WHY MEEEE????

Twenty-two

Maryam

I never thought that a day will come that I will cry non stop for a man. I cried until I had no tear left yesterday. I promised myself never to cry over Ibrahim again, but yesterday I broke that promise. I tried hard not to cry but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I love Ibrahim so much that I can't stand to see him with any woman. But I guess am wrong. Because my husband here does not give a damn about how I feel. He doesn't even care.

He gave me hopes that i began to think that he is finally giving us a chance. But alas, I was wrong. Totally wrong.

I so badly wanted yesterday to be a memorable day for me and him, but unfortunately it was a bitter day. A day I will never forget. A day that will forever hunt.

Yesterday.

Anisa

"Ani is my phone with you?" the familiar voice of my husband called.

"yeah heem, it's with me.

Nicknames, Ani, heem. Disgusting.

I stood there like a status looking at the girl I assume to be my husband's girlfriend.

"uhmm hey" she waved her hands trying to get my attention. "are you going to keep staring at me? Oh come on, am also a girl you know." she smirked looking at me up and down like some dirt. "ohh, I get it. You're unfamiliar with this." she spat pointing at her curved shape of her tight cloths. Too tight to be precise. I laughed at her remark. She can't be serious, is she a kid?

"Ani! What's going on?" Ibrahim said as he came in. He didn't even notice my presence, or maybe he did but is too occupied to admit.

"ohh am just having a convo  with you wife. She's such a beautiful lady." she told him.

And you're such a bitch.

That was when he noticed my presence, or lemme say he decided to talk to me. "is that how to welcome a visitor Maryam?" he asked coldly. Believe me if I say I never expected that. Like what the hell, we we're good this morning before he left for work. Or is he having double personality? "I am talking to you!" he yelled when I didn't respond.

I was too angry that I didn't realised what I said until it left my mouth. "why don't you ask this whore you decide to bring over? No shame you brought her to you matrimonial home? I didn't kn--" I couldn't complete my sentence when my face came in contact with his rock of a hand. And by Allah I immediately regretted what I said. Because the pain is too much to bear. First the emotional one, then the physical one.

What a wawuu Ibrahim, you surely know how to care.

"Ibrahim!!" the bitch yelled. "you shouldn't have slapped her, it was just a misunderstanding." her voice was all fake. I wonder what Ibrahim is doing with someone like her.

Okay,lemme just say Ibrahim is worst than her. Because what he did next shocked me to death, only that am not dead.

He wrapped his am around her waist and told her. "if you think I would let any hormonal teenage gold digger insult you, then you're wrong." he turned to me and said with gritted teeth. His arm still around her waist. I wonder if he knows the implications. "get lost now" he roared. I stared at him blankly, not ready to even move an inch.

"you can stay here for the rest of your life." he hissed and dragged Anisa. "let's go Ani." they reached the Dinning table and saw an empty table.

He called faiza and asked her where their food is. She looked at me with pityful eyes and hesitated. I smiled and nodded at her. I wouldn't like him to fire her. She told him it's in the balcony.