Desolation

Chapter 01

Three years ago on this very day Amina would have considered herself to be the luckiest woman on earth. Amina Jones got married to the love of her life Henry Jones. She could have sworn that he was God's greatest gift. These past few months have completely changed her perception on who her once beloved, now enstranged husband swore he was.

She had already called Henry seven times and seven times she was met with the prerecorded voice telling her to try again. He was supposed to be here at 18:00 pm. It was already 21:23 pm and still no sign of Henry. A normal wife would have been worried sick about the where being of their husband, but nothing about this situation was normal. He had continuosly been showing up late for the past few months and that was even if he decided to show up.

Amina began doubting herself and wondering why she even convinced herself that tonight would have been any different as if the heavens above would have miraculously answered her prayers and made her unfaithful husband see the light.

The bubbling anger inside of her was begging to erupt. Amina had woken up in the morning with a little bit of faith and was willing to prepare all of his favourite dishes for tonight to celebrate their three year anniversary.

She was sat on the far end of the dining room table looking at an empty chair where her husband was meant to be.

The two chairs were seperated by a table on which she had placed dimly lighted candles with a slight scent of vanilla, a generous platter of all his favourite meals, red wine and fancy cutlery all untouched. The sight only infuriated her. It was as if they were all staring back at her, mocking and taunting her for even thinking he would care to show up. Looking at her as if she was deserving of this situation.

Amina had put effort into tonight, with her last bit of energy she made sure that the set up was perfect, she was hoping that tonight could have given enough time and reason for them to fix their problems. She had straightened her hair, put on some makeup and wore a tightly fitting red dress that accentuated all her curves, the curves which her husband would shamelessly praise anytime he got the chance to. She felt a tear trickle down her eyes and landed on her untouched and newly bought ceramic plate.

She couldn't do this anymore. Why did she even bother? She couldn't help but feel like he didn't love her anymore after she lost his baby that she was carrying. Henry reassured her that it was not her fault and things like this happened often. She started to wonder if she didn't lose their child he probably wouldn't have lost his love for her.

The miscarriage was a topic that was carefully avoided in the Jones' household. It had both affected them deeply even though they both didn't want to admit it, there was an obvious drift between the two lovers. Henry had tried so hard to comfort his wife but in the back of his head he couldn't help but wonder if the loss of their child was her fault. He would often stay up after putting his miserable wife to sleep to search for the causes of miscarriages. As silly as it sounded he read on an untrustworthy site that high caffeine intake could increase chances of miscarriages.

Henry knew just how much his wife had loved coffee and had atleast two cups a day. He knew he shouldn't have been thinking like that but to a certain extent a false answer to his restless nights gave him some comfort that his suffering wife couldn't provide.

After the miscarriage they became emotionally detached from each other, they couldn't bother themselves to check up on each other and perhaps that was the reason why Henry had found it so easy to cheat on her. He convinced himself that it wasn't really cheating because he had drifted so far away from Amina emotionally,physically and mentally.