Breaking free

Episode 28

" Ahmad can we go now? I'll be late fa" I sat at the armrest of the chair.

It's 8:30pm and today is the dinner of Fatima. Ahmad insisted to go with me because apparently no matter how I dress, I look young and it looks like I'm not married.

" Let's go" He came out wearing a white kaftan and held my hand.

I wore a pink atampa that I found comfortable and wore it with a matching veil.

We took my car because his car was at the mechanic. I forgot to take out the Polaroid picture that I took at Lubna's birthday.

In the picture, it was Lubna, Ali and I in the picture and I was looking away while he was looking at me.

I put it on the sunglasses compartment so I hoped he won't open it.

" Her husband is my friend ai" He answered when I asked him how he knew Fatimas husband.

" Oh Allah sarki" I replied.

We drove out our compound and were on the road when he removed his sunglasses and opened the compartment.

Shit.

He put his glasses there are as he was about to close it, the stupid picture had to fly out.

He didn't notice at first thankfully so I tried to discreetly take it but he held my hand and saw the picture, he took the picture from my hands.

He looked at the picture and the hand he was holding the steering wheel with tightened. His knuckles went white as I gulped down the saliva in my mouth.

The car was dead silent before he spoke.

" Why do you always have to mess things up when they are going good?" He asked looking at the road.

" I'm sorry, I didn't know the picture was there" I replied.

" Lies!" He yelled accelerating the car.

" It's the truth, please slow down" I gently held his hand but he only went faster.

" Since you never want to see us happy then fine" He accelerated towards a car as I held both sides of my seat.

" Please Ahmad, the kids" I semi- whispered.

He instantly went into a halt right infront of the car and ran his fingers through his hair.

I released a long breath that I was holding and put my hand on my chest.

" I'm sorry, I was out of control" He said holding my hand but I just closed my eyes.

I kept quiet.

" Babe" He said.

" It's fine, let's just go" I looked out the window as I heard him sigh.

He turned the engine back on and continued driving until we reached the event centre.

I wasn't even feeling the wedding anymore, I just wanted to go home.

We got out and went our separate ways. I sat with the bridesmaids as he sat with the groomsmen.

We all had the same atampa so we took a picture with the groomsmen. My friends made me stand close to Ahmad as he pulled me ridiculously close like he didn't try to kill us earlier.

We were called to dance but I didn't because I wasn't feeling it so I sat down by the side. I didn't realise when the Mc pulled me from my seat and dragged me to the dance floor. He was a man so I was so uncomfortable and the camera was on me.

" See this fine bridesmaid, no offense to you ladiess but dis one is beautiful" He yelled through the mic as I put my hands beside me.

All the guests laughed as I looked at fatima and she gave me a thumbs up and laughed.