FLAWED SOULS

CHAPTER 39: PARTIAL AMNESIA

"Ramadan shopping list completed!" Amirah announced before dropping the pen on the table dramatically.

"I've been thinking." Muhammad said coming out from the kitchen with a bowl of cereal, "we should get a house help."

Amirah looked at him surprised, "why?"

"Which one is why?"

"Why should we get a house help?"

"Well to help you with the chores after all, we're having a baby."

"Oh Allah, not again. I'm not sure yet so drop it until it's confirmed."

"I can feel it, my instinct about this one is strong." Muhammad insisted with a broad smile on his face. It's been two months since Amirah had started seeing symptoms of pregnancy but she was scared of confirming so she'd told Muhammad about it yesterday and that's all he's been talking about.

"I'm tired of you already."

"You'll come to the hospital for a test after your session with Tara, don't forget."

"How can I forget when you've told me a thousand times?" Amirah asked with a roll of eyes.

"What'll we name the child if It's a girl?"

Amirah ignored him as she picked up her shopping list and went into her bedroom. She stood in front of the mirror and watched her bare tummy rubbing her hand on it lovingly.

She didn't want to raise her expectations too much about having Muhammad's child, having a child was hard and she knew that from experience.
Amirah was just nineteen when she'd had Anisa and that she did secretly. It had been a mistake, a one time thing with a man she'd met at a field trip that was organized by her University, that was the first and last time they'd met.

She was crazy then and she'd swore to never have anything like that with any man but she'd gone and done the same thing with AbdulRahman and now he won't let her be.
AbdulRahman had been calling her everyday for the past two months, apparently he'd been sent on a work to Germany so he wasn't around but he didn't let her miss him with his calls and texts from different numbers.

"Habibty your phone is ringing." She heard Muhammad's voice from outside her room, she poked her head outside and he handed her her phone.

"Assalamualaikum Baba." She greeted after the shock of seeing her father's call wore down.

"Walaykumsalam. How're you?" He asked in a deep, almost unclear voice.

"Alhamdulilah."

"MashAllah, MashAllah." He repeated.

There was few seconds silence before Amirah asked, "how's everyone at home?"

"They're fine. How's Muhammad?"

"Uhmm he's doing well alhamdulilah." Her father rarely called and when he did, it wasn't for idle talks.

"Have you spoken to mama Lawal recently?"

Amirah racked her brain to think of when last she spoke to aunty Amirah.

"We spoke last week, I think. Is everything fine?"

"She moved out yesterday."

Amirah gasped. "Why? What happened?"

"What else happened if not your mother? " His voice shook, "I'm not one to do this but caution your mother Amirah because this is the last time I'll take this from her."

"Uhh have you spoken to Ya Hamidah?"

"She's not picking my calls."

Typical! "Okay Baba, I'll call and know what happened but for the mean time please try to get Aunty Amarya back home."