Rebellious Spouse

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Samaira
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The past few days had been cold and unbearably quiet in the house. Amirah and Mom barely exchanged words, or with me, not that I cared to initiate a conversation either, nor did she.

She only spoke when necessary, and we did the same. There was this heavy, unspoken tension in the air, but I found a strange satisfaction in watching her so called image crumbling in front of our parents.

At least everything else seemed normal. Thankfully, Amirah hadn't pulled off any stunts in these few days to add to the drama, or I swear Dad would have lost his mind.

It was an usual afternoon, I was scrolling through my phone lazily while sitting on the couch, while Mom munched on fruits and watched some dramatic TV shows. As always, Amirah was cooped up in her room, avoiding us like the plague.

Just as I was starting to relax, Dad stormed into the living room, his face thunderous, and slammed his Ipad on the coffee table with enough force to make both of us jump.

"What the hell is this?", he roared, his voice echoing throughout the house. I stiffened in my seat, my heart racing. He was rarely this angry, and when he was, it always spelled disaster.

"W-What happened?", Mom stammered, abandoning her plate of fruit as she stood up nervously. Her hands fidgeted as she glanced between Dad and the offending Ipad.

I reached for the device, and when my eyes landed on the screen in question, I felt a mixture of shock and delight.
Shock, because the channel showcased Amirah in a stunning video, seemed like a part of some travel show.
Delight, because this was gold. Oh, you are in trouble now, I thought as my lips twitched, hiding an internal smirk.

Dad pointed a trembling finger at the page, his face red with anger. "How could she do something like this?! She didn't even bother to think about our family's reputation before pulling this reckless stunt", his voice was sharp, making Mom wince.
"Does she think this house, this family is a joke?", he exclaimed.

"Dad, calm down", I said, pretending to be the voice of reason, though I was soaking up every second of this drama.
"What exactly did she do?", Mom asked.

"What did she do?", he spat, waving a hand at the device like it burned him.
"She is out there making videos, modelling for a travel show or whatever nonsense this is...without our knowledge! Without permission! She is shamelessly plastering her face all over the media", he turned to Mom, his eyes blazing.

"Do you have any idea how this will affect us? The media will tear us apart. The rivals will have a field day dragging our name through the mud", he added furiously.

Mom stepped closer, raising her hands in an attempt to pacify him. "Honey, calm down. Too much stress isn't good for you. Let's talk this through",

But Dad wasn't having it. He turned away from her and barked,
"Sumaiya",
Our housekeeper, scurried into the living room, her face pale. She was trembling slightly, clearly unnerved by Dad's temper. It wasn't often he lost his cool like this.

"Yes, sir?", she whispered, barely looking up.

"Call Amirah down here right now", Dad demanded, his voice thundering again.
"I want to hear from her why she thought this was acceptable!",

Mom quickly tried to intervene knowing it will be a mess with Dad so angry.
"Maybe there is an explanation-",

"I don't need an explanation", Dad snapped, cutting her off.
"What explanation could justify this behavior? What kind of daughter-in-law runs around like this, filming travel shows, and doesn't even think to inform her family?",