CHAPTER SEVEN
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I picked up a black gown from my wardrobe. I picked a red veil and red plump heels placing them next to the gown before sitting on the stool in front of the mirror. I smiled as I look at my dull image in the mirror. I'm more than happy when Ahmed told me to get ready he is taking me to Aunty Hafsa. I almost cried tears of joy. This means a lot to me. I applied some powder, red lipstick, and eyeliner.
After getting ready. I sprayed some perfume. Picking up my bag, I closed the curtains, switched off the light and closed the door behind me. I stepped into the living room the sound of my footsteps made him snap his head towards me. He stared at me with a bored expression. I found it awkward and I started fidgeting with my fingers.
"Let's go," he stood up and made his way out and I silently followed behind him.
He step into the car and I sat at the seat beside him. None of us said a word as he drove the car. I turned and look at him. It has been an entire week since that incident where he embraced me in a hug. I can vividly remember how I buried my head in his chest, clenching his shirt in my fist and cried out. It calmed me in a way I couldn't explain. It could probably be because of my situation or because I desperately need the comfort of another human. It felt like hours when I managed to pull away from him. I stared at my feet when he turned and left the room without a word. After that he just ignored me. Sometimes he will give me cold and blank looks. He didn't call me a w***e but that doesn't stop him from calling me a witch. He has been eating the food I will cook because he hates waste. Well that is what he said.
"Zara.. Zara.." I was brought out of my thoughts to find Ahmed knocking my side of the car. When did we get here?
When did he went out?
"Are you planning to stay in there?" He shouted his face showing how irritated he is.
I stepped out of the car. I found myself running to the door. Because I felt like I was not fast enough. When I reached the door I stop. I wait for him to catch up and we entered together.
The first person we happened to meet is Hawwa. She is lying with crossed leg on the sofa typing on her phone. She is wearing no scarf. A shirt and jeans with one side of the jeans folded to her knee.
"Zara.." She exclaimed in a fake voice as she rushed to hug me.
"Hawwa.." I mumbled.. Cracking my neck checking for the sight of Aunty Hafsa.
"She's in the room." She answered my Un asked question. I stepped in an attempt to move away from her but she held my hand stopping me from moving any further.
"You look pale. You've loss weight". She stated observing me.
She smiled evilly. And I manage a fake smile of my own.
"Are you?" She asked looking at my stomach.
I raise and eyebrow she smirked.
"Are you pregnant already?" She mocked.
"What? I don't think that is any of your business!" I moved closer to her ears and whispered.
"Get ready to become and aunt my dear"
All color drained from her face as she stared at me with hatred.
"You are a b***h!" She whisper yelled.
"Now that is very rude!" Ahmed called standing from the other side of the room. I turned to look at him with a shock expression I'm sure Hawwa have similar expression on her face. How long has he been here?
"Are you going in or not?" He asked directing his question at me.
And I trail behind him to Aunty Hafsa's room.
"Aunty Hafsa." I yelled the moment I stepped inside the room. My next words got stucked in my throat as I stare at the vision before me.
"Fatimazara" she smiled at me opening her arms asking me to come over.
I remained rigid. "Aunty Hafsa are you alright? Are you sick? Are you not feeling well? Look at you!!" I yelled as I run in to hug her. I feel at home in her motherly embrace. I feel safe and at peace. But she's lost too much weight. She look pale and skinny with tired bags beneath her eyes.
"You don't look so good." She stated. "Is he treating you well?" She looked worried. And the least I wanted to do now is to worry her.
I turned to look at him standing at the door.
"He's giving me hard times." I smiled at her. "He is very messy?" I asked.
"I'm not messy!" He retorted.
"It seems like you are doing fine." She smiled at me nodding her head.
I held her hand as I observe her form. It seems like she's aged ten years in this one month.
"What happened to you I asked. Don't tell me it's fever or stress.
If something is wrong with you I think I deserve to know." I pleaded with my eyes. I know something is wrong with her since before the wedding but she has refused to open up to me.
"Zara you know I love you right?
You know better than anyone everything happens for a reason and you have to put your trust in Allah."
"Your getting me worked up. Can you please tell me what is it?"
I have been diagnosed with cancer. I have cancer.
"What?" I took a step back.
And another one.
"Zara.. "She called
I shook my head as the water work began. I don't even know how or what I'm feeling. I turned to the door and saw Ahmed looking at me with pity. He knows. I dashed for the door and ran out. I could hear him calling me but I blocked him out as I continue to run. She has cancer. She's going to die. She's going to leave me.
I felt a firm grief on my waist as he hold me and pinned me to his body.
I tried to move out of his hold but he is not letting me.
"Leave me alone you wizard!! I shouted at him. Leave me alone you wall!" I tried to push him but all my struggle in vain. He has no right to tell me that it's okay. He has no right to hold me.
"Is she going to be okay?" I heard someone ask.
"I don't know." But I will take care of it.
The next thing I knew was that I was carried and dumped inside the car.
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