Chapter 64 40: Baby Made

"Where do you think you re going, Fareeda?" She heard Nenne s voice just when she was about to turn the doorknob to her chamber and enter, and Fareeda wanted to speak at the pitch of her voice. She stealthily turned to look at Nenne with a grim on her lips. "My room, I'm tired, I need to sleep." She spoke, as a matter of factly. But she knew that wasn't the answer Nenne expected from her, and if anything, Nenne would really make sure she grind her meat tonight from the knowing look on her face. "I'm not in for any of your uselessness, Fareeda. Where will you leave your husband?" Nenne asked, moving toward her and Fareeda kept taking a few steps, she knew she would regret it if she made the mistake of letting Nenne touch her, that would be the end of her for today. "What about him, Nenne? What am I supposed to do to him? He s downstairs of course, what else?" She took two steps behind her at once, because the rate which Nenne walked toward her, nothing had ever frightened her like this. "Nenne, what are you doing?" She asked, turning back to descend down the stairs. "I don t have to mention it to you, Fareeda, but make sure you don t get on my nerves for the whole of your stay here, okay? I'll make sure you have a taste of your own medicine." Nenne pointed her index finger at her, clearly annoyed at her foolishness. "Is this how a woman should treat her husband?" Fareeda pouted her lips and lightly stomped her feet on the floor, "How else am I supposed to treat him, Nenne? What have I done wrong now?" "Are you even asking me? Tell me, if he wants to get another woman into his life, do you think you can really complain or throw any fist? You neglected him, Fareeda, a man needs to be taken care of the same way you want to be taken care of." She wrapped her hands over her chest and groaned, "What am I supposed to do for him, Nenne? He isn't a baby for me to be taking care of him as one, please. What is all this about? Just because I'm not going to sleep together with him?" "What else? No sensible woman will leave her husband to sleep alone while she goes to another room and sleep, okay? Now, before I lost all my anger on you, go back to your husband s room." Fareeda was about to argue further when Nenne lifted her hand at her, "I don't want to hear any of your excuse, I'm not interested. And whatever problem you have with him, make sure you sort everything out tonight, because I'm not going to tolerate you acting as stupidly as you are now. Go back." She pointed down the stairs and Fareeda knew she had no more way of getting away from sleeping together with him now. She groaned and Nenne watched her walked down the stairs. She stood for a few minutes infant of the door and wondered what she should do. She held her chin up high and walked into the room. Her luggage was even in the room, Nana, that traitor, she would have to teach her some lesson very soon. She opened it and brought out her towel and her night dress. She wrapped her towel around her petite frame and walked to the bathroom, wondering where Mujaheed had gone to. Before she opened the door, it got opened and her chest thundered. She was about to turn back into the room to get a veil or even a hijab to cover up her body because she had promised herself that she wouldn't let him see her body ever again when he pulled her and made her look at him. "What are you trying to do?" He asked, his eyes following the way she carefully wrapped teh towel around her and how despite how she kept complaining about the shortness of the towel, she still hadn t changed a new one. She looked up at him, not wanting to stare at his bare chest and the v-line of his waist. "I want to find my hijab, I thought you weren t in the room." He was firmly staring at her but the softness in his eyes was unshaken. "And why is that? Are you trying to cover up your body from your husband, Fareeda?"he asked as his eyes began curving into a sly smile. She rolled her eyes at him, "My husband? I don t have any. Let go of me, I need to take my bathe and sleep." He chuckled at how furious she was getting and wondered when Fareeda will calm down from this anger of hers. "You don t have a husband, I will believe you in that. Then what are you doing in another man s room?" She shrugged off her hand from his hold and rolled her eyes at him, "Mujaheed, I've told you to keep yourself to your lane and I'll keep mine. Stop trying to touch me anyhow you want, I won t tolerate that, I've already told you." She sighed in exasperation, noticing that she wanted so bad to beat something. "Now, move out of my way and I'd appreciate it if you give me some privacy before I come out of my shower." She maneuvered beside him and got into the bathroom, banging the door behind her. Mujaheed stared at the door for a few minutes before he went on to get ready while he felt painful squirms in his heart. He didn t know why she was doing to him, why it was so hard for her to believe that all he did and said was true, he wanted them to get back to how they used to be, but it loomed that Fareeda didn t want that kind of relationship with him anymore. He wondered how she was able to turn him into someone he had never thought he could be, if only she knew who he was, what he had and what people saw him as, he smiled when he thought of the possibility of her treating him even worse than this because she was so stubborn for his misfortune. She came out of the bathroom and when she saw him still in the room, seated on the far end of the bed, she groaned angrily. She placed her hands on akimbo and rolled her eyes at him, "What did I tell you before I went to shower, Mujaheed?" "Will you please acting this way? I've always told you that you look so cute when you re angry, I'm afraid but I might be forced to do what I don t intend to do, Fareeda." "What will you do if you re forced? Mujaheed, I don t know whether all you think of me is that my threats are empty, but I'm afraid to say I really mean everything I said to you. Don t you even dare touch your fingers on me, I promise not to be so calm and understanding, get it?" She was furious and her eyes blared with anger. He just sat there comfortably as he even leaned back on the bed head and stared at her. She hissed softly and walked to the mirror to get ready, but aware of his eyes that were unshaken on her body, she turned to furiously look at him. "I need some privacy, can you please go out?" She asked in a clipped tone. "What if I don t want to?" He asked with a mischievous grin on his face, Fareeda wanted to smack him off. "Then whatever happens to you, don't think of blaming me or coming to me for help." If he was in for the game, then why wouldn't she do all she could to make it as hard as she could possibly make it for him? "I'd love to see you try." She scoffed and turned back to the mirror. With his eyes fixed on her, Fareeda began to get into her inner wears. She got into her night dress and walked to the other edge of the bed and looked up at him, he looked as if someone that wanted to cry. His eyes had turned to bloodshot, not with tears, but with desire. And she internally grinned, he wanted the game himself, didn't he? "I know if I make any barrier between us it will be childish and irrelevant. Just try as much as you can to stay on your side and I'll stay on mine." She turned the lights off and waited until she got laid on the bed before she turned off the bedside lamp that was on her side, making the only light illuminating the door coming from his bedside lamp. She laid back on the bed as she brought the duvet up to her chest, thinking about when was the last time she had laid on the same bed with him. Since the evening before she nearly died, that was the last time she shared a bed together with him. She thought of what had happened that day, how lovely the evening had been and how excited she was to cook what she had learnt for them. Oh, how she wanted so bad for their happiness to reign. She felt him coming closer to her and immediately jerked up, just as the words 'Your filthy body! A married woman or a prostitute! Rang into her brain. "Don t you dare touch me!" She roared with a voice that depicted how hurt she was. Mujaheed looked taken aback by her words and he placed his forehead. "For the sake of Allah, I m so sorry, Fareeda. I don t know what you want me to do for you to believe me, but Fareeda I don t mean what I've said...I was just furious and jealous as well..." She moved aside when he came closer, "I mean it when I say you shouldn t come anywhere closer to me, Mujaheed, unless you want me to commit a crime we both are going to regret later. Just go away from me. And do you know what?" No matter how she wanted her tears not to shame her, they did. Because they came back rushing onto her cheeks as though it hadn t been so long since it happened. "I don t care whether you mean it or not, all that matter is that you said them, and you didn't listen when I tried to explain, that s all. And also, don t you even think of saying you don't mean it, you ve referred to my body as filthy twice, how can you say what you don t mean twice?" Mujaheed moved closer to her and Fareeda immediately got off the bed, furious that she had nearly lost her sanity because she took the vase Nenne loved to keep her flowers by the bedside and pointed it at him, "If you come anywhere close to him, this will have to land on your face or head or body, I don t care."