BK 2 chapter 7

"Where is my food" Abdulrahman growled, descending from the stairs while cuffing the sleeve of his shirt. My heart skipped with fear of what he could do. He was unpredictable.

"Your food is on the table" I replied shakily, afraid of his outburst.

He yelled and shouted at me but never yelled whenever Abdullahi was around. He was the perfect father to Abdullahi yet a great oppressor to me.

I didn't know why he married me, if he knew he had fallen out of love with me.

"What is this? ," he asked in disgusted, raising his brows while holding the plate.

"Food," I replied meekly, walking backwards slowly.

"I know, explain" he said exasperatedly, slamming his fist on the table which shook all the plates on it.

"You didn't tell me what to cook," I said softly, moving backwardly while he took other menacing steps forward while I gulped in fear. I wetted my dry lips which didn't go unnoticed by him,"So, I thought to cook..." he cut me off abruptly.

"Is your mental health not stable?" He snarled, shaking in anger, "is this what you called food?" he bellowed, glaring hard at me.

"A'udhu Billahi mina shaitan nirrajeem*" I whispered silently, asking Allah refuge against shaytan. ( I seek refuge from Satan the stoned one).

"What did you just say?" He asked, gripping my jaw tightly, making his sharp nails to pierce my tender skin and I whimpered.

"Nothing," I replied quickly, and didn't want to anger him further.

"Is this how you used to cook for your dead husband" I flinched, tears welled up in my eyes but I refused to shed it then he continued. "Did it hit a nerve?" He taunted me, hovering over me, "but S, he's dead. I mean DEAD" he laughed maniacally. "Or maybe it's your food that  caused his early death" he shook his head in a fake pity way yet his eyes held amus.e.m.e.nt.

He cornered me to the wall and then poured the hot droll soup on me and dropped the plate down; making it shattered into pieces. I bit my lips hard to stop me from screaming while he smiled mockingly.

He licked my cheek, bit my cheek and g.r.o.a.n.e.d, "Wow , it tasted nice on you" he g.r.o.a.n.e.d, winking at me yet they did not stop my body from shivering to his intimate advance.

He left me standing while he went to the chair. "Now go clean all this mess" he pointed to the floor and me. "And cook me a food within fifteen minutes" I sniffed, wiping my nose and eyes. In that process, I'd used pepper stained hands to rub my eyes and nose.

"Your fifteen minutes has started" he muttered, staring at me disgustingly.

I picked all the broken pieces, some pierced my fingers while some grazed my knees. I glanced at him so he would feel remorse or help but found nothing.

He turned his head to the other side, drumming his hands on the table as he gripped the glass cup in his hand.

I went to the kitchen, opened the tap. The water rushed out, making my wounded fingers sting while I winced.

When I was through with the new meal, I placed the food on the table and silently prayed  to make him eat peacefully without any complaint.

"Emmm ... Abdulrahman" I called timidly.

"What?!" He shouted with his mouth full.

"Ermm...you know" he slammed his fist on the table, making me flinched back.

"What the heck is  your problem woman?" he snarled, "Can't I eat peacefully in my house again?" he yelled.

"Nothing" I stuttered.

He stood abruptly and backhanded me hard on my face while I tried to muffle the scream which wanted to escape due to the pain.

"Why can't you let me be at ease for once?" I received a blow on my stomach.

"I love you so much but all I received back from you is betrayal" he sneered while I cried.

"Oh S" cooed, c.a.r.e.s.sing my cheek. "I hate seeing you cry," he said softly, his voice turned to octave.

"But" he gritted, "I want to let the world know you are mine from the beginning and you will be mine till the end." He stated dangerously.

"No one can love you as I do, you are mine" he stepped on my hand before walking out of the door, shouting 'I love you' as usual.

I crawled painfully to my room because I couldn't lift myself, as I wanted to enter the bathroom for the first aid kits, I heard my boy's cheerful voice making me smile painstakingly.

My pains worthed all that I  was going through.

"Momma" he called excitedly but upon seeing my position, he dropped his toy car and hugged me.

"Momma, what happened?" He asked softly, c.a.r.e.s.sing my cheek. A lone tear escaped from my eyes

"Oh, bibi don't cry" I sniffed, seeing my boy crying because of me.

"But momma, you cry?" He said, wiping the tears away.

"No bibi" I choked on tears while wiping my tears away.

"See momma is not crying" I laughed lightly.

"But momma, what happened?" He asked softly.

"Momma fell" I bit my tongue, I hated lying to him. I couldn't look at him because he was guilty.

"Momma lying?" He asked gently, weeping the bloodstain on my lips.

"No, why would momma lie?" I laughed awkwardly while he furrowed his eyebrows like he was thinking hard.

"Because when you said that, you were not looking at him" he caught me red-handed.

I smiled and hugged him, patted his back. I couldn't leave Abdulrahman because he made my baby happy.  I couldn't break my baby's heart. I couldn't leave because I loved him.

I would be strong for my baby.

I needed to be strong for him.

I would be strong for myself also.

It was my challenge.

Bonus episode

Um_royhan: Hey yusluv  *grinning*

Yusuf: Arghh don't call me that, I hate the Nickname *sneering*

Um_royhan : but you love it when Zainbee do call you that *rolling eyes*.

Yusuf : mtcheew *hissing*

Um_royhan : *chuckling* how are you?

Yusuf: Not good *grumbling*

Um_royhan: Why *faking innocent*

Yusuf: Why are you making her suffer *growling*, I'm gonna kill him for what he did *vowing*

Um_royhan: Hahaha *laughing* can a dead person kill someone that's living? *wiggling eyebrows*

Yusuf: You *screeching and running after the author*

Um_royhan: oh my God *running after her life*

Cut the show

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