Chapter 27 18: First Fight

"What if she doesn t?" He said again, pouring the milk into it. "You have no other choice but to divorce me for peace to reign, right? You love your wife or girlfriend and would love to stay with her at all cost. But why isn t she here with you all this while?"She asked, and Mujaheed dropped the whisk he was holding and turned to face her. "I don t care about what anyone will say to me about you, Fareeda. And even if my wife wants me to divorce you, I wouldn t be able to do for her. I'd be selfish at that." She gasped and palmed her mouth, "That means you have a wife?! Oh my god! Where has she been all this while and you ve never spoken about her, Nana doesn t know about her either, she would have told me." He pulled her to him and hugged her, she kept trying to get out of his hold and when he released her, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead and looked into her eyes. "I have a wife, and her name is Fareeda Kamal Sardauna, and not even her could make me let go of her. There, are you satisfied?" He chuckled when she hit him on his chest and spoke with a whiny tone. "My god! Mujaheed! I told you to stop kissing my forehead." And he kissed her forehead again and again until she hugged him tightly to avoid him having a contact with her forehead while he laughed and held her firmly. He was afraid of what would be of him if he kept staying together with Fareeda in a few months or even weeks. .... They made the pancakes together. And when it came to the smoothie, all she did was peeled off the banana for him while she watched him worked. It was surprising to her as well, but she was so pleased to watch him work while he stared at her after a few minutes and she would smile and take her eyes off him. She didn't know why, but watching him work from one end of the kitchen to the other as he worked was so pleasing to Fareeda. And right now as she woke up from her nap, a smile was the first thing that graced her lips. She took her phone and replied the message Adam had sent to her before she walked to the bathroom to have her bathe. She didn t know how she slept for so long and wondered how Mujaheed didn t wake her up. She thought he would wake her up? She wondered if he had been in the house since he left before she fell asleep. She was in the living room, watching the movie while she kept looking at the door to see when he was going to come in. She didn't miss him, she told her heart, all she wanted was food. And it was late in the evening, she needed to eat something. When she walked to the kitchen, to her surprise, she saw food in the warmer and Fareeda couldn't help the flutter her heart made. She warmed it and brought everything out. She was eating when the door got unlocked and he came inside. She watched him until he slumped on the sofa and he looked at her, "You re up already? I came in to wake you up..." He let his words trailed off while he placed his hands on his forehead, "My head hurts." She gulped down the food in her mouth and poured him a glass of cold water, "Here, take this." He stared at what she was handing him and then back to her face to make sure she was the one. Fareeda giving him a glass of water because he said he was having a headache? He better had this day marked on his calendar. He collected the glass and smiled at her before he gulped it down on the go. "Maybe you need to go and see a doctor?" She suggested, and he immediately shook his head. "No, I'm fine. It s just that I haven t sleep since subh, I think I'll have to take some nap before it s Maghreb time. Will you please wake me up after that?" He asked politely and stood up, Fareeda stared at him as if she was unsure of his words and nodded her head afterward. "I will. Make sure you get better when you re up, or else we re going to the hospital." He smiled and nodded his head at her. So, this was how the caring side of Fareeda Kamal Sardauna looked like? Even though he was sure she didn t realize what her words might have meant, but that was Fareeda saying her mind out. She turned her attention back to the tv after he had left for the room and was eating her food while she watched the movie when she heard his footsteps behind her. She looked up at him and without saying anything, Mujaheed pulled her up, "What is it?" She asked, and he pointed at the room for her. She watched as he dragged her into the room and pointed at the bed for her. "You haven t made the bed when you woke up, why?" He asked, scrunching his face up due to the pain that was throbbing his veins. "I wanted Nana to do it when she comes. What else? You re going to sleep anyways, so you can sleep and make it when you wake up. I'm sure you re better at it than I am." She wanted to walk beside him and leave the room when he held her back and Fareeda rolled her eyes before she turned to look at him. "What do you think you re doing, Mujaheed? I told you, Nana will make it or you should make it yourself." She rolled her eyes exasperatedly at him and he pulled her back into the room. "That s not what a wife does, Fareeda. You have to make the bed, clean the room like I cleaned the living room. And for Nana, Hajia stopped her from coming here unless she s the one that sends her herself. You have to start learning how to do things without the help of Nana." "Whatever, I'm not going to make your bed just because I slept on it. And also, I'm not a Wife to be doing all wifely duties, am I?" He stared into her eyes and saw how angry she had become in just a few minutes of talking and wondered what in the world was wrong with Fareeda. He knew he didn t have the energy to argue with her right now but he surely had a way to make her to do what he wanted. He threw her on the bed and she tried to look up at him, "What is this? You can t be adding more stress to my life! I'm not making the bed, I'm not your wife!" She thundered and pulled herself to stand up when he hovered over her. She placed her hands on his chest to avoid him from having a full contact with her chest. "Mujaheed! What do you think you re doing?!" She shouted at the pitch of her voice, struggling to get out of this cornered situation. He took off her glass, because he knew if he was looking into those eyes he might not be able to do what he wanted to. It might go from a threat to something he would really want. He placed the glass beside them and spoke in a voice that gave an air to command and Fareeda shivered slightly. "You might not be the kind of wife that ll make the bed after sleeping on it. But I assume every wife can give this wifely duty, am I right?" She nearly flinched when his hand slipped off her headgear and shook her head, "Give me back my glass! What do you think you re doing, Mujaheed?!" Even though her voice shook with fear and extreme anger, she dare not make a move. "I'm not going to give back the glass. You have to choose one, make the bed or this. Because I'm ever ready to make you do either of the wifely duties." He wanted to chuckle when she clenched her eyes shut and even though from her facial expression he was sure of the fact that Fareeda was furious, he loved it that she couldn t let her anger out. "I'll make the bed. Now, get off me!" She said and when she felt him lifting up a bit, she pushed him harder away from her body. "Where s my glass?" She asked though gritted teeth and he smiled before he put it back on her face and stood up. She rolled her eyes at him and he was still standing in the room when she made the bed and Mujaheed had to crease some places. She was truly a spoilt brat, he thought and smile when she stomped toward him with anger brewing from her eyes. "This will be a concrete warning to you," she began as she placed her hands on akimbo and he nodded his head before he wrapped his hands on his chest. "I'm all ears, what is it?" She pointed at the bed then back to his face, with the expression he saw on her face, Mujaheed was certain killing him was the only thing she had on her mind. "Don t you ever do what you just did to me, Mujaheed. I'm not someone you can joke with, okay? And also..." She let her words off when she saw him walking toward her and she took a few steps back while lifting her hand up to stop him, "Don t come closer to me! Stay where you are! Don t take my glass off again whenever you want to shut me off, Mujaheed. It might give you some power, or so you ll assume..." Fareeda wasn t done with her sentence when darkness filled her eyes and that was when she realized he had taken her glass off her face. "Mujaheed!!! What do you think you re doing?!" She stomped her feet angrily on the floor and before she knew it, tears were already rolling down her cheeks. She knew she had always hated it when her system failed her and she became the lachrymose she had always made sure she wasn t. Why would she cry now? In front of him? She heard as he gasped and tried pulling her to him when he shrugged his hands off her. "Don t ever dream of laying your hands on me ever again. And if this is funny to you or you enjoy it that I can t do anything when you ve taken my glass off, stop it. It s not funny to me, it hurts me a lot. Now, give me back my glass." She kept clearing her tears but it felt as though she had been waiting for a reason to cry because everything came back to her in a rush and she knew she had to cry everything out to finally have peace of mind.