All Chapters of Ice-Cold Heart: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Few hours later... It was eight, she was in the guest room, she had showered and was about to leave, she sighed deeply as she think about going back home. .. to the reality. Perhaps it is best I just walk away from all of this. .. I am tired of it all No one ask of me .No one want me? He didn’t see me at home and he didn’t even ask of me, I even unblock his number , but he didn’t even call or send a message , What is the essence of marriage when you both don’t care about each other , No one really cares about me , it is like they all want me gone, Even when I just want to mind my business, they won’t let me be, they interpreted my actions the wrong way all the time. She stood up and stared at the wall clock, it was some minutes past eight, she was glad she had observe her Salatul Ishai.She heard a knock and heart missed a beat...“Can I come in?” She heard his voice. “Yes, you can .” She said and the door opened , Luqman entered the room. The two stared at each other for

Four months later, She walked slowly into her apartment and cleaned off the tears forming from her eyes as she went to lay on the bed ... Tired!!Wasted!!!She hated herself and wished she had not made the mistake of being in that problem in the first place ... Even though she wish she had someone to call but she was scared she might have to explain everything from the beginning , Bit she didn’t want to let anyone know about it... Dhikrah number was not reachable ...And then she recall they had some disagreement some months back and they had not communicate since then, She is the only one that can understand this from the beginning ...But I can’t even let her know it all... Perhaps this is what I have to face for all what I do . How do I tell my family about all of this? How do I even start? I left the house because I could not live with my step mother ... I left because I felt it would be good for every one, And then I fell further into something that should not have ha

She opened her eyes and saw him dozing beside her and she sighed. If only he is still the same man I fell in love with … He didn't care anymore … He is just enduring … Is this how we are going to continue like this… Hmmm, and I don’t even have a child If I have one, perhaps it would have been better …I would have had something to hold on to … But I don’t even have any …I have none … And I might never have … Or should I consider IVF .. Ehn… abi, what was the reason for not wanting it before? Will he agree now … He suggested it before? It is surely going to cost us a lot of money. .. She sighed deeply and swallowed hard the tears forming in her eyes.She had been on admission for two weeks and would be discharged soon according to the doctor. .. He had had been there all through and she know he had a lot of nights to repay Aziza and the thought of that caused a lot unease for her … But she know it is inevitable. If only I had a child too. Oh, ya Allah, forgive me all

THE TWIST(The past )She sighed as she dressed up to go to her store that morning. He was still lying on the bed, he had return to bed immediately he return from the Masjid. “Are you not going to work?” She asked him. “I am not on duty.” He said and rolled to the other side of the bed. “Ehn, stand up and start going to your house.” She said to him and he sighed and sat up looking at her. “This is my house.” He said to her. “As if he pay the house rent.” She said to him and he smiled. He is happy she is in good mood. “You always rejected it every year remember.” He said “You are just so proud.” He said to her and she sighed. “Hummm, how best can I tell you that I am not after your money.” She said to him. “Oh, we can see that, Prof daughter.” He teased her and she smiled. “Dhikrah was here yesterday?” He said. “Is that a question for me to reply to? You saw her don’t you? And she was the reason you are here in this house.” She said to him. “If she was not here, I won’t hav

So Far, So goodAziza gave her a nod as soon as the call got connected. “As salamualykum waramotullah ... Ma’am.” She greeted. “Wa alaykum salam wa rahmatullah wabarakatuh... Who is this ooo?” The voice asked from the other end and she swallowed hard. That was exactly the same question she was asked when she called her just a week ago and the week before and the week before that. “This is Sadiqah ma’am, how are you doing today ma’am?” Sadiqah asked her and exchanged glance with Aziza who was watching and also listening. “Alihamdulilah, who do you want to speak with?” The woman asked again. “I ... I...” Sadiqah said. “Are you sure this is not a strange number?” She asked and Aziza collected the phone from her hand, “As salamualykum wa rahmatullah wabarakatuh Ummu...” Aziza started and the woman instantly recognized Aziza’s voice. “Wa alaykum salam waramotullah wabarakatuh Ummu Habeebullah, is that you?” The woman asked from the other end. “Na’am, how are you and family ma’am