Married To My Best Friend.

Eleven: On Our Own.

I'm not sure if it's the dedication to hurt him but living with him and not talking to him is not as hard as I thought it would be.

Yes there are times I feel lonely but I'd rather sleep the whole day or even starve than even look at him.

I won't lie and say I don't have feelings anymore because it's obvious it's not true. I just want to hurt him emotionally like he hurt me it's not like I hate him though.

Nura's brother Nassar said I should come see him tomorrow and then we'll see if I get the job, I hope I do though.

After taking over an hour outside, taking in some air I finally decide to enter the house.

Immediately I open the door I bump into Rahim. I raise my head and look at him, feeling like a midget.

He stares at me, waiting for me to say something but instead I walk in without a word.
"I might be out late" he says.

"Take your time" I say heading upstairs.
"Fine then".

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I pick up my veil and go downstairs to at least take some tea before leaving.

Upon entering the kitchen I find my shirtless husband leaning on the fridge staring at the tea cup on the kitchen island, he looked troubled and even though I want to ask what was bothering him I was not in any way willing to let things slide this easy.

I stand there for a few seconds but he still doesn't notice me so I knock on the fridge.
"I need to pick up something".

He picks up the cup and goes over to the sink to wash it.
I open the fridge and get the milk.

"Where are you going this early?"

"Job interview".
"And you couldn't tell me?" he asks now only looking at the water dripping in the cup.

"You seemed busy".
"I seemed busy or bothered?"

"I'm not sure which it is".

He turns to look at me "The only one that always mattered to you was Khaliq, wasn't it?"

I raise my eyebrows confused "What is that supposed to mean?"

"How many times have you two hung out without me? You guys have hung out without me more times than you have with me. That was how you met Nura".

I say nothing. I seriously didn't have an explanation for it, we just decided to and didn't call him.

He turns and looks at me, I huff "Why? So he didn't have to force you to do something you didn't want to, he didn't want you feeling burdened".

"I never said it was a burden"
Honestly he looked so sad I wanted to hug him but I am no way in hell going to do that.

"Wasn't that what you said two weeks back? So to make things clear if he had been the only one who walked up to me that day, I wouldn't have had a problem with it".

He nods to himself "You're angry, for what I said that day?"

"Who wouldn't be? But that's behind us".
"You're not like that, there's a reason you're being like this, I feel it's because of what I said".

I scoff "It's not, I have to go" I walk out hurriedly.

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I was feeling nervous so as usual my leg was shaking. I don't know if there's going to be an interview because Nura didn't know either.

But I'm also bothered about the way Rahim looked this morning, I know something is bothering him and I want to comfort him but is that okay, have I really accomplished what I set out to do? Did I hurt him like he did me?

I want him to find solace in talking to me, if I don't now will he ever need me?

The door opens and Nassar walks out. With nothing but a frown. "Come in".

Nassar and Ya Khalil are great friends so that's how we know each other, he's a great but serious human being.

I sit across him on the couch.
"Nura gave me your CV last night".

I nod "Yes he said you asked for it".
"I did, I went through it and it's with my subordinate".

I nod.
"You and my brother need to be careful, I'm not sure what's going on but you need to" he huffs "Let's go, I'm busy so someone else will ask all the necessary questions".

"Okay, thank you".

We both walk out.

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I flop on the couch.
It's already 6pm and I didn't think I'd last this long outside.

The interview took longer than Nassar and I expected, he was the one who told me to just come home since I'm married, that it wasn't right. I think that man hates me already, if not why would he make me stay that long.

"I'm going".

I raise my head and look at our maid. "I thought you leave by 5pm?"

"Yes but no one was home".

"What?" I gasp. I look out the window and Rahim's car was still outside.

I didn't like leaving the rooms open, I'm afraid of anything getting stolen. I've experienced that back home and I don't want it happening in my house. But if Rahim isn't staying home when I'm not around he always calls.

"Wait for me on the patio, I'm coming".

I jog upstairs and head to his room but it was locked.
"Rahim?" I knock gently.

"Rahim?" I knock again.
"Rahim?"

"Rahim?"

"Hmm?" I hear his hoarse voice.
It takes him ages to finally open the door.

He stands there looking at me, still with nothing but his sweat shorts. "Still?" I ask.

"What?"
"Where you sleeping?"

He runs his eyes "Yes I was" he walks back in and I follow him.

"It's unlike you, what time did you get home?"
"About 2pm"

"Why? Don't you close by 5pm?"
"I had a goal".

I raise my eyebrows, "What is it?"

"I didn't know the maid enjoyed our pantry more than we did. When you told me you were still out I decided to come home to check what was going on myself. And I found the maid and her friends in our living room upstairs, enjoying pounded yam and vegetable soup, not to mention the chicken".

I stare at him, I can't count how many times he told me to be checking the kitchen so I stay quiet.

He tilts his head "Why the silence?"
"Uhh—nothing at. I didn't know".

He laughs "If you check, you'd know".
I smile "How did you know?"

"My snickers, sometimes I only eat two and the remainder miraculously vanishes and I know you don't eat nuts, who else could it be?"

I know that might seem like nothing to you and I but to Rahim it's serious. He loves snickers, more than anything. So he buys alot of it and I personally pour it in a tumbler for him.

"It was heart wrenching because I was in the mood for it around 12pm last week Wednesday but Lo and behold, there was none, even in the pantry. I stock it every week and I don't finish the ones before the previous week before I buy more".

"I'll fire her and get a new one".

"No need. I talked to my mom's maid and she'll come here and mop, clean, wash and anything you want but you'll do the cooking".

"I don't know how to".
He laughs "You'll learn".

"What about my job?"
"What job? You never told me you were getting a job"

I groan.

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