Zainab's Little Secret

Chapter 4.(Ya Allah😢😢)

Zainab's POV
I checked the time and headed towards the living room to open the door before I heard someone kick the door,I was taken aback and I hoped whoever was there wasn't an armed robber,I could literally hear my heart beat and was sweating profusely and so I gathered some courage before opening the door and right there I saw my Muhammad,he was heavily drunk and was stinking, I felt like I was inside in a brewery...The stench oozing from my husband's mouth was enough to suffocate a month old baby,I didn't know when I screamed "Ya Allah,subhanallah!!!!",he only looked at me and hissed ,leaving me dumbfounded..

I then walked past him and blocked his way,I asked " where are you coming from by this time Muhammad?,who got you drunk??what happened to you?,don't you know your prayers won't be answered for 40days?,I can't believe you are so shameless and didn't care about me and the kids by drinking and driving,what if you had an accident? Don't you think about the hereafter? Don't you want to be in jannah ,don't you know how terrible this sin is??..

I thought my words were sinking through the right channel while he kept quiet but little did I know he was already sleep walking..Ya Allah where have I gone wrong??,why does he keep making me sad?,I cried bitterly but instead he walked past me and was about to climb the bed when he puked all of a sudden,he looked at himself and was cursing under his breath,he murmured some words that I couldn't understand and instead of him to wash up,he went straight to bed and stained everywhere with his vomit.

The whole house was smelly and I had to spray some air freshener,I thought about what to do but nothing came to my mind..I knelt down and wept bitterly but after 30mins I decided to clean up his vomit,I packed up his vomit with a torn cloth and threw the cloth in the bin outside the compound.. I then disinfected the floor and mopped everywhere,then I took off his cloth and soaked it in a bucket of a soap, cleaned his body and the bed, I went to the guest room, made wudhu and prayed 5 rakaats of nawafil,I told my Lord my pain and cried for his comfort and slowly I drifted off to sleep and had a dream....

Mohammed's POV
I got to the restaurant ,ordered pancakes and a cup of tea,went outside to buy newspaper and by the time I got back I saw my breakfast,I went to the table and right there I had a great breakfast and started reading the newspaper, I got to a point where I read the story of a couple that is very similar to mine and I saw my mistake as a husband but...

I thought to myself "I don't think it's my fault that I'm not romantic,caring or the type that compliments or say sweet words,it irritates me every time I think about it with Zainab though she's beautiful and deeply I love her but seeing other couples doing it*yuck*I see it as pretence and I don't think it's necessary to show too much love because at least she has someone to argue with,I didn't have anyone to care,love or say those sweet words to me when I was young, I grew up learning how to hate people,I had no motherly affection and my father didn't care about us,he cared about his step sons more and left us to suffer with that wicked witch..Ya Allah I know I'm wrong but it's just not me,I can't do it, it's like pretending to be someone I'm not" I didn't even realise that a drop of tear had escaped my eye until I heard the waiter call my name..

I left the restaurant and went home only to find out Zainab wasn't home,I bought her a bouquet of flowers hoping it would appease her heart because I know I hate saying that word "sorry" but I was so mad at her for leaving the house and thought that could she have gone to another man's house because she didn't call to tell me she was going to go out,so instead I went to my friend's house and then to the club where I saw a pretty girl ,asked her out and we exchanged numbers, we danced,partied and I was dared to drink a carton of beer of which I did but when I realised I was drunk..

I picked up my car keys and decided to head home but on getting home I noticed the door was locked,I kicked hard so Zainab could wake up and open the door which she did,but she kept asking questions and giving lectures on why I shouldn't drink but I was feeling sleepy and dizzy ,so I walked past her and walked towards the bed ,I didn't know when the nauseousness took over and I couldn't hold it so I had to puke there and was angry with Zainab for delaying me,I cursed her under my breath and staggered towards the bed and then I slept off right there......

Asalamualaikum waramatullah wabarakatuh dear readers,what kind of dream do you think Zainab will have??I hope you enjoyed it..pls share,vote and comment.. Jazakhillah khairan as you read.

Yours lovingly,
Dizza99😘💖💖
Au revoir✌