Bowled Over By The Broken

Chapter 13: Define Your Worth

4th December, 2016

This chapter, I'm sure, is the answer to someone's prayer! Lol though this makes me laugh, I'm not even kidding. So... story time: Although tomorrow is a Sunday, I wanted to go to sleep early since it's winter in this part of the world and the weather calls for it! I put on my sweater and snuggled into my bed and fell asleep quite fast. However, an hour later, EXACTLY an hour later, my mum walked into my room and saw me sleeping in a super awkward position with my legs crossed. She straightened my legs and I was still in my state of half slumber. Everything was still good.

But then she saw me sleep at the edge of such a big bed and carefully tried lifting my head and shifted my pillow inside because you know... my mommy is way too adorable and she looks into the littlest of things.

BUT GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT? I WAS WIDE AWAKE! And even after one hour of tossing and turning, I COULDN'T GO BACK TO SLEEP!

So I thought to myself, why not update...  It's 4:30 a.m. as I update this and it isn't a very long chap. You've been warned!

(Oh and I love you mom. ♡ And dear readers I love you too. Just let me know in the comments who desperately prayed for an update lol. Your dua was answered :p )

"Verily, His Command, when He intends a thing, is only that He says to it, "Be!" – and it is!"

[Qur'an]

Chapter 13:

Define Your Worth

"Hey," Raiyyan whispered, wrapping his hands around Tammara's waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

She jumped up at the gesture, composing herself when she realized it was her husband.

"You startled me, Ray," she said.

"Sorry, darling. What were you doing anyway?" He questioned looking at the open closet. However, he sighed when he received his answer.

He turned Tam to him and said, "Tammy, please."

"I didn't do anything," she whispered, not looking at her husband as she broke free from his grasp and closed the closet.

From the time Tam had suffered a miscarriage, she had grown distant from him. While they'd still speak about all the topics that existed in the world, she refused to tell him anything about her thoughts on the baby they had lost. She'd stand in front of her closet and stare at the tiny clothes and toys the two had purchased initially but everytime Raiyyan pried on the topic, she'd close him out.

He knew she was hurting and it hurt him all the more to know that she wouldn't let him comfort her.

Like the past months, as she proceeded to excuse herself to prepare dinner, this time, Raiyyan refused to let it slide.

He grabbed her hand and halted her steps.

"Tammy, this is not fair. You can't not speak to me."

"What are you saying?" She pretended. "I am speaking to you."

"You know what I mean."

"Raiyyan, if you mean to talk about that, then remember it was The Will of Allah and I've submitted to it. In sha Allah, He'll give us a child when He thinks the time is right."

At such courage, although he could see her falling apart with every word she said, Raiyyan pulled her closer to him, running his hands through her hair as he kissed her.