Saving Her Marriage

Chapter Two

After a hectic day at school, I bid Aisha goodbye and made my way home. On getting home, I found the door not locked and I just knew I was in for another long silent treatment. He doesn't treat me wrong but the thought of him not bothering to look at or even talk to me gets to me so bad.

"Asalamualykum" I said as soon as I opened the door, seeing him sitting on the sofa with his trained eyes on the tv where a football match was playing. I moved closer to where he was and said my Teslim (Islamic greeting) to him. He took a pause, and I thought he was going to spare me a glance, making me hold my breathe unknowingly, but alas, I was wrong. He just muttered "Waalaykum Salam" back. And then I knew the conversation was over, making my heart shatter. I stepped away from him and moved in the opposite direction making my way to my room. Of course, you guessed it right, we do not sleep in the same room, he made the rules, and I just had to follow like the little puppet he made I and my heart to be, lol. Getting to my room, I quickly went to the bathroom to shower and make whudhu as I have not observed Asr prayer yet. I changed into a long jilbab and observe my prayer with sincerity and utmost attention. 

Knowing I still have to cook for us even if my lovely husband was not going to have a bite from it, I went ahead to the kitchen to cook my signature jollof rice that my mum and dad always drool over, or maybe because I'm their only child. "Abdullah, the food is ready" I called him from across the dining area where he can see me. He looked at me and hummed. Wow, what a progress, at least he looked at me. The thought that I could have worn something attractive and not my jilbab crossed my mind, but I pushed it away. We don't want to be getting anymore disappointments, now do we.

I sat down at the dining table to eat my food without waiting for him, after all he's never wanted to eat my food. I always just cook and call him to eat every time, to at least clear my heart that I am playing the role of a good wife, and that the problem is coming from him not me. As soon as I pick up my spoon to start eating, the chair opposite me was moved only to find Abdullah about to sit and eat the food I cooked!