A Match Made In Jannah

Chapter 51

Danyaal's POV

The sound of Husna's sobs were the only thing to be heard in the room. My father was silent and held tightly onto my mother's hand. He had seemed so stern and heartless just moments earlier, yet now I could see that he was on the verge of a breakdown. My mother, however, had already broken down and tears streamed silently down her cheeks. She had lost her only daughter and it was tearing her apart. None of us knew when we would see Maariah next or if we ever would.

"Husna, come, I'll drop you home," my father said with as much bravery as he could muster. He silenced me when I tried to offer, saying that he knew that I would go out in search of Maariah. With that he left and slammed the door behind him. I pulled out my cell phone as soon as he had left. I knew that I couldn't contact Maariah, but I was afraid for the life of the baby. I was almost certain that she had miscarried. My hands shook as I dialled a number.

061.......

My father would know that this wasn't Maariah's number. I would brush it off as being a friend's number. He trusted me to that extent, and in all honestly, it was a friend I was calling.

After three rings someone picked up the phone.

"Nabeel," I asked tentatively.

"Danyaal, I'm so glad you phoned. I've been thinking about the whole situation lately and I feel so bad. I'm so..."

"There's no time for apologies, Nabeel. My father knows and he kicked Maariah out of the house. I don't know where she is. Husna was crying and she isn't taking it very well. I'm so sorry. He asked me to speak on Oath," I interrupted.

"What?! Is Maariah okay?" he yelled.

"I don't know about Maariah. Your fiancé though, Husna, is in a really bad state. I'm banned from searching for Maariah but I need you to comfort Husna. She may be upset with you but she'll come around. It wasn't your fault."

"Is Maariah okay?" Nabeel repeated.

"I don't know Nabeel! Just go look after Husna!" I squealed, frustrated.

"No. I'm not going to go to Husna until Maariah is okay. This is all her fault, probably. I bet she suggested this. I bet she wanted Maariah out of the house. If anything happens to my child, Danyaal, I don't care if Husna is my soon-to-be wife, I will never forgive her!" he screamed, and then disconnected the call.

I looked at the phone as the line went dead. I couldn't go to Husna or I'd make the situation obvious. Thoughts began to run through my mind. I wondered if Husna had told her parents and how they would react. Abba had to sort out this mess. Maariah and the baby may be out of their lives, and ours, but it wasn't fair on Husna if she had to live with something like this for the rest of her life. She would have children with Nabeel knowing that her mother thought that they were her only grandchildren. She would have the guilt gnawing at her conscience and so would Nabeel. Unless the confronted their worst nightmare, this would never be a happy marriage.

I tiptoed quietly down the stairs to where Abba sat with a solemn expression on his face. I scooted next to him and was about to voice my fears when Nabeel's voice echoed in my head.

"I don't care about Husna... If anything happens to the baby, I will never forgive her."

"If anything happens to the baby"

"I don't care about Husna"

"I will never forgive her"