Immediately Ramlah got out of their sights, she heaved a sigh and shook her head in disbelief. "The nerve of that man!" She seethed. After everything he did to her sister, he still had the guts to show his face to her and misbehave - she rolled her eyes. Had it been her in her sister's shoes, she wouldn't have tolerated any of his attitude. Sometimes, the way Zynah tended to give him a listening ear annoyed her. He didn't deserve any of that. She, for one, would never believed he'd ever be able to turn a new leaf. • Even after Bilal had left the hospital, Zynah couldn't stop pondering on the things he said. He had refused to spill the beans to her. He insisted that she should ask Rashida herself if she was that curious. Her sister said despicable things about her? But what? Zynah shook her head, an attempt to push the thought to the back of her head. But it was in vain. For some inexplicable reason, she felt very uneasy. She wouldn't be able to rest easy until the truth had
Despite being angry at Rashida for what she'd done to her, Zynah couldn't help but worry about her. Rashida was in so much pain when she was rushed to the hospital. Zynah wanted to go with them, but she decided to stay back. Not out of spite, but because she didn't want to go where she was not wanted. Rashida had shown her nothing but vivid hatred. She felt it was pointless trying to act like everything was alright between the both of them. But still, she hadn't stopped praying for her safety, as well as the child's. Zynah's mind then drifted to Ibrahim. After what had transpired between them the previous night, she felt bad for the way she asked him to leave. She had completely forgotten to call him. She sent him away when he only showed up because he was concerned. She sighed, dialing his number. The best she could do was apologize to him, and make him understand why she had to do what she did at that moment. Ibrahim picked up at the third ring, but didn't say anything. "He
Bilal didn't bother to knock before walking into the house. Zaahida was waiting for him in the sitting room. Immediately he walked in, she walked up to him, her hands folded on her hips. "I was so worried when I returned and didn't see you . Where did you go?" Bilal shot her a death glare. "It's none of your business, Zaahida. Please don't provoke me now." "Alright, I won't ask you again if you don't want to tell me," She said, raising her hands in surrender. "I have arranged the room we will be sleeping in." Bilal looked at her as if she'd just grown horns. "I'm not sleeping in the same room with you. This room has two rooms. Pick one, and I'll take the other." "Come on, Billy," she drawled in a singsong voice. "We are married now," she pursed her lips. "It's only ideal that we sleep in the same room." Scoffing, Bilal untangled his arm from hers and began to walk away. Zaahida puffed out her cheeks as she watched him leave. She was making every effort to win him
For the umpteenth time, Zynah heaved a sigh. It had been more than an hour she spoke to Bilal over the phone. He had given her his words that he'd be there there, but he hadn't shown up. Zynah couldn't help but wonder if he forgot. "I should call him again," she mumbled, picking up her phone. Just as she was about to dial his number, his call came through. Rolling her eyes, she received it. "You should have told me you—" "I'm so, Zynah!" Bilal apologize, cutting her off before she could complete what she had to say. Zynah's heart skipped. Was he apologizing because he couldn't make it? What would she do if that happened to be the case? "What for?" she finally asked after a full second of silence. "For the delay," he sighed. "I'm already out of the house. I'll be there soon." "Alright," Zynah replied before ending the call. • Bilal was speeding on the highway. He wanted to get to Zynah's house as soon as possible because he didn't want her to be disappointed in h
Zynah was taken aback. "Me?" She asked, pointing to herself. "You killed my child. You killed him!" She yelled, thrashing about. "What the heck is she even doing here?" "Ya Rashida," Ramlah held her. "Please calm down. Don't talk like that. What happened was preordained. Ya Zynah is only here to sympathize with you. Can't you see that? She's our sister." "She is not my sister!" Rashida thundered. "You're the only sister I have. I don't know who that is." Zynah swallowed a painful lump in her throat. She instantly regretted her decision to visit Rashida. Hearing her refer to her as a stranger every time shattered her heart. It was too much for her to bear. Standing up, Hafsa walked up to Zynah, and motioned for her to follow her outside. Zynah nodded, instantly doing as told. Hafsa took a seat on the metallic bench, and patted the space next to her. "Cone, Zynah, sit." "Why does Ya Rashida hate me so much?" Was the first statement Zynah made when she sat down.
Bilal was still awake, waiting for Zynah to return. Deep within him, he didn't want to return back to his house. He wanted to spend more time with his son, even though he wasn't even aware of his presence. Just staying with him and staring at him while he slept was enough for him. He couldn't help but imagine himself sharing a bed with Zynah once again, this times with their child lying between them. In his head, the picture was perfect. Bilal was still engrossed in his own little world when he heard the sound of a car screeching to a halt in the compound. From Adnan's room, he peeped through the window and saw Zynah alighting from the car. He quickly went back to the bed. After a minute or so, he heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the quiet house. He instantly shot his eyes, pretending to be asleep. • "Hey," Zynah mumbled as she pushed open the door. Her lips curved into a smile. The sight before her was beautiful. Adnan lying beside Bilal, his arms wrapped around him. Th
| FLASHBACK | Before Nazmeera could even start speaking, Rashida walked in. They were probably working together. Bilal was really surprised by her presence because none of Zynah's family members used to talk to him. "Is everything alright?" He asked, confused. The way Rashida and Nazmeera were looking at each other made Bilal to suspect that something was wrong. It was Nazmeera that started speaking. "You're my brother, and for that, I won't hide anything from you, even though it hurts you..." She trailed off, seemingly finding it difficult to continue. "What is it?" Bilal probed, his curiosity growing by the second. "Zynah has been having an affair behind your back," Nazmeera blurted. Bilal chuckled, a humorless smile that bruised his ego. "If this is a joke, then I'd advise you stop it! I don't find it funny." "It's the truth, Bilal," Rashida chimed in. "There's this guy who Zynah used to date..." Bilal's brows furrowed, a silent gesture demanding an explanation.
At this point, Bilal could keep his curiosity at bay any longer. His heart rate accelerated. He had a feeling something worse was coming. But what it was, he didn't know. "What did she do?" He asked through gnashed teeth, venom dripping off his tone. He didn't want to believe a single thing they were saying about his Zynah, but his trust in her had weakened. What if they weren't lying? He needed to find out the truth. "Go ahead... Tell him, Rashida," Nazmeera goaded. "You're doing the right thing." "Recently," Rashida sucked her bottom lip in hesitation. She averted her gaze to Nazmeera who in return, nodded, giving her the go ahead sign. "Zynah came to me with a problem," Rashida continued. "She wanted me to help, I was skeptical, but because she's my sister, I couldn't push her away." Bilal's jaw clenched, the veins in his neck throbbing. "Get to the point!" "Zynah is.. I mean, was pregnant and...and she believed it wasn't yours, so she came to me for help and I took her t