Fifty One

I don’t know how I managed to get back to my seat without causing a scene because of what I saw. I wanted to rush over, to pull the hair of the woman who kissed him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk anything happening to my child.

“Pregnant, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Does your stomach hurt? You’re not speaking,” I suddenly remembered that Zain was with me here. He’s been asking me what’s wrong since I looked pale.

So I drank some water and took a deep breath. It felt like my heart was being stabbed with everything I was seeing. I’ll let him explain. I’ll give him a chance to defend himself.

“I’m okay. Eat your food before I take it back,” I said. He started eating, while I tried to calm myself. I’m in public; I don’t want to cause trouble. I don’t want a scene, I don’t want to be seen on Facebook as a grandma who loves to fight. I still have respect for myself.

“I’ll just be over there. I have somewhere to go, I’ll just be in front of you. Enjoy yourself for a while,” I told him, and