Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter twenty nine

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I dubbed the lip gloss one last time on my lips before looking into the mirror.

I was clad in a yellow slit with blouse which Hanna had bought for me when she visited her aunt. The slit hugged my thighs and came down in a flattery pattern.
I tied my hijab around my head and picked up my sunglasses and purse, turned to wear my wedges before closing the door behind me.

Everyone was out and finally, I had agreed to go out with my mum.
Abdul Hakeem had heard of it and offered to drop me off although I had denied initially.

Once I got outside, I realized he was in front of his car waiting for me.
I handed the address to him and we zoomed of to the restaurant.
I thanked him and alighted making my way to the reception.
I was nervous.

For some minutes, we sat facing each other. Each in her own thoughts. I took the menu and flipped through pretending as if I was reading just to avoid her burning stare.

I was unconformable and she wasn't making matters easier.

"Mhmm" she cleared her throat. I raised my head to look at her for a while before turning back to the menu. My life saver.

"What would you like to eat?" She asked.

"Erm...." I felt as if my tongue was tied in my throat. I was tongued tied .

"I am so sorry I did all that I did. My husband is so angry with me, he feels betrayed and I fear for my marriage at this point. Things will only work out for me if you forgive me. Please forgive me. Its not only about my husband but my conscience hasn't left me it has always hunted me since I left you guys. I'm so sorry my dear."

At this point, I just wanted to tell her I have forgiven her and leave. I didn't want to cry.

"I have..

A commotion broke out in the restaurant and we all stood to listen to what was going on.

Surprisingly, it was Kamal with his parent. They had come to have lunch I guess and his mom was exchanging words with one of the staff.

Without doubts, I knew she was the cause. To me, she screamed witchcraft.
Someone came from around the corner to stop them then everything went back to normal.

I made an attempt to call Kamal but his parent saw me. Oh shit. I didn't plan for that to happen.

He walked closer to  me and I introduced him to aunty AA. He got the gist and proceeded to greet her but she wasn't budging as her eyes were fixed somewhere else.

I followed her gaze to see who she was looking at. It was Kamals dad. Tears run down her face as she looked at him. He to stood rooted and kept his head down ignoring his wife's constant nagging.

" Dad do you know her?" Kamal asked.

"Dad? He's your dad?"

She asked.
Kamal nodded as he asked his dad what was happening.

"Mohammed Ibrahim today, my prayer has been heard. That to in front of our daughter. God will never forgive you for what you put us through."

My leg shook with anxiety as I tried to understand what was going on praying hard that it wasn't what my instincts was telling me it was.

"My daughter?" He asked.

"Since you left, how would you know? I was pregnant and only realised after you wicked soul left. My dear, let's leave. He doesn't deserve our presence.

And as she said that, she pulled me out of the restaurant. But we didn't reach anywhere when he also grabbed her by her arm. Receiving a slap in return from her.

" I am a married woman so mind the way you touch and talk to me. "

"Can we all go out and talk this out?"

"Please" he added when he realised her hesitation.

I couldn't believe that all these were happening. I mean, today of all days.  So does it mean Kamal is my step brother?

That question lingered in my mind as we zoomed off to the park for the 'discussion'.

And I could feel my heart thumping as we got nearer.

Short chapter? I know, but get ready for a rocky ride as we get closer to the end God willing.

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