My Schizophrenic Husband

Chapter Twenty Eight (2)

Arwa stared at the message Faiza left for her with a straight face, although she wasn't expecting Faiza to be so angry, she also wasn't surprised.

A woman whose husband basically treated like she doesn't exist until she almost died and then she treats herself and gets better and someone set them up to meet again.

She sighed as she dropped the phone on the kitchen counter and stir the soup slowly occasionally glancing at her child who was whinning probably from the pain from her growing teeth.

Arwa served the food, placed it on the dining and began to eat without sparing another minute. And when she was halfway through, the front door opened and her husband walked in with his gaze on the ground.

He looked very disturbed to her and she decided to let him be.

Farooq wasn't sure of what to say as he entered the house and went straight to the living room after saying his Salam.

He picked up his baby and started to rock her as he contemplated on what to do or say to Arwa.

But instead of putting him in a tight corner, Arwa quickly ate her food, packed up her plates and took them into the kitchen.

After she was done she went back to the living room towards the couch Farooq was sitting on, he looked up at her and she spoke, "I see you're disturbed, I'm sorry I put you in that spot. But I have my reasons for it, I'm not going to force words out of you. I'm going inside, your food is on the dining." She said and immediately turned around and walked to their room. She dusted the bed, laid on it and slept off.

Farooq just stared absentmindedly at his child as he pondered on Arwa's words and began to sigh endlessly. He bit his lower lip and a frown appeared on his face out of worry and fear of what would happen in the future.

He didn't notice when Nura stretched out her tiny hands and pulled on hi beard, the pain brought him out of his train of thought as he let out a yelp.

Nura's eyes widened slowly and then she burst into fits of giggles as Farooq rubbed his jaw in pain. He pouted at her and poked her stomach playfully, "Nu, you laugh at daddy's pain? He asked playfully and gently tickled her sides while she kicked and laughed out heartily.

He smiled at her and placed her on his laps with a sigh as he tried to get the thought out of his head and enjoy the moment with his daughter but was unable to.

"What can I do to get back you second mommy, Nu?" He whispered to her while she sucked on her thumb and replied back in gibberish.

"Yeah I know, that woman's driving me crazy!" He said as he picked her from his laps and held her in his face. She giggled as she reached out her hands in attempt to pull his beard again.

He glared playfully at her and shook his head as he stood up and headed towards the dining.

He fed her with tiny bits of his food as he ate and when she was getting impatient, she took matters into her own hands and reached for the food, stuffing her face with her messy hands and not even her father's strong arms could stop her from reaching for the food.

At last, she messed up the whole area and Farooq had to clean it all up, bathe for her and change her cloths.

And when it was time to sleep, she refused to sleep in her baby cot by screaming when Farooq placed her inside.

Out of frustration, he took her to his room and placed her on his chest which she loved the most, and after minutes of struggle, he finally slept off.

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Faiza got off the bed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She went to the toiled and splashed water on her face then she stared at her swollen eyes in the mirror. She released a deep breath as she walked out of the toilet and sat on her bed tiredly.