Fauziyyah
My first day at work was splendid. So many people met up with me and told me how amazing they think my application is. They also said they couldn't wait to try it out. That actually made my day.
Because of how happy I was, the side talks my office mates made about me couldn't dampen my mood.
It's disappointing that they don't like me from the very first day. However, I don't have it in me to change how they feel about me.
I bounced on my heels as I waited for Sarah to open her door. It's been a while since we saw face to face so I decided to drop by. It was 3pm, I had a lot of time hence my decision for this impromptu visit.
"Assalamualaikum my one and only Boss." I engulf her in a hug immediately she unlatched the door. She replied my greetings before ushering me in. I noted that her mood wasn't too good.
"Oh! I see the reason for your moodiness." I said once my eyes clashed with her husband's.
" Hm, you're here. Maid." I shook my head sideways at his childish act.
"Good evening to the irresponsible husband of my boss." I respectfully greeted and followed Sarah to the kitchen.
"You can just pretend to be happy that I'm here, you know?" I whined.
"Yaayyy I'm so glad to see you " She exclaimed with a smile. It was genuine and that made me smile too.
"Good. So how have you been?"
" Just trying to deal with someone who thinks he can come into my life and leave whenever he wishes." Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. I didn't know what to say so I listened to her talk.
"I'm tired Fau, I want to get out of this marriage." An ugly cry escaped her lip.
"Talk to your parents about it Sarah. In Sha Allah they'll help you out."
"My dad would kill me, Fauziyyah. He told me to forget I'm his daughter if I ever get a divorce."
" What of your Mum?"
" She's powerless Fau. My dad would finish us both."
"Keep praying about it."
"I always will. I'm tired of living with a monster."
"At least we got to see a monster in real life. Remind me how lucky we are?"
"Seriously Fauziyyah? Was that supposed to be joke?" She asked with a raised brow.
" I guess?"
"Well, that was lame. Let's have cake, I baked one yesterday "
"Yaay, bring it out!"
~â¢|â¢~
I was met with yet another problem at home. I had to sit down to process the information Ilham was relaying to me.
"I'm speechless Ilham? Toh is she going to stay here with us?" I asked about their supposed step mother to be. According to what I understood, Bappa Sadu is planning to get married next week Friday. Does that even make sense? Life was hard already as it is.
" Haba no! There's no space in this house for another human. Maybe she has her children with her too. I doubt Baba would marry a young lady." she tries to make sense of the situation.
" Toh may Allah continue to bring ease to our lives. All will be well in Sha Allah. So don't get yourself worked up about this kinji?"
" I can't Fauziyyah. Ke ma kinsan abun nan sai ya sani mugun tunani (you yourself know that this is going to make me overthink)."
" Sorry sis, I can never know how you feel about having a step mother but just look at the good side of things. I pray she's easy to deal with." I encourage before removing my backpack and hanged it on the dressing mirror chair.
"I pray so too. Gimme a hug to feel better." She pouts opening her arms widely.
"Yes ma'am! Best in hugging." I teased before engulfing her. Between Ilham and I, I have no idea who loves hugs more. Hugs are therapeutic if you ask me.
"Should we go bake something?" I asked while we moved the upper part of our bodies side by side still in each other's arms.
"I would love that." She lets go of me and dragged me to the kitchen.
My stomach grumbled reminding me that I've not eaten launch. And it was past five right now.
~â¢â¢â¢~
Do you love hugs?âºï¸