Burgled Heart (Their Romantic Journey)

*BH* 24

Sorry, the chapters are somehow boring, bear with me, interesting chapters ahead.

In the early dusk, a week after their return from Nigeria, Amirah sought the solitude of the courtyard, where she widened into her thought with a grievous heart. It wasn't easy for her these days though, as she kept thinking immensely about Amin. She knows she cared about him now, more than she ever thought of. She doesn't have the courage to call him, yet she rise and lay with him buried in her heart.

God has a way of making you pay for your sins. It seems Amirah is now paying for her misappropriation.

She reflected deeply on the turn her life had taken this month that she parted from her husband. Now she knows with desperation that she really wants to go back to her husband. She earnestly wished everything will go back to normal.

It was already getting darker when she decided to go back into the house.

Once she got into the house, she walked straight to her mother's room, where she meet her on the prayer rug.

As she wasn't praying, she sat on her mother's bed and waited patiently for her to finish her prayers.

Her mother said salaam and peeked towards her. Considering she's used to crashing in her mother's room reflectively these days, her mother didn't utter anything to her so she kept on with her azkhar.

When virtually she's done with her azkhar, she folded her prayer mat, kept it back on it's stance and looked towards Amirah.

"What's wrong with you these days? Since you came back from Nigeria you've been this gloom and thoughtful. If it's about your husband I guess you rather stop thinking of him because he's not worthy of your concern. He has not come even once which made your father more angry."

Amirah frowned obviously, digesting what her mother was saying. Even if he didn't show up she can't blame him because she'd been awfully rude to him.

And everything is her fault.

"If he's someone that's worthy he could have come and explain even if it's your fault." her mother went on as she took off her hijab and hung into her closet.

"Why are you all blaming him?"

It was too late when she found out what she just said. She bit her finger subconsciously with an awkward gaze at her mother.

"Tell me I didn't hear you right?" Her mother arrested her with her gaze, a steely scorn conspicuous on her face.

Amirah widened with consciousness considering what she just blurted. She must be a tad bit crazy to say that to her mother.

"I'm sorry." she uttered and got up from the bed, wending towards the door sub-normally like a useless sluggard.

"You better remold your thinking!" her mother said to her as she was about leaving the room.

"Noted!" she whispered and disappeared from the room.

She passed by the sitting room and ascended the stairs to her room, scrubbing her feet on the ground noisily.

Upon getting to her room, she slumped on the bed, troubled by the new circumstance she got her self into.

Agony had now laid deep-seated in her consciousness, stultifying her of ever having to own any reasoning. She was seriously confused and doesn't know what to do. She felt sympathy for her self with an increasingly more potent grumpiness.

The feeling of distress and realization had now pervaded over her little peace of mind.

She had got woven in between her petulant deeds and remorsefulness for ever having to come so low as to showcase such snappish act to her husband.