Salma's Nikahh

chapter 7

It's 3month now that I have been living with that monster in my house.
Always making my husband maltreat me. I don't even know what marriage is yet. I don't have any difference with someone who isn't married.

I was following a live video of @i am shagari on IG. Laying on my stomach to enjoy what I was watching.

The door opened wide.

I stood up in fear.

"Why scared?". He asked.

"It's... I stammered.

"Well ,am sure ya mabruka has told you she is coming tomorrow".

I nodded yes.

He came closer to me.
He grabbed my wrist.

"I don't want her to find out about Ammi or whatsoever is going on in this house". He squeezed my wrist.

"Okay. Okay". In pain.

He released it and left.

Tears started falling as I watch him leave.

He hurts me whenever he wants to talk to me. I cry as I look at my bleeding wrist.

My phone ranged.

"sister Aisha". I said.

"Hello. How are you?" she asked

"Sister". I cried.

"What's wrong?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Mubarak!"

"What did he do?"

I began explaining what has been happening at my house.

"Are you for real"? She shouted.

"I can't lie to you".

"What have you done about this? Don't tell me Malam doesn't know about this".

"uhm . It will just be as if I'm adding petrol to the fire. Malam doesn't pick up even when I call to greet him. And he doesn't welcome me home. I'm fed up".

"Urgh.....  You have to pray. Pray hard and harder. You should pray for change. You need a change in your life".

"I'm always praying".

"God will answer our prayers". She assured.

"Ameen".

"I'll call you every day to check on you. Take care".

"Bye". I ended the call.

The live video has ended.

"Mttsssww....." I hissed.

I have to make lunch.
I rushed to the kitchen.

What do I prepare? I looked around the kitchen happily. As if I wasn't the one that finished crying.

TuwonShinkafaa Miyan taushe. I smiled.

I tied my apron and began with my magic.

I went to call Mubarak that the food is ready when I heard them quarreling.

"Don't you dare abort my pregnancy"? Mubarak said.

"I'm a model for God's sake . I have a long way to go..... I'll have babies immediately I had achieved what I want to".

"Don't you love me? This baby is the symbol of our love. Please don't abort the baby". He pleaded.

"Mubarak. I won't abort any baby after this. I promise". She assured.

"I'll go check on dinner". I heard her say.

I turned to leave when she opened the door.

"Wait". Ammi said.

I turned around.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"No, nope. I just...... I came to call you guys for dinner".

"After you". She raised an eyebrow.

I don't know if I'm a maid or what. In my husband's house.

Throughout the dinner, Mubarak's face looked worried.
He left the house immediately after dinner.

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It's 12oclock and Mubarak is not yet back. I couldn't sleep so I waited for him in the living room.

I checked the clock again at 12:32.

I kept on staring at the clock.
I heard a car horn.

Looking at the time it's 1oclock.
I quickly ran upstairs.

I can hear him open the door and I could hear how he dragged his feet upstairs.

The door to my room opened.
I pretended as if I was sleeping.
He came to the bed.

"Are you awake?". He said with a weird voice.

"You are drunk ".I shouted.

"Shhhh......  He closed my mouth.
Don't shout". He spoke calmly.

"Do you know what?"
I stared at him in surprise.

"I got the best news of my life today and the worst news.
I was happy that I'll become a father and now I'm sad that I won't. Ammi is very bad. She wants to abort my child. I want you.". He touched my cheeks. "I want you to bare me a child". He kissed my lips. It's my first time and I'm kissing a drunk lip.

The next morning.

I stretched my body due to tiredness. I feel weak and pain. I remembered last night.

I was the only one in bed.
I dragged myself to the bathroom to get a hot shower.
I prayed.

Mubarak was the first person I met with in the corridor.
He slowed down when he saw me.

"Good morning". I greeted.

He didn't answer.

"You were... I tried saying.

He turned back.

"You were drunk last time. Out of fear, I spoke".

"Yes, I was. Do you pity me for being drunk or do you want me to talk about the fun we both had?"he said In anger.

"Nothing of that sort". I said.

"Look! What happened last night is just normal. It's just something I can visit a brothel and pay for it. So don't think I have fallen for you or I have accepted you as my wife because they are all lies. To me, you are nothing more than a slave".

I tried talking but he left.

I have to cry every day at my house. No peace just tears. I'm always in tears.

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