His Second Addiction

Chapter 47

Aaidah:

I was sitting in my room after freshening and reading Quran when someone rang the doorbell. Azir is sleeping in his room. Baba and maa still didn’t came, maybe they came so I finished reading the Quran first then went downstairs quickly to open the door.

I opened the door but got surprised to see Aaran's maa. “A-Assalamu Alaikum maa.” Maa smiled at me, “Walaikum Assalam.” I let her come inside and quickly go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Then I sat beside her, looking at her. She looks tired. Of course she would be tired. She probably came from the hospital.

“It's been five hours already since Aaran is in the hospital.” Maa said while looking at me. I looked down, fidgeting with my fingers. “I- that-” Shw held my hands, stopping me from speaking furthermore. “You don't have to explain anything to me, Aaidah.” I sighed in relief.

“Sometimes we need to make people feel what we felt because of them. It's the only way you can make them stop hurting you twice.” I looked up at her. My eyes are getting teary. How can a mother-in-law be this nice? I left her son alone when he got into an accident. I didn’t even went to see him at the hospital. Yet she is being so understanding.

Maa smiled at me, wiping my tears. I didn’t even knew I started to cry again. “It's okay. Let it all out. You were strong for such a long time. Now you can cry and be weak in front of me.” More tears started streaming down my face. “I d-did cry in f-front of Allah t-though-” She pulled me in a for a hug, caressing my back. “Still sometimes we can't forget our pain unless we let them out in front of someone.”

Ya Allah how can someone say such beautiful and soothing words? I don't even know if I'm crying because I'm happy or because for once I don't have to pretend to be strong in front of someone. I never thought that someone would be my mother-in-law.

I kept crying maybe for almost half an hour then I stopped. She grabbed the tissue box and gave me some tissues, now caressing my face lovingly. “H-how is Aaran?” I asked fearfully afraid to know the answer, afraid the answer would be something negative. “Alhamdulillah he is fine. He is still unconscious though but out of danger.” I breathed out in relief. Thank you Allah for not letting anything happen to him.

“I should go now.” I nodded my head as we both stood up. “Maa, why did you came here? I mean you should be at the hospital with him.” She was quiet for a while. “Everyone else is there for him including your parents too. But you are all alone here. That's why I came to see you.” A smile appeared on my face. Indeed I got the best mother-in-law in the world. “Thank you.” She placed a kiss on my forehead. “Daughters shouldn’t thank their mother. It's my duty to take care of my daughter.” I nodded my head while smiling at her.

After Aaran's maa left, my parents also came back home soon. Right now I'm in Azir's room playing with him when my maa came inside. She sat beside me, taking my hands in hers. “You should know this.” I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “Aaran did came to see you when you were at the hospital. He always left before you woke up.” My eyes widened in shock. He actually did that? He came to see me?

“He had strictly told the authority to only let a female doctor go for your checkup.” No wonder no male doctor came to visit me. I thought it was baba who did that as he had always been over protective of me. “He gets jealous easily huh?” Maa smiles teasingly.

I looked away from her. “Aaidah, everyone deserves a second chance. Give him one last chance, please? Hear him out that why he did all those things. He is willing to change so you can at least give him a chance to explain himself even if you are still not ready to go back to him.” I sighed, looking back at maa. “I will think about it.” She didn’t say anything else after that. She left me alone with Azir. Though now I'm not playing with Azir anymore. I'm lost in my thoughts. Should I actually hear him out? I always wanted to know why Aaran did betrayed me like that but I was too consumed with my pain and hatred for him that I didn’t even wanted to see his face.