FLAWED SOULS

CHAPTER 17: TABLES HAVE TURNED

I had control on the driver's seat, but my hands are slipping of the wheel. Now the tables have turned, now I'm up all night, howling at you.

Dedicated to jasraa

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The week was the longest for Amirah, it dragged on slowly and the only thing she had to look forward to was the memorial/celebration party coming up during the weekend. Maybe she'll make new friends and she'll even talk to one or two people about getting a job with her certificate.

Muhammad was out of the question now because after their talk or his talk rather because she'd only nodded her heard wordlessly and then escaped into the safety of her room when he was done, she hadn't seen much of him.
He was always gone before she woke up and he came back late, long after she'd retired in her room but she could hear him as he tried to noiselessly go about his business.

In as much as she hated it all, she was glad, at least he'd given her a breathing space. She wasn't sure she could give him half of what he wanted and expected so maybe the distance was what they both needed.
She was yet to think of what she'll tell him after thinking of their relationship she didn't want to think, she just wanted to enjoy the silence even though it was a little lonely.

Amirah could hardly believe it's just been two months since they got married and they were already thinking of divorce. Hajiya would faint if she were to hear about this.

What would her friends think of her?

Amirah sighed as she prepared dinner, at least he still ate the food she left on the table albeit little of it. When she heard the gate open, she stared out the window, and sure enough Muhammad had opened the gate before getting back into his car and driving in.

He was really early today, she noted.

"Assalamu alaykum." She heard him greet from the sitting room.

"Wa'alaykum salam." Amirah replied before focusing on the yam on the stove. When she was done, she came into the sitting room to find it empty.

She went towards Muhammad's room and knocked on it.

"Come in."

She took in a deep breath to steady herself before opening the door and stepping into the room.
Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, his lower body was wrapped in a towel but his chest was bare showing ripped muscles, water dripped from his chest indicating he just finished showering.

She swallowed, he looked really good.

"What's it you wanted?" His voice was innocent enough, he probably hadn't noticed the effect his half naked body had on her.

"Uhmm..." She cleared her throat, "I wanted to ask if you'd like to eat now."

"Okay, thanks. I'll be out shortly."

A polite dismissal, wow! She went out of his room and began setting table, she wondered if she should set the dinner for two or eat hers alone in front of the TV the way she's been doing this past few days.

She decided to just arrange the dinner on the table for the both of them.
While they ate, Amirah couldn't help but notice how Muhammad kept texting on his phone and the smile that was on his face, lightening up his whole expression.

She gave him a questioning look when he bursted into laughter at something on his phone.

"Sorry, sorry." He said his eyes still on his phone's screen as he waved his hands at her, he was still chuckling, after effect of a full blown laughter.