Broken trust

CHAPTER THREE

It pains when you stop trusting someone, you are constantly scared of them. People you suppose to love, to share, which you are longing to be with, when they suddenly become strangers.

My home is just like a grave yard. That wasn't my plan, I had the intention of making a home not a house, I wanted my kids to have some place they call home. A place where there is love. Home is the essence of love.

Things are getting better between Hameed and I, just like when we were newlyweds. Now we talk, Hameed stays home a lot and I liked that but what kept disturbing me was the secret he hid. Hameed has not said a word on the paper and I was scared to ask him for once I enjoyed this period and I didn't want it to end. I wished I hadn't seen the paper. But it was too real to be ignored. It was my father, my beloved father.

I asked him if I could go home for our sisters' day and he agreed. Hameed never disagrees with something I wanted to do. He was a loving, caring and understanding husband. He offered to drop me home so I rushed everything because he was already late.

'I will pick you when you are done'. He offered.

'No need, I can get home alone'.

'Alright then see yah....' He said and drove off. I smiled and entered my home.

Our sisters' day ended early, I said little and heard little my mind was with Hameed, and how I can get my answers without someone getting hurt. I was eager to leave not because I have something in mind but because I wanted to think and plan.

I said all my goodbyes and left. Feedy's good news was that she was pregnant. I was happy for her because she and I were the only ones who didn't have a child; I don't worry myself because Hameed never talks about it. And for once I thought he didn't like kids but I was wrong he just don't talk about it so I shouldn't worry. What a marriage I thought to myself as I left my family for my own home where mystery resides.

At home, it was quiet nobody was there I knew Hameed won't be around; he left for work and now is not his closing time. I went straight to his room and I locked the room. Where should I start? I thought and I decided to start with the drawer where I saw the mysterious paper.

I removed Hameed's clothes one after the other; I was the one who arranged them so rearranging them won't be a problem. The drawer was now empty but I couldn't find any clue, anything that looked suspicious, but this time the paper was not there. My heart stopped and a thought struck my mind. He knew, Hameed knew I saw the paper that's why he took it. A tear rolled down my face, that's it I'm so dead Hameed is going to kill me. I leaned against the drawer and placed my head against the surface where I removed the clothes. I kept on crying until my head hurts and I made up my mind to ask him after all he knows, if he is going to kill me then let's get it over with.

With the intention of getting up, my hair got stuck against the edge of the drawer. 'Ouch what is this for God's sake? I tried to remove my hair from whatever it was that held it. Finally I successfully removed it and I looked back at it. I was amazed and surprised. What I saw was what almost stopped my heart. It was painted exactly as the drawer was. I looked at it carefully and I used my hands to feel the area. It was shaped square and it looked like a small lock, I tried to open it but couldn't and then suddenly it opened. It was just like a device but some digits were on it and a small screen, on the screen was written 'enter password'. I have no idea what the password was then I tried his birthday date, and it showed 'incorrect password.' I tried our anniversary but still it was the same response. I tried the fifth time and it showed that I have exceeded the numbers of trials.

I had to leave it for another day. I closed it carefully and returned the clothes where they were. I was now scared I don't know what I will see there or what it was for. We've been married for 7 years but I had never found anything suspicious with Hameed. I was very scared and I wanted to stop, I don't want any part in it, I want to quit and just be the sweet wife I had been for those years. But it is not as easy as I want it to be, I have seen it and now I have to dig deep to expose his secret if not for anybody then for my father, at least he owes me that.