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

Chapter 29 - Graveyard

Chapter 29

AIRAB

Hugging Elza for the last time, I pad out out of her room and turn to the forth one on left side. Baba must be up to accompany me to the graveyard.

Turning the knob, I open it with ease. As expected, Baba is sitting on Sofa, wearing his favorite white cap, reading the Tasbeeh. Seeing me, he passes a genuine nod, telling me problems will solve out, soon.

I hope so.

I take in a deep sigh and move forward to the Biyah who is peacefully sleeping on bed. Mama is sent home for some rest but Biyah was asked to stay back to look after Elza when we are gone.

"Huh." She sits up in her creased black trousers and wool knee length shirt, rubbing her face to kick away the signs of tiredness.

"I am going to graveyard with Baba. You go to her room." I request her and she nods, getting up from the left side of bed.

"I never thought we would be doing this." Biyah states her disbelieve while folding the blanket.

Taking the advices of doctors in serious consideration, me with Baba went to an Aalim who gave us address of another place for the help we need.

Upon reaching the told place, we were met with the three men; early forties', mid forties' and early seventies', seated at a bit higher and sophisticated accession.

Receiving no cue, me and Baba nodded at each other, deciding to step inside but the older one showed us the palm, banning our ingress in the dark room where the wall lamps at the back are only source of light.

The walls were made of dark stone, giving an intimidating aura. The setup is good. I mentally observed and then slapped myself to focus on real issue.

"Read the Aayat ul Kursi one hundred and one times before entering." The man dressed in dark brown Salwar Qameez and a white head-cloth, instructed both of us.

Being a Muslim, we for sure knew it by heart but it took us some time to read for the one hundred and one times to endow consent for stepping inside.

Once me and Baba were seated on a mat, the youngest one, with a black cap and white traditional attire, came forward and checked our eyes one by one alike doctor. The weird nervousness was in the air but the helplessness glued us there. We wanted to verify the qualms of doctors who operated Elza.

"Ehm." Baba cleared his throat to solve our queries. But the middle man, dressed in black dress and head cap, did a light notion of hand, asking of no disturbance. We looked at each other and opted to wait as he did his show off with closed eyes.

"So, Mr. Majid Haroon and Airab Haroon, what do you want to know?" The by and large black-dressed man asked with an attempt to impress us with the names.

Man, it's so easy to know the names of the eminent personalities of the country.

"You must have already judged it." Baba spoke in an extremely polite tone.

"Hmmm..." They were pleased to receive the chivalrous conduct from my father.

After 5 minutes, he opened his red eyes and informed, "That's the black magic someone has been casting upon your home."

My heart shallowed as I put away my earlier vision about this superstitious stuff and attentively listened for my family's safety.

"The miscarriage..."

"We know..." The eldest one had cut my words. "A blade and two bolts."

My breaths were hitched as they told the truth only my family knows. Aunty Mehreen was already making a dispute on the miscarriage. So, we kept this till our family; Me, Mama, Baba, Biyah and Shaina. She is told on a clause to never share this with her husband even.