Chapter 18 12: Burst Of Anger

That was the least of her concern, what she had to fight off now was the fact that she got married to him. He was the one that betrayed her, she had every right to be angry at him and throw whatever tantrum she wanted. She felt her tears coming back to her cheeks in a rush. What was this kind of life? How could whatever she wanted slip away from her hold? Why would Alhaji do this to her? He was so aware of the fact that she hated Mujaheed, she had the one she loved. And the fact that he hated Adam didn't give him the full right to get her married to the gateman. Everyday, this terrible man kept giving her more than enough reasons to hate him more. She wiped at her tears but more kept gushing down on her cheeks. She didn t know what she was going to do, it was fire in everywhere she was going to lean on. Asma u despised her from the start, but this time around, Fareeda could see her hatred amalgamated with anger and thirst for revenge in her eyes. Ummah would only be worse, she would make sure she died as the gateman s wife and Alhaji? If there was a chance to get her married to him for the second time to strengthen the matrimony, he would do everything for that. What bothered her was Adam, she was sure he might not easily understood her. Because she told him that she had solved the problem about getting married to Mujaheed long ago, by Allah she thought she did. But Mujaheed betrayed her trust and now all she was afraid of was for Adam to think that she betrayed him. And for Mujaheed not to divorce her. But whatever was going to happen, even if it meant taking her father to the court, Fareeda would do that, she would have to do whatever she could to get out of this bondage. She held her chest as she cried, and now what hurt her more was, no matter how much she wanted to rebel to his words and go out like he said she shouldn t, she couldn't go against his words. She didn't know why, but there was always a part of her willing to obey whatever command Mujaheed laid on her. ? Mujaheed stared at Nana s crying face and smiled calmly at her, "Why are you crying, Nana?" He asked, looking at the way her shoulder shook as she held the tray firmly in her hands. He collected the tray and kept it beside them before he smiled at her once agin. "Ya Fareeda, is she alright? When you called me I heard you shouting at her and I haven't seen her after that." Mujaheed smiled before he fondled her head. "You re so lovely, Nana. She s fine, I told her not to come out because you said she might get into a fight with them, right? Where s the hijab?" He asked, seeing that she hadn t brought what he wanted her to. "They couldn t let me get into the room, Ya Mujaheed, I don t know what to do. What I realize is, Ummah had finally agreed for Asma u to get married to you, what they planned was Alhaji will give you a very good job and you ll be well off, that was yesterday night. And they both woke up to the news of your marriage tonight. But Ummah seems bipolar, she seems to be happy that Ya Fareeda got married to you, but when it s in the presence Asma u, she acts all around about it. I'm confused about everything." "You shouldn t get yourself worked up, Nana, okay? If you stress yourself, you ll grow grey hair, do you want that?" He asked, and she quickly shook her head. "I want my hair like that of Ya Fareeda s, she promised to give me the products she s using." She grinned widely at him and looked at the tray beside them while clearing her tears, "I brought something for her to eat, it s past zuhr time and she hasn't even taken her breakfast, she needs to eat something." Mujaheed smiled and pinched Nana s cheeks, "One would think she s your younger sister, Nana. Don t you want to go in and see her?" She quickly shook her head, "I know she s still furious at everyone right now, I'll see her at night or maybe tomorrow. But don t let her come back into the house please, I'll let you know when they ve left her side." He nodded his head and she turned back, "I need to go before they see me here." He watched as she walked back into the house before he took the tray with him and walked into his chamber. He left the tray in the living room and walked into the room but what he saw made him nearly smiled. Nearly. She was curled into a fetus position on the bed as she slept soundly as though the baby her inner soul still was. He stared at her for a few minutes before he walked further into the room and sat opposite her, "Fareeda," he called her, but it loomed that she was far away from the land of the living. He softly tapped her shoulder and she groaned softly before she kept mute again. "Fareeda, you need to wake up and pray, you haven t eaten anything also. Wake up." "Please, I haven't slept all night. And also, my heart hurts, can you let me sleep more?" She mumbled sleepily and it was evident she didn't even know who she was together with. "Just wake up, pray and eat then after that, you can sleep all you want, okay?" He said softly as he tapped her shoulder again and she groaned once again before she began to open her eyes and when she had her eyes fully opened, she nearly screamed. "What am I doing here?" She asked while sitting upright before she remembered all that happened and immediately, tears came down to her cheeks, he palmed his forehead. "Please, Fareeda, I just woke you up so you can pray and eat something, after that you can go back and sleep all you want. That s where your heart doesn't hurt, right?" She glared at him when her palms got in contact with her glass, she recalled she had slept with it. "How s my glass? I've broken it, right?" She was afraid that if she did break this glass, then only one left and there was a higher tendency that she might break it in the next few days or months and then Dr Aisha will make sure she got an earful and she might even punish her before she got her new ones. He watched as she brought it off from her face and hissed softly while she cleared her tears and took it back. "What am I thinking? It s not like I can see without it. Do you have a mirror?" She asked and he slowly shook his head at her. "I don t have a mirror, but I can see. You haven't broken it, but you should be careful next time because you might not be this lucky again. I wonder how you can be able to sleep with something as uncomfortable as that." She rolled her eyes at him and stood up, "I need to go back home, I've stayed too long here." "You can t go back home now, Fareeda. The bathroom is there, get inside and perform your ablution, you haven t prayed. Nana brought your lunch, you ll eat after you pray." She placed her eyes at akimbo and glared at him, "You can t be ordering me around, Mujaheed, I've told you that times without number." Fareeda would forever be the most stubborn lady he d ever have an encounter with, "I m not ordering you around, and even if I am, it s only right because I'm your husband now. Just like you think I'm seriously getting on your nerves, you re getting on my nerves too, I'm just being more matured than you are. I'll call Nana to bring a hijab for you so you can pray, come out to the living room after you re done." Still, the air of command, of sophistication and if Fareeda wasn t mistaken, of power. He looked like someone he shouldn t be and sounded as though it was a sin for him to live the life he was currently living. Arguing with him would be pointless, and her bladder was so filled to let her do that in peace. And when she got into the bathroom, she wondered how a man could be so neat to have everything in its right place as though he were a woman. ? She came out of the bathroom and grudingly walked to the living room where she met him seated on the sofa and he looked up at her, "Here, she brought her hijab and a wrapper, you can use it to pray." He said and handed her the said garments before he pointed at the already laid out praying mat for her. Fareeda knew arguing with Mujaheed would be pointless, but she knew it would only be a matter of hours before she finally got fed up with his bossy attitude and walked back home, whatever was going to happen after she did should do. She prayed while he watched her and after she was done, she turned back and glared at the tray on the table, she couldn t argue that she was hungry, angry and very sad. "You should eat," he said and slightly pushed the tray in front of her, she rolled her eyes at him before she brought the plate down and began to eat. She was tired of having his eyes on her that she nearly choked on herself. "Why are you looking at me? Don t you have any other thing to do apart from looking at me?" She rolled her eyes at him an Mujaheed stifled a chuckle. What did she think? That he seriously enjoyed staring at her face or what? "What do you think? I'm just monitoring the way you eat, do you perhaps think I enjoy staring at you or what? Will you please just keep shut and eat your food before you choke yourself?" He said calmly and rested back on the sofa. He was aware of the glare she sent his way before she took her eyes off and when she was done with the food, Fareeda stood up and aimed at the door. "You don t have the right to stop me, I'm leaving." And before Mujaheed made his next book, the next thing he saw was Fareeda running out of his chamber and he followed her. She ran with so much speed because she knew he would likely catch up with her and when he did, he would make to make sure she regretted leaving the way she did. Mujaheed wrapped his hands on his chest and stared at the way she was running as a slow smile graced his lips. She was stubborn, and she was crazy as well.