As Ouahib arrives in town , carrying the weight of a family that has weathered hardships, including parental separation, and the lingering echoes of a once vibrant home, he embarks on a new beginning, yearning for a different chapter.
In contrast...
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I wasn't planning to get upset with him. Not at all. I can't be upset with him. He is such a tease sometimes but I like it. I like him. I like him to an extent where there is no going back anymore. Maybe it's something else?
It's those bloody messages I've been receiving since a few days which have me stressed. I can't deal with them anymore and I can't tell Ouahib either. I want to. I really do. But my fear is eating me up. Moreover it collided with the functions and I didn't want to ruin them for us.
That bag of garbage has the audacity to make such a a big plunder out such a small mistake of mine. Is he even for real? That was back in the fifth grade.
And now that I'm happily married, he suddenly showed up and is disturbing my peaceful life. What if Ouahib doesn't understand me? What if he misunderstands me? No, he can't, now would he?
He has always been there for me, but I can't bring it on to tell him. I'm such a coward for being this way. If I won't share my problems with him, then with whom?
I've decided to talk to Aapi about it and I'm glad, I'm meeting her before going to our parents house. I had called her when I stormed into our room and she told me she'll be there in twenty minutes and pick me up.
My heart aches for Ouahib. The devastation and guilt in his features which I saw when he followed me into the room and then into the closet, I could see how his hopes shattered.
I'm really sorry! I swear, I never want to hurt my precious husband, but I need to sort this out. I can't let that jerk come in between us. He already made me so insecure and paranoid, that I unwillingly did something I would have never did.
I hurry down the strairs, my eyes blurring at the sight of Ouahib I left behind me. It took every ounce of will to leave that closet. It took me every cell of my body to not launch myself into his arms and cry and tell him everything.
Sadly, I can't. I can't drag him into this when he isn't at fault. I will have to sort this our before talking to him.
I open the door to Aapi's car and sit hurriedly shutting the door, before he follows me or my mind convinces me to go back to him.
"Aaliyah, what's wrong?" Comes Aapi's worried voice, as she holds my tear strained face in her hand and makes me look at her.
"Aaliyah, tell me, my heart is about to stop! Did you and Ouahib argue, or why are you in this state?" She further asks and I can only respond with sobs. "Please leave from here first," I urge her and she luckily complies.
After a few streets she parks her car at the side of the road and takes off her seatbelt, facing me entirely. "Aaliyah, speak!" She demands and I try controlling my sobs an tears, as I'm preparing to tell her everything.
