15. SECRETS

"Words will never fulfill my feelings,

Papers and pens are fleeting,

The only thing made me feel alive is day-dreaming,

Which I hated a decade ago; screaming",

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"G is for grapes" she sang in the classroom full of excited and cheerful kids. Seating on the seats and following the rhythm of their teacher.

"Very good!" She exclaimed and the class turned into small sweet yelling as the bell rang.

"So, what you all have to do when you study at home?" her voice weighed softness so gently, the kids loved her.

"Memorize the alphabets and write the counting." Numerous voices echoes hit her ears making her sigh as she closed her planner and sat down on her seat.

One by one parent came and greeted her, taking their kids from the class. This whole time she had a smile plastered onto her face. Soon, all the kids were out of the class and she stood up with her side bag full of worksheets done by the kids and her planner.

"You have got a visitor, Zohra." teacher from another classroom informed making her nod and furrow her eye brows. She padded into the visitor room and gritted her teeth making. Crossing her arms over her chest. She spat at her elder sister.

"Speak."

"Ooops, it looks like you forgot how to respect your elders?" her sister smiled menacingly at her.

"You didn't need to care about who I respect and who I don't. Let me deal it by myself." Zohra's voice was not gentle. Neither it was filled with love. It was filled with hatred, undying hatred.

"What will happen, when your sweet husband will get to know what his sweet wife di-"

"Keep your mouth shut and I promise to let you leave from here alive." She smiled sickeningly-sweetly at her sister.

"You got some guts to talk like that to me. I know your darkest secrets." she threatened her. Her hands shoved in the pockets of her jeans as she walked and talked.

"Darkest is the far away thing, those are not even secrets." she scoffed sliding away her hairs from her temple.

"The secrets your husband knows nothing about."

"If you are here to argue then leave." Zohra was done with her sister's, drama. Gesturing at the door she said to her trying not to sound rude at all.

"I was just here to warn you." Zohra stepped too close to her sister tilting her head, she looked at her with a smile in her eyes. Smile of a psychopath.

"I am not so innocent little sister, to whom you can weave your pathetic lies and made me eat them."

She towered over her sister more and threatened her

"You know better than me, not to provoke me. I never serve empty threats." saying she looked at her sister’s fearful face. Sweat beads rolled onto her cheeks.

Turning away from her she spoke,-

"Sara should never reach my house. And if you even tried to betray me. You know better." her voice was full of hate and rage but skillfully calm. It was cold, like an edged ice.

"I was just trying to scare you; you know I would never betray you." Lateefa, her sister spat hurriedly.

"I am with you, only you. We need to uncover the truth they are hiding. We need to-"

"How many times should I tell you not to talk like this out in the world?" Zohra cut her off throwing a hard glare at her making her shut up her mouth.

"I am sorry."

"Go."

"Yes."

Lateefa was fast enough to understand her sisters words as she sprinted out of the room leaving her alone. Again, a sweet smile made its way onto her and she walked out of the room with her eyes smiling calmly. Calm before the storm.

Picking up her things she again walked to her husband's department. Passing the streets of the vendors. Sweet and warm sunlight cascaded over city making the people feel warm, sweetly. Cold breeze time to time reminded people that it exists too.

She was standing on the entrance contemplating to go inside or not. Chewing her lips she felt her back heating because of the radiant sunlight in the noon.

The sun irritated her making her groan in her head as she entered and greeted the receptionist.

"He is in the meeting." informed the receptionist smiling at her.

She nodded and sat down waiting on the couch for him. Thinking wrinkles formed its way on to her forehead, as she thought hard about everything. She knew her nanny was not a ghost. Ghosts, spirits never dies. And she even touched her hands and lay in her lap many times. It cannot be fake. Every house maids and worker saw that nanny. And even talked with her then how can they deny; that she didn't exist.

"I am confused."

"Me too." came a reply startling her.

"You scared me!" she complained, gasping, keeping her palm on her heart.

"Why are you waiting here, you can seat in my office room too. It was empty." ignoring her complaint he took her hand in his and stood up. Dragging her with him, he made her seat in the car and attended a call with a frown on his face.

"Okay, I will call you later."

"Why are you frowning so hard, it will make you look old." she joked punching his arm. He narrowed his eyes, as a smile threatened on his lips.

"The university want to me attend their program." he filled her with his information.

"You should go there." excitement shined in her eyes for him.

No one was so much excited for him like that, ever and he was blessed with her. He truly thanked the Creator and kissed her forehead saying nothing but a small smile playing on his lips.

"You should go, people deserve to know who's wife I am." he rolled his eyes at her words and drove off to their eating place.

"Tell me about your day?" He asked making her smile more widened. As she filled him with her routinely information.

"The kids were so happy and I enjoyed learning with them so much." she finished as he parked the car in the parking.

"You teach them." he forced on the teaching word.

"Mhhm, when you are with kids, you learn together, not teach." she sweetly shared her wised words with him making him smile.