My Schizophrenic Husband

Chapter Twenty (1)

*WARNING: CONTAINS THOUGHTS OF SELF HARM/ MILD HOMICIDAL THOUGHTS

As Faiza mixed the soup, she sighed in exhaustion as she placed her hand on her back, it was only five days she hadn't been going to work and she felt like she was going crazy.

She had shifted her entire focus on to her work so much that it began to affect her now that she had nothing to do than to face her reality. And her reality was looking her in her eyes 24/7.

She sighed again as her eyes fell on the kitchen knife, the knife looked sharp and shiny and for the first time in her life, she wondered what it would feel like if she slit her wrist with it.

She gulped as her palms turned sweaty, and she grabbed the knife, she tilted it as she practiced how to hold it until she suddenly got out of her trance and dropped the knife on the ground.

"Astagfirullah," she muttered, her breathing was raggedy and her chest began to heave, she rushed out of the kitchen and went to perform ablution and prayed two rakahs for forgiveness.

As she finished her Salam, her eyes fell on her prayer mat and then reality dawned on her and she realized she hadn't even been praying for a while, she would only pray fajr and leave the rest, and her fajr prayers were mostly occasional. Faiza covered her face with her hands and began to weep as she asked for forgiveness and she made sure she prayed the remaining prayers for that day.

Early in the morning the next day, Arwa's mother knocked on the front door.

Faiza opened the door and raised her eyebrows slowly, "Who are you please?" Faiza asked.

"Does Arwa live here?" She asked instead and Faiza reluctantly nodded as she was skeptical to answer her questions.

"Then I should be asking who you are, I'm here to see my daughter and this is her husband's house right?" She asked further and Faiza could only give her a disgusting look.

She scoffed as she eyed the old woman and opened the door wide enough for her to enter.

'You don't even know where your daughter lives, she married and you aren't aware she married a married man, pathetic. Weren't you present on the wedding day?' Faiza wanted to say but she bit her tongue and let it go.

She eyed the woman as she roamed around and was walking towards the direction of her room, "Excuse me woman, that's my room and you're not allowed there," Faiza said and the woman stopped in her pace.

Arwa quickly rushed out of her room upon hearing voices from the living room to which she guessed her mother had arrived, she got to the living room and laid her eyes on her mother and then she immediately rushed to her embrace.

"Arwa my dear," she greeted her child warmly as Faiza sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

After the pleasantries, Arwa's mum, Lydia turned to Faiza and pointed a finger at her.

"Who is that, and what is she doing here?" She asked and Faiza hissed at her, "Please, do not ever point at me ever again," Faiza said.

Arwa got angry and turned to her, "Don't speak to my mother like that if you don't have one, I value her," she said and Faiza angrily threw a shoe that hit Arwa on the nose.

"Your mother that wasn't present on your wedding day? Is the one you value? I'd rather have no mother than her, I mean, she doesn't even know you married someone who's already married and you're here only for baby production," she scoffed and Arwa just stood there in shock and embarrassment.

Ever since Arwa had gotten married to Farooq, Faiza had never stood or stayed to argue with her or to even get physical with her. And she decided to do just that the first time her mother came to visit her.