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Soniya stared out of the window, her hand on her protruded stomach. She had a deep frown on her face, her eyes staring in to nothingness. They stung, burned for she had spend her nights crying. Now, she had no more tears left.
She was dperessed, angry, helpless and so melancholic. She did not knew what to do. The nights that were spent in love had turned dark, her life had become as if there was a dark cloud over her head that wouldn't let sunlight reach her.
She was tired but she couldn't rest. She was happy but she couldn't smile. She was angry but she could not scream. She was helpless because she cared for others.
The door of the room clicked making her go stiff. She felt tears once again burning the corners of her eyes but she closed her eyes and willed them to stop. She didn't want to appear weak. Nobody deserved to be dragged in to her depressed world.
Planting a smile, a rather tiring and forced smile on her face, she turned her head and looked at Salah as he took of his suit jacket and threw it on bed. So messy. Soniya stood up and settled her scarf over her head.
"Hi. How was your day?" She asked as it had become a routine for her; to plant a fake smile on her face, to smile at him, to kiss him like it wasn't killing her inside, to love him like it wasn't hurting so much. She had gotten used to it in past one month.
Salah looked up from unbuttoning his shirt and nodded. He looked tired and she was aware that he had three meetings today and it was ten past eleven in the night as he returned. Soniya understood if he was in a brooding mood. Or even angry.
Soniya gathered his clothes from the bed quietly and took them to laundary. She would give them to maid in the morning. She returned back but Salah grabbed her hand.
He looked at her seriously, like he was not in the mood for any jokes or lie. He tugged her closer, her hand against his chest as he exhaled through his nose.
"What is it Soniya?" He asked. Soniya swallowed and opened her mouth to answer him when he cut her off, "No lies. I know you're worried about something. Is it the baby?" He placed his hand on her eight months pregnant stomach and caressed. She gulped down the lump in her throat and gave him a smile.
