Aysha was at work. She had been at work for almost an hour. After preparing potatoes and vegetable stew for Ahmad, she realized she had something she needed to do first. It wasn't going to take her time. Just a few hours. Possibly three. Besides Ahmad wouldn't be hungry. His family will never allow him to be hungry.
Ring Ring!
"Yes." Aysha picked the call without checking the caller.
"Where are you?"
Noor.
"Uh..I'm at work. I will be there in two hours."
"You're.." She paused to take a deep breath. "You're at work? Did I hear you right or my mind is playing tricks on me?" Aysha could hear the frustrated tone but at that moment, she didn't care.
"I'm at work Noor. I will call you later." And then she hung up knowing her friend was going to five her a handful of insults when they meet.
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"Ahmad lafiya kuwa? Why will your wife not be here since morning? Are you sure you guys are ok?" His mother worried eyes stared into his. He wished he could just tell her nothing is fine and he's in a place where he doesn't know if marrying Aysha was a good choice.
But then he loves his mother and his wife. Marriage is a one time thing for him and he wished he will be able to sustain it. If he tell his mother, then she will forever look at Aysha a certain way and he doesn't want that.
"Mama kenan." He smiled reassuringly." Everything is fine. I'm sure she's just held up somewhere."
"You know i heard Noor on the phone with her. She said she's at work. Why would she be at work when her husband is in the hospital fighting for his life." His mother reasoned.
Bemused, Ahmad let out a chuckle. "Mom, I'm absolutely fine. I'm sure having a headache does not mean I'm fighting for my life."
'But still.."
"Assalamu Alaikum." The soft voice of Aysha cut her off. They both turned to look at her. "Ina wuni mama." She greeted squatting.
"Latoya." His mother replied. "I will be outside." She briskly walked out.
Aysha looked up at her husband, his was staring at her but there was something about his gaze, Aysha could see series of emotions swirling in his eyes. Guilt, Anger, love, affection. How was it possible to have varies of emotions?
"Baby!" She called out, sitting at the side of his bed near his head. She moved her fingers to strung it through his hair. "How are you? Are you okay?"
He didn't answer, just nodded his head reassuring her.
"I have some food, should I serve it for you?"
"No, I'm fine." He flipped off. Aysha Sighed.
"Ahmad, Dan Allah I'm sorry, it was a foolish decision on my side and I'm also finding hard to forgive myself, I'm sorry, please forgive forgive me." She cried, tears staining the side of his bed where she placed her head on.
"Aysha." He called softly, raising his head to look at him. His hand cupped her cheeks and she immediately flinched. Guilt immediately crosses his face.
"I'm sorry. I broken promise yesterday and I'm sorry. I raised my hand on you. Something I swore to never do. Will you forgive me? Please forgive me!"
"No. I deserved it."
They look at each other, smiling but deep down they know things will never be the same again.
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Another edited chapter. Will post soon.
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Drifting Apart ✔
EspiritualCompleted ✔ Aysha Al Qassim is the aftermath of a home robbery. Tragedy robbed her of her Father's love and stole her voice before she had the chance to speak out. The court released the culprit, and the guilty were set free. She was motivated...
