THE LOVE CONTRACT (ON HOLD!)

The love contract- Ideal wife.

The next day went by slow and so did the day after that; following a few days' ago's incident, Khalil isolated himself in his study and I had obtained my guard on all night in the master bedroom, all on my own.

However, I woke up early this time, changed into an oversized top and some boyfriend jeans, quickly applying some light make up on and a hijab.

I skipped downstairs to make breakfast, but this time doing everything perfectly; today's breakfast consisted of stuffed french toast, pancakes with blueberries, Mexican filled omelette and griddle pan waffles. I flipped and sauted, cut and mixed until the food had come out exactly as I wanted it to be.

The aroma was beautifully mouth watering as I set two plates out alongside water for Khalil. He'd probably be in that hangover stage that I knew nothing about.

Not long after, as I guessed, he walked into the kitchen, all suited up and attempting to fix his black tie in front of the lounge mirror as I stood in my apron smiling warmly, be nice-I constantly told myself.

"Breakfast's ready," I exclaimed contently, with hope that he'd notice as I stood cautiously in front of his chair, behind the table.

I observed his blank face, displaying no emotion whatsoever, and desperately hoped that he'd be in a good mood at the least. But my hopes were turned down in a matter of seconds.

"I'm not hungry." he finally admitted coldly whilst's walking past the table, not taking a second glance. I got my answer.

My insides stung painfully as I had just slaved over an hour attempting to cook up something 'edible' for him. My throat closed and my smile faded into a frown as I recalled the same words that played at the back of my head constantly, "If you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours,".

I shut the thoughts off and tried to think positively, "Should I pack it instead, so you could take it to work?" I asked thoughtfully.

He turned away and ruffled his hair without answering back. It was like he was a completely different person during the day and another at night.

"Eat, please, you didn't have dinner and you can't not have breakfast, so eat." I suggested softly, pleading persuasively for an answer at the least. I presented a plate of the pancakes in my hand, and offered it silently.

After seeing the same blank face I sighed out loud, "It actually taste's nice, the least you could do is try it," I paused for a moment.

"Just leave it for God's sake's I'm not hungry." He turned to face me once again, his laser like eyes shooting right through me whilsts he fixed the gold cuffs that played on his wrist.

"I am not throwing away all this food, especially as I've slaved all morning making this, just for you," I retorted.

"Well then you eat," he suggested sarcastically.

"You don't expect me to eat all of this do you?" I gently slammed the dish down, it was the juxtaposition that left me baffled at whether I shoud've been angry or just feeling plain stupid at even attempting to make someone happy.

"Well you sure look like you could," he snarled.

My thought tracks jolted abruptly and then resumed. Wow, how low could a man stoop?

In that moment I had never felt so embarrassed and hurt in my whole life like I had now. Call it exaggerating but no woman had to go through hearing a mans' irrelevant opinions about her body.

So why did it feel that my whole world came spinning to a halt?

No-one's ever mentioned my body till now and I'd never had anyone's opinions get to me like this. I couldn't help but to feel slightly sick. And slightly was an understatement.