Haneefah POV
Preparations for Humaira and Fati wedding have been hectic, So many arrangements and plannings here and there. Today is the bridal shower and each of them looked beautiful.
I am now eleven weeks into gestation which awoke the diminished hope in me. As the pregnancy is getting older, the chances of miscarriage was getting lower.
Guess what!
My mother in-law is becoming a bit nicer to me even though she is much warmer to Ikhlas, her choice of words when talking to me had gone from spiteful to normal. Believe me that is an achievement.
I and Ikhlas both had our hennas drawn yesterday and she has been sulking and ranting that mine looked better than hers. I must say; Ikhlas is a blessing to our lives.
The bridal shower went well, all we did was coordinate the food serving and cheer the dancers. Yaya strictly forbade dancing, so all we could do was watch
Haneefah POV.We watched horror movie as usual. at this rate, I just hope she doesn't act one herself. Her love for horror movies is just too much.After the creepy part which always gets your heart hammering against your ribcage came the scary part that always make your heart skip some beats and your stomach churn out of fear.Yaya came back and joined us. He doesn't mind watching horror too and they both had a nice time making jest of me. We had dinner which I prepared as an excuse to stop my self from watching that horrible movie. I really can't understand the joy she derive From watching a possessed clown ripping people's throat off.And by the end of the movie we were all exhausted and ready for bed. We all said our good nights and hurried to our various rooms.I bathed and wore my nighty all ready to run off to Dreamland, switched off the lights before memories of to
Haneefah POV.We watched horror movie as usual. at this rate, I just hope she doesn't act one herself. Her love for horror movies is just too much.After the creepy part which always gets your heart hammering against your ribcage came the scary part that always make your heart skip some beats and your stomach churn out of fear.Yaya came back and joined us. He doesn't mind watching horror too and they both had a nice time making jest of me. We had dinner which I prepared as an excuse to stop my self from watching that horrible movie. I really can't understand the joy she derive From watching a possessed clown ripping people's throat off.And by the end of the movie we were all exhausted and ready for bed. We all said our good nights and hurried to our various rooms.I bathed and wore my nighty all ready to run off to Dreamland, switched off the lights before memories of to
Haneefah POV.And that now made me angry."WHAT THE FUCK !!!" I screamed on top of my lungs, making her flinch, a look of fear evident on her face which made me soften a bit."Am sorry I lost control" I muttered and she nodded her head in understanding. I turned and left for my room and I was glad she didn't try to ask me what was happening after all she was partly the reason why I was angry.I heard her made breakfast and she came to call me when she had set the table."I don't have appetite, just go eat then maybe later I'll eat mine" I said with a sigh." Am not having any morsel of food nor a drop of water without you" she said adamantly.Have I ever told you that she is the most stubborn person I have ever laid my eyes on? Well am telling you now because from the look on her face she wouldn't consent to my feeble excu
Haneefah POV.I was sitting on my dresser stool, staring at my reflection on the mirror and grimacing at what had become of me.I looked pale and void, my expression held nothing but pain and all I ever did was to cover it up with a smile. In short, I looked messed up.Haneef's absence made my sense of insecurity heighten. I don't know what's happening with Ikhlas and her sneaky act these days. She goes out without letting me know her whereabouts and comes back acting like nothing happened.I just wished no one kept anything from me, I would have felt more wanted and I wouldn't have to struggle in keeping those horrible thoughts from invading my subconscious mind.What will happen to me if it turned out to be that I will never have a child of my own?Will Ikhlas and haneef ditch me and move on with their lives?"Sure they will my dear,
Ikhlas POV."Have you come to rub salt on my wounds? Mrs Ikhlas The Homewrecker" Her voice echoed through the room.Her words stung. I knew they shouldn't have affected me, but they did. I could sense the anger and resentment that was resonating from her." I noticed you haven't eaten today" I said deciding to ignore her remark. " You need food to regain your strength" I added.She snorted." And what business does that have to do with you? After all you are starting to achieve your aim." She threw back.Another punch aimed at my bag of guilt.There was silence in the room, a deafening silence. I wanted to apologise, I felt compelled to tell her everything, that it wasn't what she thought but I fought against it.She wasn't in any position to want to hear anything from me, and I couldn't burden her with my
Ikhlas POV.The moon had begun to appear in the sky despite a trace of daylight still clinging to the sunset. The light colors moulded together made a ridiculously picturesque scene, which I was in no mood to appreciate.I sat on my bed sipping Apple juice. Staying in my room had Surprisingly become my day-to-day activity, I just had to keep my distance. I don't know how long it will take her to recover but getting closer to her is Definitely not a good idea.I was broken, I didn't know what to do. It killed me to always see her in front of me but with each passing second she was getting farther away from me. Those thoughts making my hand tightened into a fist.Whenever our paths cross, she hits me with spiteful remarks and she turned the table over twice when I set up meals for us. After a while I realized that my attempts were pointless so I decided to give her enough time and space to sort
Ikhlas POV. Life went on with my best friend acting like my enemy. Despite the demands of life, I felt a deep rooted content with my circumstances and the people I surrounded myself with. The familiar sense of insufficiency sunk in, forcing me to feel more insignificant than ever.Our husband is coming back home today and am more than excited. Maybe all these will phase out when he resolves it. I just can't wait to be back on track with Hannefah again. It's been two damn weeks since Haneefah declared me her enemy.I don't know if you understand what i mean but it's just so hard... Like so damn hard.I wake up everyday hoping that her anger will dissipate, she'll be relieved of her pain, her emptiness will fill but No, everything comes pouring back immediately she sets her eyes on me."Ya Allah if this is my own burden to carry, give me the faith and strength to continue pushin
Ikhlas POVDon't cry peaches before you know it I'll be back" he said hugging me, earning a glare from Hannefah.He hugged Haneefah too before disappearing in the crowd.I wiped my tears and followed Haneefah as we made our way towards her car. She got in and I tried opening it but it was locked. I looked over to her but she winded her window instead." I don't give two-faced people rides on my car" she said and then zoomed off.I was dumbstruck and stranded, I didn't bring my purse with me and I had no means of going back home. but on top of it, I was utterly heartbroken.What have I done to Hannefah to deserve this humiliation?Why is Hannefah doing this to me?I was still there thinking of how to get home, a little boy bumped into me making my phone fall off my hand. I crouched down to pick my phone and a One Thousand Naira Not