The Secret Behind Her Hijab | ✔

16. Candlelights

Shadab

I was in my office with my head in hands, trying to get some work done which was starting to become an impossible feat. Things still weren't going as they should at home and by home I meant with my wife.

After the date night fiasco I didn't feel like being near her. I had planned every little detail for her and put all my heart and soul in it. But there she was not even making an attempt to like it. She didn't like the gift I gave her, fine, but she could have at least pretended to like it so that my feelings wouldn't have gotten hurt. But no. She had to go and dislike it right in my face.

I didn't see anything wrong with that dress anyways, Stella wore such types of dresses all the time. Why couldn't she wear it as well? What is gonna happen if she abandons that hijab? I don't think it's going to make much of a difference if she abandons it. At least I would get a higher reputation if everybody saw how beautiful my wife was. For once I would get to show off a relation that was legal.

I had a mad urge to shower her with all the western dresses that existed and force her to wear them. At least that way she will get used to that style and forget about hijab completely.

The intercom buzzed breaking me out of my stupor. "Sir, your wife is here." Came the voice of our receptionist on the intercom.

Why was she here now? Couldn't she leave me alone for a while? I didn't stay at home much so that I didn't have to look at her and now she was here in the office. Ugh!

If I send her away now it will arouse unwanted questions. "Send her in." I told her and I ameliorated my appearance so that she didn't think I was a complete mess.

There was a knock on the door and in walked my wife. I just stared at her, daring her with my eyes to start talking. She greeted me with salaam and I gave an infinitesimal nod to it.

"I don't know how to say this..." She started looking sheepish.

If she didn't even know what she was going to say, why was she here and wasting my time?

"Is it important? Because I'm busy." I said pretending to focus on the laptop screen in front of me.

God, I just wanted her out of here.

"I'm sorry, I've never done this before."

Done what before? Was she going to apologize?

I did a dance of victory in my head.

"Can you lend me a little cash? I wanted to go shopping." She said and the dancer in my head skid and fell with a loud thud.

Typical woman!

"Sure." I told her handing her my card. "Is that all?"

"Yes. Jazakallah khair." She seemed genuinely happy about shopping. She didn't give even a tiny percent about her husband's feelings but for shopping she was excited. She was so self-centered. How could mom choose a girl like this for me?

"Okay then. I'll get back to work." I said in dismissal.

"By the way, what time will you be home?" She asked.

"Why?"

"No reason."

"The usual time." I sighed and then I was left to wallow in my own thoughts as soon as she left.

It was a good thing that mom wasn't home or she would definitely have scolded me for the way I was behaving with Suhad. I don't know why but she always took her side and I didn't like that one bit.

I stepped off the elevators and put the key in the lock, opening the door to my apartment. As soon as I opened the door a delicious aroma hit me and my mouth started salivating instantly.
May be there are guests coming for dinner.