The Unloved Wife

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I felt moisture on my cheeks. I pressed my fingers on my cheeks. They were wet. Only then I realized that I was silently crying. I wiped my tears. It had become a routine to cry for mama and myself.

My head was aching with constant thoughts and crying. I pressed my forehead and turned to look in his direction. He was busy on his cell phone, talking to a friend.

I turned back towards the glass wall. We were sitting in the lounge. He was sitting on the sofa, busy on the cell phone and I was sitting on the floor, staring at the sky through the glass window, busy in my own world.

It was daytime and weather was cloudy. It might rain again. I wanted to see raining heavily to let my tears leave my eyes without anyone's notice.

I missed mama more today.

I opened the gallery on my cell phone and opened the folder which only had my mother's pictures. I opened the first one. She was smiling in the picture. I couldn't blink my eyes. It seemed as if she was smiling at me in real.

"Bano! Tum muskurati kyu nahi ho meri beti!" Mama used to say it to me a lot.

I smiled sadly.

She was a beautiful woman. Her eyes held nothing but innocence. Alas, her husband never found her worthy enough.

I believe it was always his loss that he lost a gem. He would have led a peaceful life with a woman like her if his own character was good.

Remarrying wasn't a sin but the injustice he always did to his first wife before and after his second marriage was definitely a sin. Justice between the both wives is the only requirement to remarry and like most of the men of our male dominant society he never did justice between his wives.

He never shared a room with mama after his second marriage neither he ever looked after her in any way. He would hardly communicate with her, only when he needed anything because my mother was a full time maid for him.

My father did many sins. I never understand how his consciousness let him live his life normally.

I was so engrossed in my mother's pictures that I didn't realize Ehan calling me.

"Mehr!" He called my name loudly this time.

"Yes" I turned my face to see him.

"Where are you lost? I have called you many times" He asked, looking in my direction.

"Nowhere" I muttered.

"Why are you sitting at the floor?" He asked.

I instantly stood up but didn't say anything to him.

"I am going to meet my friend. Lock the door!" He told me seriously this time.

I nodded my head and walked behind him to lock the door.

"Don't get wet if it rained" He instructed me before leaving.

I just nodded at him.

I thought about the friend he went to meet. He didn't mention the name of his friend. He had this habit of taking his friends names before leaving.

He definitely went to meet Rahma. There could be no one else other than her. Rahma Ismail was on my mind from yesterday night. I couldn't get her out of my mind.

I had met her at the start of marriage. I always knew about her but I never thought of them being together again. I never thought Ehan would cheat on me. He wasn't a man same as my father. He was different in my aspects.

Who could think their partner would cheat on them?

I trusted him but I believe my trust on him would be shattered in near future. The home I was trying to make would finally lose it's base.

He came back at night after having dinner with his so called friend. He didn't bother to inform me.

"Give me my clothes. I will take shower quickly. He didn't let me leave on time" When he came back he was in a hurry to leave for airport.

Before leaving, he took me into his arms and stayed still for a few minutes. I couldn't make myself ready to wrap my arms around him.

He could sense it too. Lately, I couldn't held my shattered heart together to be a dumb wife again.

"Take care of yourself" He said, kissing my forehead.

My eyes got wet at his words. Sometimes he would be so nice towards me as if I was important to him.