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"What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes raking over my drenched body and widening. Instantly, he opens the door further, allowing me to slip inside and grab a towel from somewhere, handing it to me.
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My Ma’s never raised her hand at me.
Insert cricket noises.
Fine, obviously that’s a big fat lie. She has yelled at me, hit me, even cried for me a couple times before when I’d gotten on the wrong path and ignored my studies for some time before. But that was when I was a teenager and a rebel and didn’t have a brain of my own. My dad may have questioned my decisions at some point once I became an adult but my mother? She’s never pushed me, forced me or questioned me. She’s always trusted me and supported me no matter what.
So, it breaks my heart a little when I look down at her and the usual shine in her brown eyes filled with pride is replaced with tears of sorrow and disappointment.
When we’d walked on the porch earlier, I’d deliberately held Anaya’s hand, hoping my Ma would notice but somehow she hadn’t. I pulled a trick and kissed Anaya’s knuckles and BAM! In less than a minute of grazing my lips against one body part of hers, I’ve been slapped. Granted, I’d kind of forgotten my parents knew about Anaya being married and nothing about how actually that life was treating her.
I thought my Ma would be happy to finally see me bring someone home but it had completely slipped my mind that she’s a loyal, righteous woman and would never stand for cheating. Even though I wasn’t.
I look at Anaya and her widened eyes meet mine, just as she watches the realisation that my mother doesn’t know about her divorce wash across my face. Somehow, I’m taken back to the memory of how Neil had groaned and wailed in pain as my to-be wife had hit him, giving everything he deserved.
A smirk lifts my lips just as my Ma dangerously says, “Do you think this is a joke?”
That snaps me back to action. My smirk fades. I tear my gaze away from Anaya with great difficulty — what can I do? She’s so fucking pretty — and turn to my mother and right into her fierce eyes. “Ma, no. It’s not a joke, of course.”
She scoffs like she doesn’t believe me. “I saw you kiss her hand! She’s a married woman, what the hell were you thinking? Is that what we’ve taught you?” Without giving me a chance to respond, she hurls towards Anaya and raises her finger in her direction. “What are you doing, Anaya? Cheating on your husband? Does this suit you at all? Does Janki know?”
