JAWAHIR

CHAPTER SIX

Jawahirs pov
Days passed by in a blur and its now  two months after the Knott has been tied, life hasn't gotten any better, things haven't change from the way they are, rather they've gotten worst, Mr arrogant is still being arrogant, always wearing a scowl on his face,always finding fault in whatever I do and he's on a mission of making my life a living hell, he's trying to break me to the lowest level but I'm trying so hard not to pull my walls down to stay strong even though it hurts, it hurts a lot especially when we're around other people and he portrays a complete different person being all jovial, friendly and caring which brings about different questions swimming into my mind, why can't he be like that with me?why can't he try to give this relationship a chance?what have I ever done to deserve such hatred?it gets worst Sometimes that i have to cry myself to sleep but I've never let him see my weakness.Sometimes I feel like telling mama the situation I'm in but it's hard to tell because mama was so happy during the wedding and now if I tell her this knowing mama she'll be all worked up and worried,I have no choice but to accept my fate,I guess it's my destiny to stay in this situation all my life because Allah knows that I've tried my best but I'm still praying, Allah will see me through.

Today I woke up late because I slept late last night,I woke up to see that he has already left for work leaving a sticky note for me on the frigde that says"my friends are coming over tonight I didn't want them to but they insisted so cook for them as I can see that you're in mission of trying to be a good wife,also don't go about being clumsy,wear something nice not that i care just for the impression they'll make,and lastly do not cross your limits,beware you've been warned"I finished reading the note with a smile plastered on my lips, this guy is sure something else, what will reduce from him to just be polite, just a small 'please' would have suffice but nevertheless I'll still cook and dress well maybe this is will bring about a change in our relationship I said grinning from ear to ear.

"Good morning aunty"atika said and before I could answer her she continued "what's the good news aunty please share it with me,it's been long since I saw you smiling like this,continue smiling like this you look nice when you smile"she concluded.

"Morning atika chatter box,they is no good news only that today we have a lot of work to do we're having guest,so get ready my sister"I concluded laughing as atika's smile drop from her face. I open the fridge and had my normal morning routine I bottle of fresh milk and muffin then sat on the kitchen counter and drank it.I left the kitchen to my room with the note in my hand,I sat on my bed brought out my diary opened a page then stick the note on it then I wrote the date and close the diary I'll write about it later.

I had my shower then wore a short and a baggy shirt, I prayed zuhr, then sauntered to the kitchen, I made a list of items we will use then brought out what we have and gave atika money to go buy what we don't have. Main while i started making a menu of what to cook and I settled on Chinese rice with peppered chicken for the main dish,hibiscus drink and then Apple fritters for dessert.
I start by making the hibiscus drink,atika was back from the market so we worked hand in hand,by 4:00pm we were done making the drink so we went to pray asr, after we were done praying we set back to work,we made all the dishes and before you know it by 6 we were done with everything and atika helped me set everything on the table. The house was already clean so I just did a mini cleaning then put different turaren wuta while atika cleared the kitchen and left.

The house was smelling very nice,I walk upstairs,had a bubble bath then dress up in a maroon bubu dress adorned with different beads and pearls,I prayed magrib and isha,sprayed different perfumes with my signature oud, then lastly I wore my black aldo flats and a black veil around my head. I walk to my closets full length mirror and masha Allah, I'm set to go.

While walking downstairs, I could hear different voices and laughter nearing,I entered the parlour and saw three strange faces "assalamu alaikum"I entered with a salaam.
"Walaikumussalam"the all answered except for Mr arrogant who was staring at me with his mouth a bit open but immediately mask his face as our eyes locked, bipolar.
"Good evening "I greeted them with a smile.