Heart buried treasures

Chapter Six:confrontation and Reality

"Sometimes we don't say what we feel, not because we don't want to but because we don't know how."

It's been a week since the incident and Hanan still hasn't caught a glimpse of her husband. All of her efforts to, was abortive, either he calls in saying he couldn't make it or he left really early the next morning skipping breakfast. She couldn't help but wonder whether she'd married a ghost.

Hanan spent time in the garden, turned out mariam loved gardening also. She was the one that brought about gardening in her home. Hanan actually loved it, inhaling the sweet scent of Lilies, the flowers, how it blossoms beautifully. The mixture of earth and nature. The part she loved most is watering the plants, nurturing till they've grown.

Occasionally, mariam had suggested they go for sightseeing or shopping but Hanan had declined the offers. She very much preferred the comfort of her warm bed and also helping with meal preparation and most importantly, her garden. It was the usual boring routine.

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One clear Sunday morning, Hanan woke up with a severe headache. She reluctantly got up from bed. Hanan looked round the room and sighed. Having gotten used to sleeping alone, she freshened up and went downstairs. The maids greeted her and went about what they were doing, she nodded in acknowledgement.

Hanan spotted Sofia and enquired about mariam and she was told she was in the garden. Hanan reached out for the painkillers and gulped it down. "Breakfast is almost ready ma'am," Sofia announced and she could only nod. As if on cue, mariam trudged into the kitchen.

"Morning, darling. How was your night?" Mariam asked, removing her dirty gloves and moved towards the sink to wash her hands.

"Morning granny. It was fine." Or so she thought. And she nodded. Hanan noted a big smile on her face. "What's with the bright smile this morning?"

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"Your hubby is home." Hanan's eyes widened. Her legs wobbled, after all these years! She rolled her eyes internally. The last time she saw him was on their wedding day.

"Oh!"

"Yeah," Mariam drawled, "And he needs his coffee."

"The maids can take care of that." Hanan dismissed, the headache getting to her with full force.

"You don't get it, do you?" Mariam questioned and Hanan shook her head, 'no'.

"You are his WIFE,and you need to put his needs as your priority." Mariam stated as a matter of fact.

"Right." Hanan said and motioned to prepare his coffee.

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Hanan stood by the door and mustered up some courage. Mariam had told her he was in his study. She took in a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. It has been a week since she'd seen him and doesn't know how to react.

Muttering a Bismillah, she knocked on his door and when she heard a faint response, Hanan let herself in. It was a spacious room, a desk at a side. There was nothing much to the place. It was painted Grey and black. She saw him sit on a chair, paperwork sprawled on a desk before him, while he's busy typing away on his laptop. He didn't even acknowledge her presence. She inched closer and dropped the tray on his table. "Here you go,"

His face shot up and he made eye contact with his WIFE. Faaiz hadn't expected her to be here, he half- expected it to be his grandmother. No wonder. His grandmother would never wait for a response before barging into his room. She looked sick, Faaiz observed. But he merely shrugged and then went back to what he was doing, clearly ignoring her presence.