Trust You [TRUE STORY]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: getting on with my life.

MONDAY CAME By quicker than I thought. I woke up to an empty room where Yassef had gone to work this morning. I felt in a good mood today because I had some kind of ideas flowing through my mind. Even though Yassef doesn't appreciate me the way he should, I think I found a way for him to notice me as someone more than a lazy slob. Maybe he can see me as a house wife?

It was around the corner to noon, just when I opened the windows and let some fresh air flow through he house. I began to play some Quran around, a cultural habit of my family's'.

I made my way to the kitchen, fixing myself some waffles. The weekend that past by, Yassef would cook waffles and sometimes I'd observe on how he did them. He didn't get the ones that were already cooked for you. He made them from scratch and I tried so hard to keep up. It's even been to the extent where I ended up having pencil and a paper.

After I finished my plate, I washed it and gently placed it in the dismal washer.  And soon after, I started my surprise for Yassef.

Let's just say, Yassef is doing enough already. He probably hates me because I don't do anything at home. I don't clean, nor do I tidy up. All I do is sit in front of my all day charged computer and never show up again to help with anything. That's just how my life was.  I spent hours on my electronic devices that I totally forget about everything around me. Once, I was so into my show that I completely forgot that Yassef had entered the house and on to the bed. 

One thing I know Yassef needs help with, is his side of the room. He never has enough time to clean up, never having enough time to sort out his clothes. Today, after knowing I had all the time in my hands before Yassef came home, I knew it'd be a good idea to give him a hand with things he doesn't have time for.

And then he'll definetly see me as someone more than a couch potato. And to be honest he's right about me. I do need to make myself appear more useful. It's just, all my life I was used to things being given to me.  That now, being married. . . I have no clue on how to act.

I really thought it'd be more exciting.

I got to his side of the room and began to throw down all the unsorted things.  Words couldn't describe how excited I was To start cleaning his bedroom.  I felt obligated to do something about since I have all this time on my hands I went through his button up shirts and his regular shirts. I sorted out his jeans from his sweat pants I separated his pajamas and his work clothes. I felt proud of myself to be honest.  I vacuumed his walk in closet and began to do his bed. And when I finished all of that, I started to fold his clothes. All the hanged clothes remained hanged but with a paper clip hanging on all of them so it’s easier for him to pick out.

Suddenly, the vacuum cleaner hit the back of the wall which caused it to tremble just a little bit. At the top of the rank, there was a bucket of paint. And just when I saw it becoming closer and is about to spill, I tried my hardest to get the vacuum and the bags under it paint free.

But what I totally forgot was his stupid clothes. The beige colored paint fell on all the clothes I folded on the floor and completely forgot to place at the top.