Got Married With A Kid / True Story

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After our wedding, they brought us to our own house.

Yeah, our house.

It's Grandfather's gift.

Grandfather is a rich man, not me, life's tough!

But wait. Uh, I'm freaking out here, I was thinking of what to do when we arrive at that house.

I can't even think of what to do.

I was so nervous.

If I was very nervous at that moment, may be, my wife was more nervous.

***

When we arrived at our home, Alhamdu li'llaah I found out we have separate rooms.

There were maids in the house and Hana has her own driver also.

Note: It's grandfather who gives them salary, not me.

I'm not yet rich remember?

We didn't talked with each other when we got inside the house, we just went into our own rooms.

That night, I badly wanna sleep but sleep just doesn't want me to be happy.

I was widely awake, I tried sleeping but yeah.

So I just decided to go to my room's terrace, a small balcony.

When I got there, I heard someone crying but from the moment I stepped on the terrace, even though I don't see who it was, I knew who was it.

I felt guilt rushed over me.

I just sighed heavily.

Sorry kid, I won't ruin your life.. Don't worry.

Wow huh, very nice of me.

***

Days went by.

I needed to go back to the university, I have enough absences now.

At that moment, she was in her room.

I decided to talk to her.

I knocked and entered her room.

"Assalaamu 'Alaikum.." I greeted and saw her studying.

She saw me and stood up from what she was doing.

"Wa alaikumussalaam.." she answered.

Even though she didn't invited me to sit, I sat in her bed.

"Hmm, I just wanna say good bye.." I explained further why.

I told her about college. Where the university was.

Of course yeah, she wasn't against it.

May be she was even happy to know that I'll not be here.

So after that I informed my parents, her parents and grandfather then left for college.

***

Weeks went by and we had no communication.

We didn't contact each other.

At those times, I admit, she wasn't my priority in life and I was extremely busy with my college life.

I have missed too much lessons during the days I went back home and I needed to make up for it.

I didn't have spare of time to even think about her.

Sometimes I even forget that I have a wife.

[Subhaana'llaah! Yassin was clearly regretting this moment while writing the story]

It was already 2 months after I went back to college.

I didn't even think that I was away from home for 2 months already.

My Lord, I didn't think about checking on her, even sending a message to my wife, I didn't do it.

[Yassin while writing that part: I'm sorry my wife, I was a terrible husband.]

Then suddenly, my phone rang out of the blue.

In the middle of the night.

Midnight.

It was my elder brother, "Yassin, your wife is sick!"