Ammah🥀👑

Chapter 15: the new wife, the new problem

"You think you can just come to this house and say whatever you want" he landed me another slap after the few I had already taken. " you are nothing short of a stupid useless street rat, you don't even have anyone to fight for you. Pitiful"

"Abdul Malik please stop your hurting me" I replied still on the floor after the slap I just received.
He grabbed my hair through the veil and threw me to the window, it hurt so badly. I started to bleed on my upper arm but that didn't seem to make him show me any remorse.

He grabbed my hair again and landed me another blow right on my jaw line as I collapsed again on the floor mobbing and crying. It was seconds later that I heard him undoing his belt.

"After today I will make sure you never stand up to me again" as I felt the first weep on my back.
He continued weeping me on several parts of my body until all I could do was cry and beg, I had never been brought down to this level of humiliation before.

I was still aching from the beating I received last night from Abdul malik, I was no where near suppressed that he did that to me. I mean am just an asset to him after all.

Today was the Walima and kawo amarya which means today will be the day huraiha would start her days as my co wife in this house. Her aunts came early in the morning and told me to pack my things out so they could put the brides new things.
I did as I was told if not I knew I would receive another beating from my husband in front of her and that would just be too disrespectful.

I just plan on being invisible from now on, I will stay in my room and not come out if I know it's her day and when it's mine I would just treat him like the psycho that he is. Gently and carefully.

It has now been hours since her aunts came and set up everything, am sure she will be arriving anytime by isha period because that was around the time I was also brought after my wedding.

I tried so hard to tell myself I didn't care about the situation but I never realized it would be this hard, my was body was covered in purple bruises and swollen bumps I looked hideous, how could I compare myself to a person that probably didn't see the sun again since she was told she was getting married.

I packed my sappy excuses and prayed my asr and started cooking dinner, I made spaghetti and meatballs, it was one of my fave foods, Hours later it was Maghreb and I prayed.
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Third person POV
Hurairah and her friend were so exited, they entered the house tears were still streaming down her face as she approached the house, she was so happy. Normally she never believed she would marry a man with a wife but Abdul Malik found his way around her that she couldn't resist him.

Abdul Malik on the other hand was taking care of some minor things in the office before coming back home to his new bride.

Huraiha and her friends didn't waste time as they headed up the stairs and to his room, she planned on wearing a lingerie for her husband.

Ammah didn't want to have to occupy herself with the misery of seeing her husband with someone else even if it was for some few hours, she could take it in the morning tho when she really settles her mind on it. So she decided to go to bed really early, after she prepared dinner and prayed.

Minutes turned into hours and huraiha was all dressed up in her beautiful and sexy lingerie with all her friends complimenting her before they left.
Abdul Malik was also back after a while to his new bride, he stopped by the dinning table and took a few spoons of the dinner Ammah made, he never really admitted it but he was a dead fan of her cooking.