Chapter 3

The next day , Mariam woke up very early which is so unusual of her .

       She got up  , prayed and quickly freshened up for work .

She remembered the last and first time she went to office late and Ahmad warned her strictly saying " late coming is not appreciated in start multimedia ".

She obviously doesn't want to loose her job . She put on a white gown with a white veil and carried the small brown hair brush before standing infeinr of the mirror .

Her hair that was so long is now at her shoulder length , many features of hers has changed after getting married to Amar .

    People usually say 'Marrigae is happiness' but her own marriage is the opposite. She finally covered her parked hair with a white cap and a white veil on top .

Mariam quickly made her bed and swept the small room , she then stepped out of her room and made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast .

She opened the fridge at least expecting to see either one or two tuwo but there was only boiled rice and stew on the fridge which is already cold .

She closed it back , Mariam decided to take Lipton tea since the food on the fridge is already cold and it's obviously Basira's good and she definitely doesn't want anymore problem with her .

She was just about to step out of the kitchen when the door swung open . She thought it will probably be Basira waking up as usual to cook for herself and Amar but she was proven wrong to see Amar staring back at her .

     "Mariam....." Amar called her name when he noticed that she's refusing to even talk to him .

     "Please move , I want to go " She replied ignoring the apologetic stare he's giving her now .

" Mariam..... hear me out please .... I'm really sorry I swear " he said pleasingly hoping that she will accept his apologies.

Mariam rolled her eyes and said " look please move ... I'm getting late "

Amar hesitatingly moved for her to pass which she gladly did . Mariam walked to the parlour to take her tea there before going bit to her surprise her mother-in-law is there , sitting on the brown couch it's her black handbag beside her .

     " good morning " Mariam greeted even through she knows that Hanifa is glaring at her now , she has never been good at communicating with Hanifa  so she feel so uncomfortable around her yet she gathered the  courage and sat opposite her .

     Mariam ignored the fact that Hanifa didn't reply to her greeting and continued taking sips of her black tea that has no milk or milk . Amar never wake up early but now it explains why he's awake so early , maybe it's because his mother is here .

"Mariam " Hanifa said after minutes of glaring at her .

Mariam stopped sipping her tea and answered "yes "

"Mariam! " Hanifa called again

"Mariam " Hanifa said this time around in a warning tone .

"Yes ma " Mariam answered with a fondues expression as to why she's repeatedly calling her name .

"How many times did I call you " Hanifa asked .

Maryam took a sip before replying with "twice ..... oh sorry it's thrice "

"Leave my son alone Mariam " she said with a stern expression on her wrinkled face .

Mariam cleared her throat unsure of what to say now .

"I didn't hold Amar " Mariam said to Hanifa .

The two of them stopped talking when Amar entered the parlor. He went and sat down close to his mother .

Mariam dropped her tea cup in the kitchen and stood up to go out , "where are you going ?

" Hanifa asked her with Amar still beside her .

"Work " Mariam shortly replied .

"Why can't you just be like Basira !?! " Hanifa asked

"How ... I don't understand " Mariam replied back , her grip on the exit door handle tightened, trying her best to control her anger .

" she always stays at home to take care of the house but you .... You must work !" Hanifa said

" Mama please ...." Amar said trying to stop his mother that's obviously not in the mood to .

" no ! Amaru! Don't interfere this time ! She needs to know that her place is only in the kitchen , only you can work " Hanifa shouted at her son .

Mariam felt a drop of tear sliding down her cheeks , she doesn't want to cry infront of these two so she quickly opened the door and closed it very loudly .

She went out and stopped a taxi which took her directly to her working place . She's praying deeply in her heart now because she knows she's late .

She entered the large glass building and dropped her bag on her receptionist desk . She placed her head on the table as if she's having a headache. Mariam heard a knock on her table so she quickly raised her head .

Ahmad stood in front of her large working desk with a furious expression, his brown eyes held a lot of anger , he's wearing a black suit with a white tie . His king curly hair tied down his head .

" you came late yet you're sleeping " Ahmad said , his voice sounding like he has sore throat .

" no ... I wasn't sleeping sir " Mariam quickly replied with wide eyes , trying her best to defend herself .

"I d you come late again Mrs .Amaru, I promise you that I'm going to sack you ! Don't you know that as the receptionist you're suppose to be here before anyone ! ?" He said and with that he stormed out and went upstairs using the lift .

    Mariam took a deep breath to calm herself down , she's seriously feeling like to cry now so she went to the highest building using the lift , nobody use to go there so she can cry to her satisfaction.

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