BK 2 chapter 17
I woke up groggily, I groaned tiredly, scrutinizing my eyes. The ray of light was too bright. The smell of disinfectant made my heart constrict.
I hated the smell of the hospital!.
I hated hospitals!.
They held too many unwanted memories.
But wait!.
Yusuf!.
Yusuf was alive!.
Where was he since all these years!.
My eyes sting with unshed tears. I felt turned and betrayed.
He left me.
He didn't want me.
Why couldn't he divorce me and tell me he wasn't doing it again?.
Why did he make me suffer so much?.
What have I done so wrong?.
<BK 2 chapter 18 I'd been discharged from the hospital a week ago, I'd been indoors since then. Always locked my door.Mum had been trying to get me out of my room, trying to talk to me but it hurt. I couldn't look her in the eyes without feeling betrayed.She would knock on my door, urging to open the door for hours but I didn't open the door. I needed space.It hurt.Its pain.I was folding the masala (praying mat) when my room door was knocked.I paused for a while before saying, "who is there?"."It's me sis" I heard Maryam's hoarse voice. She had been crying.It hurt me to hurt them."What do you want?" I asked her coldly. Turning my back away from the door as if sh
BK 2 chapter 19 "Are you sure you are going?" mum asked me for the twentieth time today while I hummed in reply.I checked myself in the mirror to see whether I was decent enough to go out. I put on my silver Abaya with my blackhead cape which was shoulder length. I went to the closet and put on a black matching wedge and bag."Won't you apply makeup?" mom asked, trailing behind me worriedly."No mom, I'm not putting," I replied to her."What is lip gloss or mascara?" she asked rhetorically."Mom" I groaned, "you know I don't do all that. I'm beautiful like this and how will I apply it when I'm not wearing a niqab?" I told her softly. "And I'm not going to the party" I looked everywhere but not her."What!" she shouted, making me cringed. "Then where are you going?" she glared at me.
BK 2 chapter 20 We had been patrolling the ER (emergency room) since Yusuf had been rushed in. The doctors and nurses were going and coming out of the room. They were carrying out some tests on him. One of the doctors came out and told us he was fine but we should wait for some hours for the medical report.Yusuf's mother had called Khadijah that the wedding had been shifted because Yusuf unexpectedly collapsed and called her husband to come to the hospital.Yusuf had been moved to a private room after he had regained his breath but hadn't opened his eyes yet. The doctor said we could go meet him in the room but no shouting and he told Yusuf's father to see him in his office.We entered the room saying our teslim, Yusuf was lying on the bed unconsciously with the IV connected to his bloodstream. His face looked pale.Yusuf's mother sat
BK 2 chapter 21 I woke up groggily; groaning, squinting my eyes because of the light. I felt a wave of nausea wash over, I stood up quickly, went to the nearest washing basin and puked all the contents inside my stomach. I rinsed my mouth and face as I was walking out of the bathroom, I felt lightheaded. I held the nearest door for support or else I would have fallen with a loud thud on the floor.My family rushed inside, coming to my side. Abdulrahman helped me to the bed and gave me a glass of water. That was what I needed.I drank the water greedily like a thirsty camel. The water went down from my mouth to my stomach, my stomach rumbled. That was what happened to drinking water when you wake up with anything in the stomach."What happened?" my voice croaked, my throat was paining me as I talked. Then I remembered everything. Khadij
BK 2 chapter 22 I'd been discharged from hospital a month after Yusuf incident. I'd felt bad for him but there was nothing I could do.My life went back to normal, no drama. Abdulrahman became the most caring and sweetest husband. He attended to all my needs before battling my eyelashes. He knew what I wanted and needed.We were back together, living peacefully. I was happy and content. I'd have him all the permission to my properties, he was my husband and I trusted him.I sat on the couch, thinking about how I could talk to my boy about his father. I couldn't deny Yusuf's rights as a father. And my son had the right to know the truth but how can I go about it?.Children were complicated, how would I explain to him, I thought aloud.The man he knew wasn't his father?
BK 2 chapter 23 We had been preparing for Maryam's nikkah (wedding). I was very happy for my friend, she was a sister I never had to me. I should make it a memorable day for her. Whenever I teased her being a wife to be, she always shies away. It was rare to see a bossy lady like her shy away from but it was fun, watching her. She was becoming herself back.She had hidden herself in pain and hurt. When someone is greatly hurt, he or she either becomes rude or silent. Maryam had a bitchy, bossy behaviour but I knew it was her past that made her that way. She was protecting herself from being hurt again. Don't judge people by their attitude, it was their past experience that changed them.I was dragging her to the mall, I needed to change her closet."But it doesn't mean" she whined while I gave her deaf ears.
BK 2 chapter 24 I snuggled closer to Abdulrahman, needing his body heat even though I was under the duvet when my phone rang. I checked the time and saw it was 3:00 am in the morning.Who the heck calls at midnight?. I thought.I groaned still feeling sleepy, removed the duvet and picked it without looking at the caller."Sophia, please help me" I heard Maryam's urgent voice. I sat abruptly, straightening my back, my sleep was long gone."What happened?" I asked, now biting my own lip furiously in concern."It is Royhan" She called out frantically."What's wrong with brother Royhan?" I panicked, switching on the light."erm..." She trailed off, "you know..." She gulped because I heard the sound."You know what?. You are scaring me" I shou
BK 2 chapter 25I dressed in my smoky red dress which hugged my bodice perfectly. The sleeves were long which had some different patterns at the hem. The dress was beautiful and it made me gorgeous in it. I wore my black wedge which had some stony particles on the top that was used to form love. I put on my black lengthy cape which compliments my smoky red dress. I left the room not without carrying my handbag along with me which was filled with my purse, keys, Atm and my ID cards.I opened the door and saw Abdulrahman had changed his outfits. He put on a black turtleneck polo which hugged his perfect chest. His V-line showed clearly with his scripture abs and his flexible muscles. His blue tailored pants reaching his enemies. The glasses he put on added more to his beauty. Men with glasses were cool. He parked the car at the front of the house while he was jiggling the car key."Do you like what you