THE UNLOVED WIFE

44. BASEBALL

Your comments and reflections of this story really inspire me. Each character and their actions are the means for us to reflect our Islam and the beauty of following Allah's Commandments. In shaa Allah.

44. Baseball

Amir's POV

I went back inside, anger building up inside of me. I want to punch someone. That someone being I don't know who. Surely it's not my wife's fault. Neither do I want to blame my best friend. I want to scream but went against it.

The rain was still pouring and its heavy downpour can be heard even here inside the VIP Room. I sat down and drink up the iced tea. Soon my wife entered from the door. She was removing the familiar jacket of Aaron. I turned my gaze away from her. The bump on her tummy just made me angrier. She was pregnant with my child. How dare she....

She slowly sat beside me.

"We were just..." she began to say.

"No, save it," I cried out.

"Let's just go home," I said defeatedly.

We both stood up and I let her leave the room first. Stupidly, I am just going to let things be. I cannot do anything anymore. This is beyond me ya Allah. In Islam, a husband cannot divorce his pregnant wife. After she gives birth, that's the time, the husband can divorce her.

But me, nope, I won't ever let her go. Not now, not ever.

What I heard was just nothing. Zai is mine and mine alone.

****************************************************************************************************

Zai's POV

I know I ought to feel empty and guilty. I am. But other than those two emotions, I feel so ashamed of my husband. He has been nothing but good to me. Even sweeter than ever before. Just like now, he prepared dinner for me as if two months ago, he did not witness me telling Aaron that I miss him.

"Would you want to spend four months away from Zamboanga?" he gently asked me.

"Huh?" I asked shockingly.

He wants me to spend the last remaining four months of my pregnancy in another city.

"Where?"

"Anywhere but here," he said, smiling.

Maybe he meant, anywhere where I won't be able to see Aaron.

"Hon, it's alright if you're mad at me," I began.

"Why would I be mad at my lovely wife?" he said, putting his fork down.

He reached out for my hand and squeezed it, showing that perfect smile of his.

"We can't just pretend that..." I started to explain.

He let go of my hand.

"I am not pretending. What I heard was the work of the devil. And I refused to let the devil break our happy marriage," my husband said, gazing at me.

My tears fell, with a wash of relief. Amir stood and went to me. He hugged me so tight and I held on to his arms.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," he repeated saying that until my tears were dried.

Then he pulled the chair beside me.

"It was because you and Aaron had moments. That was why you had feelings for him. But I know you so well. I even know you better than you do. I will never ever leave you. I did it once and that was the biggest regret I have ever done. I almost lost you, far too many times. And I am not letting that happen again. You were my greatest love, you are and always will be. So it's okay that I heard you. Maybe Allah wanted me to hear it. But it does not bother me anymore," he said.