FATE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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Nooriyya

she dragged her feet round the kitchen, her mind blank. feeling a kind of numbness in her mind and body. she picked up a knife placing it on the chopping board trying to cut onions for the vegetable sauce she was preparing.

she placed her finger absent mindedly on the chopping board within a blink of an eye blood started oozing from the fresh cut. she felt the pain but she didn't react because she's just numb,everything feels bland. she just stood there looking at the finger with blood gushing out without moving a muscle to prevent it or apply first aid.

He trudged into the kitchen a hand to his head which was thudding, he feels as if a hammer is being knocked on his head. His memory still foggy , he can't seem to remember the events of the previous night. He scanned the kitchen trying to keep his heavy eyelid open, he needed a hot cup of coffee to clear his foggy head and some paracetamol tablets for the headache.

He spotted her standing over the kitchen island but she didn't seem to notice him. He moved towards her that was when he noticed the blood sparter and the source of the blood. He dashed toward her momentarily forgetting his hangover state. He pulled her towards the tap, opening the tap and placing her finger under the running water.

"babes...how did this happen?" he asked concentrating on cleaning her wound.

His question brought her out of her dazed state, she immediately snapped out, putting some distance between them. He stood there confused at her reaction totally clueless at why she did that but the kind of look she was throwing at him made chills run down his spine.

He tried to move towards her, his gaze on her bleeding finger but she stopped right in his tracks.

"don't you dare come any closer to me!" she said sternly.

"Okey, but at least tend to your bleeding finger please. you really need to apply first aid" he said with concern laced in his voice.

she sent another filthy look his way and stormed out of the kitchen straight to the bedroom leaving him dumbfounded. what is wrong with her? he thought, suddenly the headache he was nursing earlier because 10times worse. He held a hand to his head and went in search of the first aid kit for some paracetamol tablets though not before he turned up the gas cooker she left on with a now burnt sauce which was already charred beyond salvation.

After he had taken the paracetamol, he lay down trying to remember what happened the other night and figure out why his wife was acting the way she was. Then it downed on him, he went to meet his boys last night and from all indications he was stupidly drunk. His heart started plummeting in his chest, what if...what if,Nooriyya had seen him in that state? how did he even get home?with that thought he jumped up from the couch like a cat whose tail was on fire. His hands trembling from anxiety, he went in search of his cell phone because he needed answers.

"This was what I have been warning you against but you never listened"

"ugh, just tell me what to do? she has locked herself up in the room since morning and refuse to talk to me. I don't know what to do, I am actually ashamed of myself right now"

"you should be" he answered clippedly

"you are suppose to profer  solutions not make me feel bad, what sort of friend are you?" he asked feign hurt.

" A true friend. Look all you need to do is talk to her and know what she knows and also how she feel"

"But she doesn't want to talk to me"