Introduce me to her shall you?

Chapter 15

With everything going too well between me and Zafar I find it heartbreaking that we will have to part soon. I saw a different side of him from his goofy playful side to his trying to put his foot down side. I guess that's how the majority of the men in my lives were raised, they were given values that enhanced their character…majority of the women in our community are hot-headed so a timid, peaceful man is raised to deal with such aspects.

The honeymoon was supposed to be this week, but I and the hubby decided to cancel it, or postpone it for when we are both ready to take that step. We do not know how everything is going to turn out after the split and the lord alone knows what's going to happen during that time. A little disappointed for not having to go to Hawaii…but it was too short notice as well and I was tired of feeling like everything was a bit too rushed.

We slowly wrapped the newly bought home and packed up our valuables for shipping. After the award ceremony at the University, we have our planes to catch. Two different countries, millions of miles away from each other, the biggest challenge that I would have to face. I heard about millions of online relationships or long-distance ones, but never of a long-distance marriage.

Speaking of marriage, Elhams getting hitched soon…with that tyrant. I hated that guy Zayn with everything on the inside of me, I hate him with a passion. There's obviously only one explanation for all of this, her parents probably found out about the entire pregnancy fiasco and then went searching for the guy so that he can correct his wrongs. Funny thing actually cause this guy is going to father her future children, this man is going to become her moral support and whatnot. I remember how he treated her when they were dating, he would force her to do un-Islamic things in front of me…and then hit her when she refused…I think he got a beating or two from me once upon a time.

He would get drunk and abuse her, he would force her to go clubbing and made sure that she never spoke about the emotional or physical abuse he put her through. A terrible traitorous soul, the weird part of it all is that Elham endured it for years.

" Nura hurry up, it's 6 am now we'll be late for our jog."

"coming, you know you don't have to do this…and I know that you doing this just to prove a point."

" My masculinity is threatened by your friend…i wouldn't be bothered if he was stuck here in South Africa. But after hearing that he'll be in Japan as well, I don't feel too good."

" now you just being unreasonable…you're perfect just the way you are, but then again I enjoy watching you gasp for air as we run up the mountain…hilarious, nothing and no one can replace such a beautiful moment."

"You're literally the biggest villain in my books when it comes to helping me keep fit."

" let's go, I'll give you a head start."

" you'll regret it, missy, today I'm putting you in your place."

Our marriage is so lively. We have occasional family dinners and go to public events together as his father's business representatives. The only thing that's been bothering both of us lately is his biological mother's return. He refused to visit her since her arrival and avoided any topic based on her or what happened to him as a kid. So he basically built this wall around him that keeps me on the outside about his childhood trauma, another reason why I did not know that it was him at first was because of the stepmother...who I just found out about the night of the wedding as well, she was always the second wife apparently...all of this yells RED FLAGS...

It's a surprise as well, he was closer to his mother than to his father, but that's a story for another day, as long as we do not end up tragically as his parents did.

" ha, I win again, told you that you wouldn't beat me."

He stopped in front of the house gasping for air, " I let you win okay."

"sure..."

I handed him a bottle of water and opened the door, we had our usual breakfast, then checked our emails.

It felt good not stressing over exams, it felt good having 3 or more meals a day, it felt good sleeping for 8-10 hours instead of 3-6. It felt good being wrapped in Zafar's arms, it felt good looking into his eyes, it felt good sketching him and driving through sunsets with him, but I would not say that I love him. everything was perfect..to perfect.

There was a knock on the door during lunchtime, which was odd since we told everyone that we only having them for dinner.

" get the door!" he yelled from upstairs

" Okay, " I say opening the door, to find a woman standing on the outside.

I did not know her, she looked familiar. I could not catch who she resembled, dressed in a Gucci abaya (cloak) with sunglasses…for the clouds, I'm guessing cause there was zero sun on the outside. A full face of makeup that easily made her look younger than she actually was.

" asalamualikum (peace be upon you) may I come in."

"walikumsalam...Ummm I'm sorry but the old tenets sold the house maybe…"

" I'm here for Zafar," she said coldly cutting me off.

" oh Maaf (sorry), but you don't understand..he never mentioned any friends coming over," I say trying not to be rude.

Zafar rushed down as soon as he smelt the burning rice. He stopped midway, as his eyes caught a glimpse of the woman at our door…his entire expression changed, he looked all pale like as if he had just seen a ghost or something out of the usual.