Please try and read my Friend's book ~~The coffeehouse by Arafah Abdulmaheed~~
I started reading yesterday and I think you all will like it too! Dedicated to @arafah_a
The breeze came in a cool and slow way, making him shiver as chills ran up his skin. Mubarak had recently gotten a haircut which he was beginning to regret because of the coolness of the weather.
His dark chocolate brown eyes were steadily starring at the area near the entrance of his beautiful home. Almost as if Fatimah was standing there.
Just like she was when he decided he had enough and was going to confront her about her habits on sneaking out.
If he recalled correctly then it was around four weeks before they decided it was time to get separate rooms. The day Fatimah gave birth to a child he once thought was his son.
There was constant fighting about him catching her leave the house at mid night at least twice in a mouth. But when she snuck out on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. Mubarak had finally had enough.
Honestly speaking, how could he not? How could he when fights had been going on in the privacy of her bedroom when he would come to speak with her after coming back from work about the said. How could he not when he had red handedly caught her in the act?
Waking up on most Wednesday and a few Thursday morning's not to find the mother of his kids next to him was something he was used to. But that Friday night as Mubarak shifted in his bed he opened his eyes only to be hit with the realization that she had left.
He just accepted the fact that sleep was not going to come that night and wont't waste time shifting and turning the whole night so instead he made his way over to their balcony, just as he looked down he saw a figure by the fountain in the front porch and surely it was Fatimah who seemed to be rummaging through her bag for her car keys.
Just as she pulled it out her posture grows stiff and almost as if she knew she was being watched, Fatimah turned around and made direct eye contact with Mubarak who was standing up there with his jaw locked and his arms folded tightly.
Even from how dark it was or by how far away he was standing, surely she could not miss how dark his chocolate brown eyes had gotten to an extent that that seemed almost black. Right then and there she knew it would be best to go back in the house immediately, but she also knew that she couldn't.
Fatimah had to meet up with him that night. She had to tell him as fast as possible and she just hopes that Mubarak would understand when she gets back later. And with that Fatimah left while speeding down the roads of Abuja in her black Benz.
Mubarak didn't understand.
In fact the moment he noticed her park her car when she got back a few hours later. He stormed downstairs, the first thing he noticed was Ammah sitting down in the living room criss cross and reading a book she seemed to be always reading. Anger had caused him to ignore her as his gaze burned on His wife that had frozen up mid step due to the glare Mubarak was directing at her thought the glass window of the living room.
Mubarak had remembered how they had started fighting immediately right then and there as Ammah tried with all her might to calm him down but he was having none of it. Surely he wanted it damn clear that she was in no means to leave his house by midnight for ad long as they were married!
