The Secret Behind Her Hijab | ✔

14. A Date & A Gift

Shadab

Why did it have to be five days? Why couldn't it have been go-in-the-morning-meet-your-parents-and-return-in-the-evening kind of thing? Was I missing my wife? No schit Sherlock!

Like I had that first day, I had been to her place at least once every single day. That first day when I went, I didn't have any idea why I was doing whatever it was that I was doing. Today, I still have no idea why I went to her place like that without any invitation. Not that I need an invitation. I mean, come on, I'm the son-in-law, I can come and go as I please and no one can stop me. Plus, the hospitality I get is just amaze-balls. I'm treated like some friggin celebrity over there, which I am in a way. I'm not famous, but I sure am rich and also I have the looks--so I'm a celebrity, partly. Don't you agree? I know you do.

I check my reflection in the mirror. I have taken the day off today yet I have risen early, all 'cause of my dutiful wife. Even though she was not here, sleeping beside me everynight, she called every morning to wake me up for Fajr. And, although grumbling, I woke up to pray Fajr. I even knew how to perform wudhu by now. Which was news even to me.

I ran a hand through my hair to give it a sexy tousled look and left the room to have breakfast. My stomach didn't look happy about the breakfast it was going to be having. It had had the opportunity of tasting delicacies made by Suhad every single day-- sometimes for breakfast and sometimes for lunch-- and had quickly gotten used to it. So to eat something made by my own mother was making me cringe. However she had gone to visit her distant relative for which I was so grateful. At least I won't have to act like I was loving her food, which paled in comparison to what Suhad made.

I settled for a granola bar but my tummy growled in anger at that. I had to make do with something and so I stuffed myself with it.

I was lounging on my couch watching tv when the door opened and I glanced at it. The person I didn't want to see was standing in the door way with what looked like luggage in her hands.

What the fudge!

"What are you doing here?" I nearly yelled.

"Oh. I'm here to stay for a few days." She said like this was normal for her.

"And why would I allow you to stay here?"

"Because mom has asked me to." She said nonchalantly.

My temper was growing and I  muttered a cursed. This was a nice, no scratch that, the best way to ruin my morning. I didn't understand one bit why mom would tell her to stay here out of all the people.

"Why would mom do that when she knows exceptionally well that I told you to not show your filthy face here?" I was seething with rage now. Just looking at her vile face got me all worked up nowadays.

"Tsk, tsk. That's no way to talk to a lady brother."

I snorted at the word lady. As if.

"You? A lady?" I chortled. "You are more like a banshee!" I was going to say a witch but banshee suited her more.

"That's enough!" She shouted which only added to the effect. I howled with laughter.

"Oh god! Stop it!" I managed to choke out in between my laughs.

"I SAID ENOUGH! HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT ME! I'M HERE BECAUSE MOM TOLD ME TO HELP YOU FOR YOUR WALIMA AND YOU HAVE SUCH A THICK HEAD THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE THAT I WAS TRYING TO MAKE AMENDS OVER HERE! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU? HAS THAT NOBODY WOMAN CHANGED YOU SO QUICKLY? HUH?"

She was shouting so much that I had to cover my ears and even then I could hear her every word clearly. She was breathing heavily now and she looked like a real witch. I stared at her now, fixated to my spot on the couch and she was still standing in the doorway.