" Mummy I'm off to work." I adjusted my turban." Allah ya bada sa'a." She kissed my cheek and I left. It's been over 3 weeks since the divorce and my ribs have healed completely. Today is my first day back at work and my life seems to be adjusting
well.I haven't been to work in about a month and I was scared that they were going to fire me but my boss likes me so he only gave me a warning.
The kids have seen Ahmad about 10 times in the span of 3 weeks. It's either Hamma Shehu or Yusuf that drops them in his parents house.
I haven't seen him since and I'm not planning to anytime soon. I entered my car and drove to my office while listening to recitation on the way there. I would definitely say that I have gotten extremely closer to Allah. He has been my rock and a crying shoulder for me whenever I'm going through it. The first week was the worst week. The kids were crying, telling me they want to sleep with Daddy and I had so much on my mind already. We got over that never ending week and Mummy told me to sit them down and explain some things.
I told them that we weren't going back home and that they would be seeing Daddy every week. They cried at first about not going back home but once I told them that they are going to the water park with their dad and Uncle Imran, they cheered up.
Salma still isn't talking to Ahmad and I kind of feel bad that it's because of me but he should've known that before doing all he did. She calls me every week and we talk about random things. I would say I got so much support from his family, Falmata called me and told me she was pregnant and we talked for a long time. I still call Mami and Daddy every Friday to greet them. I know some people might say, why are you still keeping in touch with his family? It's not going to let you move on but people don't understand that this family treated me like their own so just because I'm not together with their son should not mean I should also punish them for it.
Mami and Daddy treated me like their daughter so I'm still going to call them and check up on them. I'm not only looking out for myself but my kids. If I don't have a good relationship with their Father's side, then they also wouldn't have a good relationship with them. All I'm doing and the decisions that are making is all for my kids.
" Welcome back Hameedah, we missed you!" Bukar said and I smiled as Aisha, my coworker enveloped me in a hug.
" Thank you, thank you. I missed you guys too." I relied and dropped my bag.
" The office has been so boring, like honestly." Bukar said.
" Eyyah, I'm back now!" I dramatically lifted my hands and they laughed. We conversed with Bukar on what I missed and he left Aisha and I.
" I heard about what happened. I'm so sorry, it's so unfortunate but may Allah give you even more happiness." She said and I genuinely smiled. Aisha isn't known for gossip so when she brings your attention to something, she's just looking out for you.
" Thank you so much. Ameen."
" I'm here if you need a friend to eat with." She said and I laughed.
" Shatu kenan. Don't worry, I'll take us out on a brunch one day." I switched on my MacBook.
" That is a promise Hameedah." She pointed at me and left the office. I began my work and went to my oga's office to get approval on something. I came back and that's how the rest of my day went till 4pm.
I was lazy to drive but I had to so I drove out of the office and after many attempts of me falling asleep on the wheel, I finally reached home.
Ahmad was picking the kids up from school today with Salim so I had some few hours to rest before they came back. When he picks them after school, they usually stay in Maitama for a few hours before he brings them back. He doesn't come in so Farouk or Salim drop them off in the house.
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Breaking free
RomanceFaduma (Hameedah) and Ahmad have been married for two years and blessed with beautiful twins. She never thought she would have a supportive, caring, loving husband but what happens when the almost perfect love story takes a drastic turn. For better...