WHY MEEEE????

Fourteen

Maryam's POV

It's been two weeks now that am married to Mr psycho. A lot has happened over this two weeks. The most important thing now is that i have gotten admission into Baze university. I started attending my lectures yesterday. As for Ibrahim, he wakes up early in the morning and leave, then come back late. I have finally started cooking, but Ibrahim never eats it. The only time he ate was when he came with his girlfriend, Anisa and she insisted on they eat. Apart from that, he doesn't even spare the foot a glance.

And Farhaan, he has been very helpful. He is always here with the twins. I got to know him better over this few days. My life is much more better than anything.

Ummee also gave me a house maid the last time i went to see her. I told her i didn't want, but she insisted on I take one because am going back to school.

I started feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. I shrugged it away and stood up to go to the Kitchen and start cooking dinner. I met faiza, my Househelp washing the plates for lunch.

"sannu Anty." she Said.

"wai faiza so nawa nake ce miki ki dena Kira Na Anty? (how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Anty?) " I playfully scolded her. I hate it when people call me that. Besides she is even older than me.

"Yi hakuri you. (I beg your pardon.) " she smiled.

"ba-" I wanted to reply get when I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. Perfect timing! Just perfect.
I didn't know how I lost counting. I usually get ready for it sometimes a week before it arrives. But now, i totally forgot. Maybe it's because of this new life am adapting to.

"Maryam lafiya?" faiza asked.

The pain hit me again, this time harder. I always have complications when ever am on my period. I feel like dying some times. I always end up in the hospital. And guess what, that is the only time that my step mother pities me.

Faiza helped me upstairs to my room. I immediately ran to the toilet and took a hot bath and changed. Luckily for me, zahra brought some sanitary pads with her the other day satin that I might need it.

I came out from the toilet and say down on the bed. My legs began to shake, I managed to stand up using the edge of the bed as support and looked for my medicine inside my first aid. 'innalilah' I muttered as I realised that it had finished . Shike nan, an doomed.

The pain hit me this time around harder that I didn't know when I made a loud Shriek. I gather up strength and made my way down stairs. I tried hard to reach the last stairs but I couldn't. I finally gave up and sat down on the stairs. I coiled my stomach as tears kept running down my cheeks. It is painful, so fucking painful. To me, it is the most painful experience I ever had.

I heard the front door open and close. Ibrahim must be home. Ya Allah I don't want Ibrahim to See Me, not in this condition. I kept praying silently.

"bro am tired wallah, I need rest. Remember am not a workaholic like you fah." I heard Farhaan's Voice. That means they came back together. Ya Allah! Could this day be any worse?

I closed my face in between my legs and kept on praying silently.
"Maryam?" someone called. I raised my head and met Farhaan's face.

"oh my god! Maryam what happened?"he asked, but I couldn't answer . "Ibrahim! Ibrahim!" he called.

"And why the hell are you shouting my name?" he asked from the sitting room.

"just come over hear please." he pleaded. "breath Maryam breath, in sha Allah you will be Okay. " he assured me.