Isaac hurriedly ran towards me and scooped me up in a very tight hug, his head buried on my neck.
"I don't care whether or not you love me Fatima. For as long as you're my wife, I will keep you beside me until I've had enough of you," he uttered.
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Chapter Forty – Eight: Perfect State
Isaac's POV
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Fatima has been trying to contact me for a month now and I have been travelling from one country to another, if not from one town to another. She has been texting me furiously everytime I ignore her calls. Well, she deserves it. I don't know but I just had enough of her attitude. It's funny how before we had a child, I can still put up to her antics and her confusion. But us being a family should have entitled her to be responsible. Seeing that she still went to that Handsome Seven concert, I felt not only disrespected but neglected at all.
If ours would be a story, the title would be The Neglected Husband. I shook my head at my own thought, and sipped my coffee as I watched Ibrahim play ball at the rented house' garden we stayed in.
I sighed.
I still love her. And I hate myself for still loving her.
I made up my mind to go to the person who can best give me the advice I need. I got my phone and dialed his number. He answered at the fourth ring.
"Hello Mr. Aaron Musa. Assalamu alaykum."
Fatima's POV
I was a changed woman. I have changed and I was blinded, more than once, more than twice.
I totally understand my husband. But as Ibrahim's Mom, it has been one hell of a torture for me, not being able to see my son. I knew that Isaac is intentionally keeping me away from Ibrahim to teach me a lesson. Ya Allah, I have learned my lesson already, please return back my family.
I cried in my sujud. I cried in every sujud.
I blamed myself. I am entirely to be blamed.
After doing tahadjud prayer, I still could not sleep until I saw in my shelf the hard copy of The Unloved Wife. I got it and reread the story.
I wanted answers and directions on how to win my husband back. And I know someone who can do just that. However, the details of his house is something I am unaware of. Only two people I know know where and how I can contact Aaron Musa. One has left me completely and one is trying his best to stay away from me.
Should I contact RM or Isaac?
It's a marital problem. RM should stay out of it.
Isaac won't answer nor reply.
I don't have a choice.
I chose to text RM.
"I need to know where Aaron Musa is staying," my text simply said.
