They fought again when they met at home in the afternoon. Dashtan slammed the suit he had taken off his body onto the living room sofa when he saw Rakia passing by the living room and going towards the kitchen. He approached the woman who had also stopped waiting for him. He looked at Rakia with all the emotions mixed inside him. “Don’t make our relationship more difficult.” Dashtan began his attack. “Tell that to yourself. I’m just trying to make myself comfortable from the mess you made.” Rakia parried the attack so nicely that Dashtan was entirely surprised by it. It hit him hard. He stared at Rakia with his jaw set, his gaze sharp and intent on discouraging the woman. But Rakia changed quickly because of the circumstances that began to pressure her; she became immune to every threat. “So you’re going to hate me?” The question caused Rakia’s forehead to rise and her lips to a purse. She thought. “Probably yes, but I honestly thought of another idea.” Rakia responded to the curr
After Rakia returned from Peru, she found Dashtan and Dalilah arguing in the living room. They hadn’t noticed her presence, so Rakia had watched them say with a flat expression. While in Peru, she pondered whether to move into her new apartment immediately or wait for the right moment. She listened to the material debated by the two humans upsetting her lately. They still discussed Dalilah’s insistence on moving in with Dashtan and Rakia. “Ash! I’m your wife now, too, and we’ve agreed to go through with this until you fix your mistake.” Dalilah spoke with anger visible in her eyes. Dashtan sighed while Rakia was confused and wondered. “Did they discuss this while I was gone? Oh, my God... It’s a good thing I came back today.” Her mind began to nag. “Yes, I know that, but I can’t hurt Rakia by making you guys share a house and fight every day, I’m the aggrieved one here, this is my house and I’m free to decide who can live here.” Dashtan persisted in arguing. “Are you going to let
Dashtan helped Rakia move the woman’s belongings to his room. Rakia was arranging her clothes in Dashtan’s wardrobe, which was empty and unused by the man. When Dashtan had finished carrying all of Rakia’s belongings to his room, he approached the woman at his side of the room, which was a special place to store his clothes. He sat on the floor leaning against his other closed wardrobe near Rakia’s. “You don’t want to get a new wardrobe?” Dashtan tried to make conversation. “No, what for?” Rakia answered at once without looking at Dashtan; she was busy with her clothes. “It might not be enough for your stuff.” Rakia shrugged, reluctant to chat with the man, especially after the afternoon incident. To her, Dashtan was starting to feel a little stranger. “No need, anyway if this closet is not enough I can store my other stuff in my apartment. I’ll most likely move there too.” Dashtan snorted at Rakia’s words. He rolled his eyes and clucked, then reprimanded, “Rakia... I just want
By midday, Dalilah arrived at Dahstan’s house with a number of items she had brought from her home. Several men were helping her carry her belongings into the room that Rakia had occupied. Dashtan had told Mrs Hunt about Dalilah’s arrival, who would be staying at her house. The woman also helped the men Dalilah had hired to lift her belongings. While the people were busy stealing their belongings, she observed every corner of Dashtan’s house. She was checking the living room, where there wasn’t much stuff. There was only a piano and a sofa set, complete with a table in the middle, a flat-screen television, and a sofa in front of the TV with a soft, fluffy fur rug underneath. “Ma’am, everything is finished.” One of the men she hired to help her move in reported to her when their work was done. Dalilah went out with the man and gave some money to the man she had spoken to before he left. After the men left, Dalilah began to take out her clothes and organize them in the closet, along wi
Dashtan woke up first and looked ready for the office while Rakia was still getting dressed in the wardrobe room. As Dashtan came out of the room and headed towards the kitchen, he found Dalilah preparing breakfast. The woman turned her head when she saw Dashtan from the tail of her eyes. “Hi, come here, let’s have breakfast together,” invited Dalilah, who tried to look friendly and cheerful. Dashtan exhaled loudly. He stared at the two cups of coffee sitting on the granite countertop and stared at the toast with scrambled eggs. As Dashtan approached the table, Rakia came and also closed the table. The woman stared at the breakfast spread on the table. Dalilah looked at Rakia with a nervous gesture; to her, the woman was like a ruthless despot. “Did you make it?” asked Rakia in a curious tone while looking at Dalilah. The woman nodded nervously; Rakia snorted and then passed from the table to the cabinet to make her breakfast. She took the oatmeal from the top cabinet and picked up
That afternoon, after Rakia brought the noon news and went to the downstairs cafeteria, she was surprised to find Dashtan waiting for her there. The man gave Rakia a look that signaled her to come over and sit with him at the table. Rakia sighed and complied with the man's request."Why are you still here?" asked Rakia as she sat down in the chair opposite Dashtan."I was waiting for you, let's eat together." Dashtan expressed his wish and then called the servers to order. Rakia ordered as well when the man ordered food."Why didn't you refuse the interview? You should have kept your distance from the media." Rakia let out her thoughts. In the middle of an unfavorable situation like this, the man proudly appeared in public. He let people pry into his private life. Dashtan sighed at Rakia's rant."I thought you wanted to host the show, so I just accepted." It was an honest answer. The woman in front of her rolled her eyes."The people out there will talk about you, you may think you ha
Dashtan won the lunch. Rakia frowned at the man, not expecting to lose the bet when she was so sure she would win. But her certainty of victory faded when she saw the menu, which mainly consisted of spicy food. She didn't like spicy food because it was terrible for her stomach. Dashtan smiled with a triumphant aura that annoyed Rakia a little. "Stop that stupid smile; now, quickly tell me your request," Rakia said harshly. Dashtan chuckled with a happy heart because he had successfully teased his wife. He knew that Rakia didn't like spicy food. "Do you remember my total request? I've already used it once, so there are five more to go." The man reminded, and Rakia could only sigh in resignation. Dashtan made a thoughtful face, then snapped his fingers after he had found what he wanted. "This time I will make two demands at once," he said, and Rakia frowned. "First, you must accept the new position I will give you at DS, as Program Manager, and second, you must be willing to carry m
When Rakia arrived home, she was greeted by Dalilah and Dashtan's emotional conversation. She could only walk by without intending to see them arguing; her curiosity about anything was low. She just went straight to her room and changed. After seeing her father, she suddenly changed her mood and didn't want to think about anything. Dahstan came and surprised her while she was getting dressed. "Hi, is something wrong Habibti?" He stood in front of his wardrobe across from Rakia's. "No, I'm just tired," Rakia replied as she closed the closet door, walked away from her husband to the dressing table, and sat down. It was seven in the evening. "I'm going out with Dalilah; she said she would buy something at the supermarket," Dashtan told her, and Rakia nodded. But the man found her gesture strange. He put both hands on Rakia's shoulders and looked at her through the mirror. "Do you need something? I'll buy it for you." Rakia, combing her hair, stopped immediately and looked at her hus