| Life of a fraudster | ✔

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I sat on the bed, wiping the tears that slowly rolled down my cheeks. I am never going to be completely happy in my life. I hear mama's voice and she's still downstairs. I open the door, listening.

"She is leaving whether you want it or not! We are not living with a gold digger and a prostitute. She laid in bed with you, how many other men did she do that with?" Her words slicing my pride and self respect. She not lying, that's the worst part.

"Mama, she's my wife. Whatever she has done which I know hasn't happened, I love her the way she is. You wanted me married, I am." Mohammad defends but she scoffs.

"I prefer you're single." Mama says as I close the door, sparing myself more pain. I let out a deep breath before walking to the closet for my clothes. I can't stay here, Mohammad is going through all this for me. No.

I walk down the stairs, entered the parlor where they were talking. I sit on the floor, looking at the floor. The room falls silent. "Anisah." Mohammad calls me, like a what are you doing thing.

"I am the one that made the plans for everything, from my name to how everything will happen and how you will act. I don't expect you to forgive me even though I would like that but I will leave the house. I will not take a handkerchief that you bought for me. I will leave the way I came in, nothing. Please don't blame it on Mohammad..."

"Anisah, stop this." Mohammad growls but I ignore him. I stand up still not looking at her. "I apologize for the inconvenience." I say before turning to walk away.

"That won't make me sympathetic, you are a true fraud. Emotional blackmail won't work." She states, scoffing. I ignore her, walking away.

"Excuse me." Mohammad says walking behind me. "Anisah, why did you do that?" He holds my arm immediately I went out the front door.

"I can't sit and let you take all the blame, I'm not that way. I prefer to get things over with and it is for now. I just.....I just want peace. I'm tired." I sigh, feeling the tears coming.

"I know you are but this is my battle and I am taking it upon myself to make this marriage work. I just need you to be okay, if you are, I am." He cups my cheeks, looking at me but I couldn't look at him because of the tears that were rolling down my cheeks.

"Okay?" He asks and I nod. He hugs me kissing my forehead while he caresses my arm. "Please take me home." I say with my voice cracked and whiny.

"Sure."
**********

I get into the car as we drove to my house. "I am sorry, I failed in our agreement." I say without looking at him.

"It's nothing, our agreement became void the minute I proposed to you." He says looking at me. I smile weakly when I remember.

"Ismail did say I would know sooner or later when I took the tray to mama's guests. Maybe he sent the file."

I try to think of how we were busted. "Anisah, don't worry about that. I'll handle it, just take care of our family, okay? Leave the rest to me."

I reluctantly nod before he parked the car. We both got out of the car as he took the luggage to the front door. "I'll come back later, make sure you eat and take care of yourselves." He holds my hand.

"Okay, I will." I reply. "Call me if there's anything, anything you need or want." He says sternly and I nod.

I keep the bag in my hand on the floor so I cold hug him tightly. I feel his chin on my head before I looked up at him. I tip toe, kissing him deeply. I only want to be in his arms, It makes me feel safe and relaxed.

He pulls away, looking at me. "How about we do it right now and here?" He teases as I chuckle.

"I love you, Mohammad."

"I love you too." He hugs me again. "We didn't finish what we started this morning." He reminds me as I laugh.

"Okay, maybe when we meet again." I pull away, walking to the door backwards. "I'll hold you to your word."

"You do that." I give him a wide smile before knocking on the door. I turn to see Mohammad in his car already.

I wave at him before he drove off. For the first time, I am leaning on someone. Someone that cares about me sincerely.

Rain droplets started pouring on us. "You should go in, I'll call you." He says and I went in.

I stand getting my lies straight as I open the door, smiling widely.

"Halooo." I say looking around and saw abdallah and salis watching football. Salis runs into my arms while abdallah sat up, obviously surprised.

"You're back!" Salis shouts excitedly. "Yes, I am. I missed you." I hug him tightly.

"Ya anisah, you're back. Welcome." Abdallah smiling uneasily. "Where are the rest?" I ask about hadiza and Khadija.

"They're asleep, I was planning to sleep now too." Salis says and I sit on the sofa. "That's good, let's go." I keep my bag so I could tuck him in.

I know after I come back, abdallah has questions for me and it isn't going to be nice.

"Okay, goodnight." I switch off the lights to his room.

I slowly walk back to the parlor, literally dragging my feet. "I miss you and all but why are you back early? You had a month more."

He clasps his hands, looking at me for an answer. "My cover was blown, they kicked me out." I say with a sigh.

"What?" His eyes widened. "Yeah, I know. It was surreal, sometimes I look back to make sure if they were really talking to me."

I admit, lying down on the sofa. "And your 'gentleman' left you?" He asks talking about Mohammad.

"Matter in fact, he stood up for me and he was the one that drove me home."

I explain smiling. "Did something happen between you two?" He narrows his eyes.

"Why would you say that?" I ask in an absurd tone. "How you smiled when you spoke about him."

I clear my throat. "I did--". I get cut off by abdallah's groans. "Ya anisah, that is fornication. You do know the penalty right?"

Abdallah tries to lecture me. "I know but we are married already and I sincerely love him." I stand up, taking my bag.
*******

I keep my bag on the bed while I removed my clothes. It is always weird to come back home, like you're a guest.

I throw my clothes on the chair before sitting down, covering my mouth with my hands thinking.

How am I supposed to clothe my family? My cover has been blown, I should invest some money in businesses.

Its best because my brother's money is not an option. I don't want us to cripple his upcoming business.

I don't know where to start or how to overcome this. I enter the bathroom to take my bathe and soon came out.

My phone rings as I see Mohammad. I pick it up. "Hey."

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