ground.

The weather was welcoming and warm, she immediately muttered alhamdulillah as they entered a bus that took them to the airport.

She sighed in relief as she turned to look at Farooq with a bright smile who returned her smile.

After they checked out, they left the immediately and they headed towards their apartment, Faiza couldn't help the grin that was on her face.

He pulled up into the compound and before Farooq could switch off the engine, she jumped out of the car and ran towards the front door while Farooq just shook his head at her.

She stopped in her sprint when she realized she didn't even have the keys with her, then she slowly returned back to the car and smiled sheepishly at Farooq who stared at her with a knowing look.

He opened the front door and Faiza rushed inside the room and then she jumped on the bed and giggled as she rolled on the bed while she left her husband to bring int the bags, after laying there for a while, she didn't know when she fell asleep.

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Faiza retuned back to work and Farooq was promoted in his workplace, they would visit Imam Nassir and his family sometimes and Rose was also constantly in their house, giggling and gisting with Faiza.

Farooq joined a football team close to their house and he played with Jamal and the rest of his friends.

Faiza went there sometimes to watch him play and when she was given an international recognition as a professional therapist, Farooq was there to support her.

They were each other's backbone, and they were both there for each other, even the times when they were having fights or misunderstandings.

But they still looked out for each other and supported each other in every single way they could and they strived to become better muslims and better spouses to each other.

And they continued to live like that throughout the years, with immense love and support for each other.

Until one faithful day, when they heard a knock on the front door, a knock that caused a huge twist in their almost perfect world.

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