My Schizophrenic Husband

Chapter Thirty Two (2)

"You do know the meaning of what you've done, Farooq? Don't you?" Imam Nassir asked as he shook his head at Farooq's stupidity.

"I... I do."

"And you're okay with the fact that you cannot marry her back unless she marries another man and he divorces her willingly without your intervention?" Imam asked and Farooq furrowed his brows lightly, he really wasn't interested in Arwa but the thought of her marrying another man was sending cold shivers down his spine.

Of course he doesn't want her to get married to another man and instead of him to go back and beg her, he stupidity sat on the couch and sighed the divorce papers.

He fell on his knees and held his hand in his palms, Imam just sighed and dropped the papers on the couch.

"There's no use of crying over spilled milk, just snap a copy and send it to her and mail this to where it came from," Imam said and then he settled on the couch deep in thought while Farooq still sat on the ground.

He knew it was already done and there was no going back, he should have asked for advice, he really should have. But at the same time, Arwa deserved a better person because he knew he could never be fair to her, whether Faiza was in the picture or not.

He raised his head up and looked around, properly taking in the view of his apartment which he hadn't seen when he got home earlier.

The apartment appeared like only one person lived there, no traces of another person or a baby's presence. Everything was gone, like she'd been planning for weeks, perhaps months. He frowned, trying to guess when she'd been planning to leave.

"Did Arwa plan this beforehand?" Imam asked and Farooq's eyes connected with his.

"I guess so, the house is too clean and in order for only a day's planning," he replied.

Imam frowned, "You guess? Haven't you been living in this apartment?" He asked and Farooq gulped.

"I mean, I do notice somethings that was usually there weren't there and the house looked extra clean everyday, and she only repeated some cloths for Nura, I noticed somethings changed but I never knew it was like this," he quickly said to cover up. He knew he was at fault as he never stayed long at home, he usually gets home late at night and left very early in the morning, so he barely noticed anything, but the things he did notice were what he said.

"Why didn't you say anything? I'm sure she must have been acting weird, probably wanting you to give her a reason to stay," Imam said and Farooq's mind went to the day they last had an argument and he sighed. Assuming he gave her a listening ear, maybe she wouldn't have left. Assuming he noticed her and her efforts like she said, maybe she would have stayed.

She never wanted anything much from him, she never asked for too much from him. She only wanted the bear minimum. She wanted her daughter to have a present father in her life. She herself wanted to be appreciated.

If only he had done that.
If only he had just given her what she wanted.
If only he had made her happy.
If only he spared 15 minutes of time every day to listen to her.
If only he told her thank you everytime she did something for him.

But now it was all useless, he sighed the divorce papers and he would forever be in the state of regret because of what he'd done to her. How he took advantage of her pureness and saw her as a weakling.

"I asked you something."

"I noticed she just argued with me more often and cry a lot when she did. And after that she wouldn't talk to me," Farooq said with a sigh and Imam nodded sighing as well.