THE JOBLESS

I'm depressed. To my very dismay it has almost three months gone completely broke and dwelling in world of miseries.

"What's next? She asked thickly.

Do I have an answer? I'm puzzled. I tried to persuade.

"I have an interview next week. Let's see" I said in a broken voice almost understanding I can't anymore convince her that very soon I will be employed.

"Rifas ! Look .."

She gestured the bottles of dry food and spices in the pantry those were almost empty and just about to touch the bottom.

"You don't see all these.."

She opened the fridge and slammed the door instantly alluding me that there's nothing inside.

I kept quiet. I could unfortunately see in her face how much she was angered and frustrated. A small reaction from me could pour oil onto the already burning fire. So I decided to be mute. After all, her complains have genuine reasons to point her finger at me.

It's me who made her and our innocent kid suffer. Being a family head I mus