Kaffara OS

Heartbreak or Reunion

Did anyone wished the last episode of Kaffara, episode 90, could have been longer? Mere fifteen minutes or their happy reunion couldn't quench the thirst inside me that hoped for more happiness and more romance.
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Salar threw away his phone as soon as he heard the words 'Either you come and get her or I will marry her off to someone else.' He knew if he didn't head to the airport now, he wouldn't be able to make his trip to Canada. He was already late yet he ordered his driver to turn back the car.

He was furious. Sitara was a topic he disliked to discuss anymore yet the ultimatum Sitara's uncle announced to him like a deal was something that no husband could digest when they still carried deep feelings for their wives.

He knew deep in his bones that he still loved her despite her accusations and hatred towards him. He was hurt by her words, by her accusations and by her silent treatment yet he couldn't stop loving her. It was why he had asked his driver to drive him to his wife's house so that he can question her about how the hell she could marry off to another man as soon as he left her.

He wanted to confront her. 'Go to hell my Canada trip, I am gonna go get my wife,' he wrote to his employer as he rode to his final destination. His home, the sole reason for his fury and happiness, the colour that beautified his colourless universe, the bane of his current temper and the peace he loves to pamper and cherish.

Sitara Jahan.

The audience that he walked into as he entered his wife's house made him rethink for a moment if he was dreaming or not. Sitara, her uncle and aunt, and Kiran were people he was looking forward to meeting on entering her house. But his father, mother, sister and brother-in-law in his wife's house? His whole family gathered together, launching on the couch in Sitara's house was a great shock to Salar Sikander.

Then the epiphany came. Uncle's call, the ultimatum he presented before Salar, and now his own family sitting happily with his wife's family - it all made perfect sense.

He was lured by a fake threat and he fell right into their trap.

"Your mother ended up believing you wouldn't come. I was a bit unsure too but Shoukat Sahab was per percent sure you would come. You didn't keep us waiting, welcome back, son." Tahir Sikander's greeting proved his epiphany right.

The embarrassment of facing your own family who have trapped you with their little game, facing those smiling faces with a sad-cat's face was something Salar Sikander would never do. Rather, he did what he came to do.

"Sitara, I want to talk to you." He focused his full attention on the woman standing beside him in blue. She turned towards him, her big doe eyes frowning at him.

"You can talk to her in front of us too. Isn't it?" His father suggested and Salar didn't like it a bit.

"I want to talk to you in private," he emphasized his point.

"But, I don't want to talk to you." She turned her face away from him. Salar Sikander could do nothing except be a little worried. What was his fault now that she has turned her face away from him was something he didn't know.

"What do you mean you don't want to talk to me?" He asked for clearance, an open chance for knowing what her problem with him was.

"You blocked your wife, aren't you ashamed? I don't want to talk to you!" She glared at him, her index finger pointed at him.

Well, right. Salar shared a pleading look with his brother-in-law. Junaid gave him a reassuring nod while he noticed his father breaking into laughter.

What has happened to these people in the couple of hours he left them for themselves, between his packing for Canada and going to the airport, was something that amused him. Moreover, his mother looked happy too which added more to the mystery. Was she truly happy that he got back to his wife? Has he really misunderstood her care all these years?