Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)

Chapter 28 - Fight for him

Chapter 28

ELZA

Children are the flowers sown by Allah in the heaven. When they die, dire darkness spreads all around.

The warm tears stream down my eyes as the harsh fact of my twins gone starts to seep in my baseless existence. They were the gift for Airab. How did they disappear just like that?

A low scowl resonates around. The hollow absence in my womb is scaring me to the edge. My current pain which is bursting my every body cell means nothing. I want to feel my babies. That contented feeling can never be replaced. It is not comparison-able? My grammar is ruined.

Biyah tightens her hold on my hand to lean down and places a warm kiss on my forehead. "Ezu, it will be all right."

"It won't." I refuse to get lull in their child like hopes. My babies would not be coming back. The consoling words cannot lighten the spasm storm in my life.

"Elza, don't leave hope." Mama caresses my head, pleading me with her, as well, swollen eyes.

I have gained a sane consciousness after almost forty-eight hours. Last night, I opened my eyes for merely fifteen minutes to again slip into a deep slumber after a thorough checkup and heavy injection.

Next, Biyah and Mama move away to let my parents meet me. "Your brother has come. He was here last night." Mama informs, bringing a crease on my forehead. "He will come to meet to you later." Her hand forwards to smoothen the hair at my temples.

I have never been on smooth terms with my brother due to the injustice of mama among siblings. The happiness of my brother's heart, finally, beating for me at my loss of most treasured blessing of Allah, is faded under my own grief.

"Where is my husband?" I demand, feeling dejected upon not seeing my man. Last night, he was here, holding me, and today I cannot even smell his unique fragrance.

My brother invades in with his wife hampering Biyah's stuttered reply to my question. With a bright smile, he hugs me, talking in a sweet tone. But his talks are somehow against my husband.

Once tea with biscuits is offered to them, I manage to ask mama, again, about my husband's absence.

"Mama, where is he?"

"Um, with Zee." She states and I think that's the truth.

"From morning to noon?" First, I do not have my babies, second he is also not around me. How more hollow does he want me to feel?

A lone tear drips from my eyes with a longing to get his shoulder to cry on.

"Shaina has also come. So, he has taken them to a nearby restaurant. She vomited twice smelling the food here." Mom informs me of a valid reason and I wipe my moist eyes. Better if she eats something healthy because now I know what it feels to have a baby - twin sons - and then lose them.

Catching my act, my bother stops sipping his tea and throws venoms. "Better he is not here."

I have no energy to even sit. The liquid medicine was given to me by keeping a hand under my head, prohibiting it to go in my wind pipe. And I am being triggered for a fight. Isn't it great?

Then, what happens later, I so wish it to be my illusion; my family shots sixes against my in-laws and husband specifically, gaining full advantage of my sick self.

"Forgive us, it was our fault you had to bear this." My mother laments with her yet another try to break my home. She wants me to complain about my in-laws like Tabeedah Aapi. That would never happen.