Eternity

Chapter 44

As-salamu alaikum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuhu

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As Zayan left the room, the weight of his words hung in the air, leaving Ayzal in a swirl of emotions. She was still processing the news of her pregnancy, but it was overshadowed by the deep hurt she felt from Zayan’s previous actions—the letter he had kept hidden, the harshness with which he had treated her. It was too much to take in all at once.

Zayan’s mother, who had been lingering in the waiting area, watched him approach with a concerned expression. She had sensed the tension between them and knew something had shifted. When Zayan reached her, she placed a gentle hand on his arm.

“Did you tell her?” she asked quietly, her voice filled with maternal concern.

Zayan nodded, though the heaviness in his chest remained. “Yes, I told her. But... she is not saying much. She is upset, and I can’t blame her. I have made so many mistakes.”

His mother sighed, her heart aching for both her son and daughter-in-law. “You have been through a lot, Zayan but you have to give her time. This isn’t easy for her, especially with everything that has happened.”

“I know,” he replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I don’t know how to fix this. I have hurt her so much, and now, with the baby...”

“She will need time to come to terms with everything,” his mother said gently. “But you need to be there for her, even if she is not ready to accept your help right now. This is a difficult situation, but it is also an opportunity to start over, to build something better together.”

Zayan nodded, though the uncertainty in his heart lingered. He wanted to make things right, but he knew it wouldn’t be easy. The wounds between them were deep, and it would take more than words to heal them.

“Just be patient, Zayan,” his mother advised, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “She will come around, in her own time. And when she does, you will need to be ready to show her that you are committed to making things right—for her and for the baby.”

Zayan gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Mom. I will try.”

With that, his mother watched him walk away, her thoughts turning to Ayzal. She hoped that in time, the young couple would find their way through the darkness that had clouded their relationship. The news of the baby was a new beginning, but it would take time, understanding, and a lot of love to heal the wounds that had been inflicted.

For now, all they could do was wait and hope that, with patience and care, the pieces would begin to fall into place, and the path forward would become clearer.

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The car ride back home was quiet. Ayzal sat in the back seat, her gaze fixed out the window, watching as the city blurred by. Zayan drove in silence, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly, while his mother sat beside him, occasionally glancing back at Ayzal with concern.

When they finally arrived at the house, Zayan’s mother gently urged Ayzal out of the car, her tone soft and reassuring. “Come inside, dear. You need to rest.” Ayzal nodded silently, following her into the house. The familiar surroundings did little to ease the turmoil within her. Every step she took felt heavy, each one a reminder of the life she was now carrying—a life that had come at a time of such profound conflict and confusion.

Zayan trailed behind them, his mind racing with thoughts of how to approach Ayzal. He knew she was still reeling from everything that had happened. He wanted to reach out, to offer comfort, but he also knew that she needed space. The wounds between them were fresh, and it would take time to heal.