Rebellious Spouse

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Amirah
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As we returned home, it was already past lunch. The house was quiet, which meant mother-in-law was likely taking her afternoon nap. Perfect. No interruptions.

I took Zayan to his room, and like usual, one of the house helps appeared. She was the one who usually helped him get ready if Samaira was not around, which, practically, was every time. Even if Samaira was just sitting in the next room, she wouldn't bother getting up to help her own son. She would just snap her fingers, and the maid would be there.

I never understood why you would have a child if you weren't willing to take care of them yourself. Samaira knew how to discipline, sure, but she was impatient and harsh. Zayan was a good kid, who didn't need to be yelled at for small things. But of course, in Samaira's world, everything was different. .

Sometimes, I felt like she was talking her frustration out on the little boy.

It wasn't my business how she raised her child, but it didn't stop me from stepping in where I could. Zayan deserved the affection, and I was more than happy to shower him with it whenever it was necessary.

I left him in the capable hands of the maid and went to change into something more comfortable before offering my afternoon prayers. After that, I usually spend time in a little drawing, a short nap, it was a dull routine. Some days, being here felt like being stuck in a gilded cage.

By the time evening rolled around, I was too bored to keep looking at my phone or watching TV. I needed to do something, anything, to break the monotony. So, I headed back to Zayan's room, figuring some time with him could help me pass the time.

"Hey, little one", I greeted him again, ruffling his hair as I peeked into the room. He was now playing with his toys on the floor, still in his world.

"Hi, Pwincess!", he grinned up at me, clearly happy to see me again.

"How about we do some studying? I willl help you out, and we can make it fun", I offered, hoping to inject a bit of excitement into the dull evening.

He looked at me with wide eyes, already excited. "Okay!", he chirped, running over to his little desk.

I sat down beside him, and we spread out his books. "Alright, letcs start with something easy. What's two plus two?",
"Four", he shouted, with way too much enthusiasm for a simple math problem. I couldn't help but laugh at his excitement.

As we worked through his math problems, I made sure to keep it light. Every time he got an answer right, I wouldd high-five him or pull a funny face, making him giggle uncontrollably.
"You are a little genius, aren't you?", I teased.

We shifted to reading after a while, and I added in silly voices for the characters, which Zayan loved. His laughter echoed through the room, and it filled me with warmth. There was something so satisfying about being able to make him so happy.

In the middle of our fun, I noticed someone standing by the door. I glanced up to find Samaira watching us, her eyes fixed on Zayan. For a second, I thought she might step in, maybe to take over or at least say something to him. But she just stood there, staring.

There was something in her eyes that I couldn't quite place. Jealousy? Annoyance? Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant. She said nothing and left as quietly as she had appeared. I didn't even bother acknowledging her beyond that one glance. What was the point? This was the usual between us.

"Pwincess, I am hungry", Zayan's little voice broke the silence after she left.

I glanced at the clock, it was still a little early for dinner, but since he had, had a long day, an early meal wasn't a bad idea.
"Alright, let's go get you something to eat", I said, scooping him up with a smile.