Chapter 1
Zara placed her right ear on the wooden door, trying to get through all the noise coming from the other side.
When she finally got through to it, she relaxed her muscles, allowing their conversation to sink in.
" Why Ismail? Why? What wrong did I do? " Ameera asked, wiping the tears off her green eyes.
" What do you want from me, woman? " he asked uninterested in her conversation.
" What do I want from you? What do I want from you? I want answers. I want answers right now. Right Now! " she said in stronger sobs, getting him off his cool.
" I have work to do, just leave me alone. I beg of you, I don't have time for your drama. " he said, putting on his coat.
" You are going no where, Isma'il. No where. " she silently said, her tears gradually drying up.
" And how are you going to stop me? " he asked with a smirk, and she held onto his coat, digging her short fingers into it.
" Leave my shirt. " he said with a calm, but equally daring tone, looking at the coat, and then back at her.
" Never. "
" Are you daring me? " he asked, increasing his signature devilish smirk.
" Yes, I am. "
Before you could say SpongeBob Squarepants, he landed her a tight slap on her left cheek, making her stumble, but her hand still on the innocent clothing.
" You..you.. Slapped me. " she stuttered, trying hard to believe what had just happened. Well it wasn't new anymore, but yet she still gave him a chance. A chance to be the Isma'il she once fell in love with.
" And I'll do it again, if you don't free me. "
" Just answer my questions, and we'll all be free. "
" And what are your questions? " he asked, feigning ignorance.
" Who is Aneesa Suleiman? "
" Aneesa, who? " he acted again, Damn! If he was a Hollywood Actor, He would've won an oscar.
" The Aneesa you have an affair with. "
" Ohhh, that Aneesa. What about her? " he said non-chalantly, licking his pink lips.
" What did I see in you? "
" Looks. "
" A mistake I made. "
" Is that all you wanted to ask? "
" No! Tell me, why? Why did you have an affair with her? When you could literally just marry her. It's a terrible sin, a very terrible one. Yet you call yourself a practicing Muslim. "
" I have an affair with her, cause unlike my ex-wife, she can concieve a male child. "
" You don't know, until she's pregnant. "
" Yeah, of course. Bonus, they're twins, what do you think I should name them? " he asked with a radiant beam on his face, she stumbled again, but this time leaving the coat.
" Why, Isma'il ? "
" Don't you think you've been asking that question for way too long? " he said, dusting the part of the coat she held onto.
" You've ruined countless by this, are you aware? "
" Have fun with your um.. Religion math, I deal with money math darling."
She felt disgusted, to think he was a man she was once head over heels in love with.
Regaining her balance, she blocked the entrance, as he was about to touch the golden door Knob.
" Want another damn slap? I'm energised. "
" Divorce Me. "
" What? "
" Divorce me, I want to end things with you, now! "
" I was actually going to send you the divorce papers, but thank Allah you've proposed it. I don't have it with me, maybe I'll... "
" Quiet! I said quiet. We're muslims, we got married as Musims, and we'll end this as Muslims. "
" The Sayyidah has spoken.."
She closed her eyes, hoping it'd make her stop hearing the three words that ended her twenty year old marriage.
Ameera went in front of her Teenage daughter's door, planning on how she was going to tell her, she had ended things with her father. Funny she felt that way when she was about to tell her father, she was marrying a black man ' Nigerian to be specific.
The door knob turned, and opened to reveal a giddy youngster.
" Pack your things before we get late. "
" Late for what? "
" My bad. Mum, I heard everything. Let's go, I can't stand another second, here. " she said, leaving her baffled mother to run pack her things.
" I'm so happy you left that Dog, mum. Atleast one good thing has finally happened. Goodbye House, Ain't gonna miss you. "
