FLAWED SOULS

CHAPTER 9: HAJIYA'S WRATH

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Muhammad would have loved her to lash out at him, at this point he'll appreciate her rude way of talking to him, he'll appreciate anything but the silence.
He saw the tears that gathered in her eyes right before she shut the door to her room, retreating.

It's been two days and yet he had barely seen her, she wasn't out of her room before he leaves for work and she was already in her room when he gets back, the only sign she was in the house was his dinner that was always waiting for him on the table.

He'd decided he couldn't take it anymore, the silence was killing him, the thought of not knowing what Amirah was feeling, how she was mourning. So that evening when he got back from work, he stormed past the dinning table where his dinner was and went straight to knock on her door.

As he expected, she didn't reply.
'I won't leave here not until you open the door." He promised as he kept on knocking, his knocks switched from gentle to furious and he finally resolved to pleading.

"Please Amirah. Please open  the door let's talk about this, it isn't good to grieve alone."

He kept begging her and when he heard the door click indicating it has been unlocked, the surge of joy he felt was unexplainable.

She opened the door and his heart clenched in pain at the sight of her, her eyes were puffy, her hair disheveled and it seemed as if she was still in the clothes he'd seen her on the last time. Without thinking twice, he immediately enveloped her into a hug.

"I'm sorry, I know how close you were."

His hands were wrapped around her while hers laid limply by her side and she stood in a still manner in his arm. He quietly pulled back from her ashamed of how much of his emotions he'd let show.
The silence between them became awkward.

"Do..." Her voice sounded rough like she hadn't spoken in a while, she cleared it before continuing,

"Do you want to come in?" Muhammad nodded his head gleefully and went into her room with her, she sat on a chair by the corner staring at him, he cleared his throat before settling himself on her bed. Her room looked squeaky clean, he'd only been in it when she had chosen it. Her tidiness endeared him more to her, Amirah wasn't flawless but he'd rather her to anyone else on this earth.

"Have you eaten?" He asked, she simply nodded her head before turning her attention to her nails.

"I'm sorry about your loss."

She nodded in reply again, silence fell upon them both. Muhammad had a lot to say to her, he wanted to apologize but he couldn't even fix the words together, his thoughts were jumbled as he stared at her knowing she was sad yet he couldn't do anything to take away the pain or... Could he?

He opened his mouth to suggest something before the shrill sound of her phone interrupted him.

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Amirah had wanted it to be false, he probably couldn't recognize Mrs Jane. But when two days passed and no word was heard from the older woman nor was her number going through, the truth finally dawned on her.

She rarely became close to people, most of her friends were Khadijah's. Even when she became friends with some people, she made sure they weren't close but the past months spent with Mrs Jane had taught her to be close to someone again, Amirah shuddered as she remembered the last time she'd seen her.

Just as soon, he phone began ringing, it was Khadijah.

Khadijah's tone was anger-filled, "this is the last straw! I've had it with Hajiya so if you love your mother it'd be good if you called and warned her."