Growing (An Islamic Life) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 35 (One more Chance)

Because you all are the best readers ever. This early update is for 'Growing' ranked #13 in Spiritual.

I raise my hand up to knock, but found the door open. I open it wider and walk inside. Looking ahead of me, all I could do was drop the paper in my hand and gasp.

A face turns to me, getting up from the bed and covering herself with the bed sheet. My cheeks flush realising that I've come to the wrong room. "I am so sorry" I say picking up the paper and turning around to leave. As I do, I catch a glimpse of a shirt that was oddly familiar. My feet automatically walks up to it taking it in my hand and inhale it. The familiar smell runs through my nose and I look at the man sleeping under the covers. His face was planted hard on the pillow but you could easily make out who it was. Ali.

"Who are you?" The girl questions me. Her tone hints that my presence was the one that was unwelcome. Tears escape my eyes and I pick up the paper that I had dropped and turn to leave but she stops me.

"Wait!" She says. I turn around to face her. She picked up the pile of clothes on the floor and started to dress herself lazily. Her hair was dishevelled and there was no doubt what had happened. "Who are you?" She asks again. My gaze was fixed upon Ali, who was still in bed, sound asleep. Tears continue to fall out of my eyes and I blink them away. The woman's gaze follows mine and she looks back at me. "Who is he to you?" She asks casually.

"Husband" my lips say before my brain could process.

"Husband?" The girl questions as she walks over to me. She looks at me and her eyebrows relax like she's hit upon realisation. "Oh, so you're Amina!" She says coming in closer for hug. I turn my body away from her, being disgusted even by her touch. She laughs at my reaction and I stood there dumbfounded. "I'm Sienna" she says introducing herself. "I'm Ali's.... well... secretary" she says winking. I look at Ali who was still asleep. Tears drop from my eyes. She starts to circle around me like a vulture and the look in her eyes showed nothing but anger and disgust towards me. "What did he see in you?" She says with a snort almost laughing at me. With a sigh she stood in front of me, eyeing me from top to bottom. She finally broke the silence "Well I got to run now. Don't be so rough on him sweetheart... He doesn't like it so rough" she says walking past me outside, the sarcasm being very clear in her voice. I hear the sound of the door click indicating that she's left the room and closed it on her way out.

I walked over to the bed, moments of regret passing through my mind. I spot a bottle of water by the table side and immediately react to it without thinking. I pour the water over his head, but he was still asleep. Anger bubbled inside me. I stormed to the bathroom and filled a bucket with water. Struggling to carry it, I raise it over his head and pour the whole bucket over his hear. He wakes up, his eyes wide in shock and seeing his only made things worse. Tears kept falling and I threw the bucket on his head. He held his head as he screamed in pain. "What the..." He looks up at me and he takes in his surrounding. "Amina? What are you doing here?" He asks me. I look at him with pure disgust.

"What are you doing here Ali?" I say as bravely as I can, masking the pain and hurt inside me. He looks around the room and scratch the back of his head. He gets up and I spot some lipstick stain on his neck. He looks at me and goes to the mirror, looking at what I saw. He looks back at me and paces near me.

"Ami, I can explain" he says, like he's just figured out everything that was going on here.

"Please save your explanations. I'm done" I say turning to leave. He runs behind me holding my hand. Butterflies that one erupted inside me by his touch were now gone. The only feeling was sickening and painful. It literally felt like my heart was on fire and it travelled to the lump in my throat. Before I knew it I was full on wet with tears.