"And what if I come?" His eyes shone with a mischievous glint.
"I am warning you?" I raised my index finger to him.
"Warning your husband?... well that's not very nice." He said placing both hands on walls either sides of me.
"W-what are you doing?" I panicked and lower my head as his body hovers mine.
"Taking a closer look at my ugly wife. Maybe I could find something that holds my interest and entertains me the time I spend with you."
Fine, I am not pretty but that didn't mean someone can call me ugly. My fist clenched and the next moment I hit my head on his devilishly handsome face with full force. He stumbled back holding his nose.
"What the hell? Are you really a madwoman?" He yelled in pain.
Poor him... it must hurt badly!
"This is not madness dear hubby. It is called self-defence."
"Giving your husband head but is self-defence?"
"It's a deal." I rolled my eyes and rushed to the bathroom. If I would stay there one more minute I would've run to him to look at his injury or might start treating it.
I quickly brushed my teeth and take a shower. Happy that I'll see everyone soon. They are much much better than my handsome husband.
Okay! I should stop calling him handsome!
I mentally slapped myself when I realize I didn't bring clothes with me.
Argh! What to do now?
I peeked into the room and found Ehtesham still messing in wardrobe.
"Ah!... Ehtesham would you please go outside for a minute?" I said after closing the bathroom door.
"Why?" I heard his voice.
"I forgot to take my clothes."
Please go out. Please go out....!
"Oh! I see... no problem."
Thank you, Allah!
"Tell me what clothes you need I'll give you."
Hell no! I won't allow him to open my side of the wardrobe. My personal things are in it. He may be my husband but our relationship is only just by name ... so, no way.
"I need to take some personal things too."
"I can give them too." He said without hesitation.
"Why don't you just go out?"
"Why don't you just tell me?" He retorted.
"Because I don't want you to mess up my wardrobe as you did yours."
Finally a sensible reason!
"Oh! So I mess up my wardrobe?"
"Yes!" I stated.
"Then why don't you come out and take clothes by yourself." He mocked.
"If I could come out I would've done that already. I am only in a towel." I yelled. He was annoying.
"Don't worry, I won't mind watching you in a towel." I can imagine he is smirking right now.
"You are an absolute pervert!" I yelled in irritation.
"Wrong! Wanting to your wife in a towel doesn't count in perversion."
I remain silent for a moment trying to endure my anger.
"I am waiting for my wife." He said huskily and I felt my heart skip a beat.
I walked outside changing into my night suit again and found him leaning against to wardrobe looking at my direction.
Ya Allah! He really is a pervert...
"Seriously, you have no charms at all." He made a displeased face and turn back. I quickly pulled a random dress and ran into the bathroom again.
"So what are you going to wear tonight Fiza?" Ami asked out of nowhere.
"Ji?" I stopped in the middle of applying butter on toast.
We all were sitting around the dining table having our breakfast. Ami, Papa, me and my sulking husband.
Oh! But he is not sulking because he didn't saw me in a towel. But he was sulking because Papa prohibited him to go to the office for one week.
Ya Allah! Give me the strength to deal with him the whole week and make me a survival...
"Your Ami called me yesterday and invited me on tonight's dinner. Don't you know?"
"Oh! Dinner. I totally forgot. Mummy told before but I guess I forgot." I gave her a goofy smile. I can't tell her that we don't have a normal relationship.
"Mummy!" Ehtesham scoffed slowly.
Why does he have a problem with everything???
Soon Sadaf also joined us and directly went to Ami and Salam her kissing her cheek.
"Go and Salaam everyone else Sadaf." Ami told her.
First, she went to Papa and Salam him, giving him a kiss on cheek also. She should go to Ehtesham next but instead, she circled around the whole table and came to Salam me, totally ignoring Ehtesham's presence.
Why is she avoiding him???
"Asslam o Alaikum!" She stretched out her hand to me.
"Wallaikum Assalam." I picked her up and sat on my lap.
"You didn't Salam your Bare Papa (father's big brother)?" She didn't answer and lower her face. I turned her so she was facing Ehtesham now.
"Salam him." I whispered to her and hesitantly she held her hand out to him.
Ehtesham, who was looking at Sadaf since she came in, he picked her up and sat her on his lap. I sense her little body tensed up.
"Are you still angry with me my princess?" He asked gently, kissing her cheek gently.
She didn't answer and wiggle to get down. Letting her go he sighed and said out loud.
"I think I should return the dollhouse I brought for Sadaf." Sadaf's running steps came to halt and she turned around to Ehtesham, while he pretending to focus on his breakfast. After a few minutes of inner struggle Sadaf came back to him.
"Where is the dollhouse?" She asked pulling his arm.
"In my car."
"Please give me."
"But you are angry with me right?" He teased.
At least spare the kids...
"I am not." She explained.
"How would I know?" He bent down to her and she placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Hm! Now you are not angry." He said thoughtfully.
"Can I have it?"
"Not before breakfast." Ami said and she took the next seat to him.
"Ehtesham you are not ready yet?" Ami asked me coming out of her room.
"Ami, do I have to go?" I whined like a little kid.
Honestly, I am in no mood going to 'Her' house. Not only I don't like her mother but her sister was annoying too. It's not like Fiza wasn't, but Maliha was far more than her and she behaves as the world revolves around her.
"What do you by that? They are your in-laws." She scolded.
"I really appreciate your stamina that you tolerate Fiza's mother and sister. But I am not patient as you."
"It's just for a few hours. Now hurry up." Unwillingly I got up and went to where.
As I about to push the door I heard Fiza's voice. She was talking in a very low voice to someone on the phone???
Quickly pushing the door I went inside, she startled by my sudden intrusion.
"We'll talk later, Allah Hafiz." She quickly hung up.
And why did she hang up...?
Putting her phone on the dressing table, she busied herself in getting ready. I also took out a random suit and went to the bathroom. When I came out she was nowhere to be found. I got ready and meet everyone in the living room excluding Fiza.
Where is she....?
"Where is Fiza?" I couldn't help myself from asking.
"She is talking to her friend on call." Ami answered.
A call again huh?
"Where is she?"
"I don't know. I saw walking into the kitchen." My steps start moving towards the kitchen on their own.
For some reason, I felt itchy, since I saw her startled behaviour earlier. Come closer to the kitchen I slow down my pace, careful not to make any sound. She was indeed on a call with someone. Her voice was so low that I couldn't hear anything. She laughed lightly at something and I lost my patients. Without making a sound I walk into the kitchen. Her back was facing me and she was completely unaware of my presence in the kitchen.
Tiptoeing I walk over to her and stood behind her to hear.
'Promise me you won't go back without meeting me next time you come?' She said.
'I can deal with my new family and besides no one has to know.'
Okay! That's enough...
I took the phone from her hand and cut the call. She gasped, looking at me wide eyes. Her face was like she was caught red-handed.
"Everyone is waiting." I stated and walk outside.
I didn't return her phone and she didn't ask for it. We both came back in the living room and Papa announced that he, Ami and kids are going with them while Fiza and I will come in my car.
Fiza tried to convince Papa that we all should go in the same car but Ami denied.
So she doesn't want to go with me alone???
In the end, we both obeyed Ami and Papa. Right now I was sitting on driver seat right beside Fiza. Driving and sometimes glancing her. No doubt wearing a flamboyant pink colour frock she looks quite... different.
I lied to her about her being ugly. She was defiantly not ugly but she was not as hot as my Sania. Unlike her, Sania has a very charming personality, the way she talks, the way she walks, her dressing, her style was totally amazing. Just because she said she won't look after kids, Ami rejects her and forced me to marry this oddball. I really didn't get her point. Kids have their own maid to do their work, besides they have me, Ami and Papa to love them and to take care of them. So, why does it matter if she refused to look after them, it's not like she said that she won't love them.
But Ami and Papa's mind was set on her. I wonder what she did to my parents. It's been only three days and both kids are already fond of her.
My trail of thoughts interrupted when her phone started ringing in my pocket.
"My phone?" She said like snapped out of a daze.
"Give me my phone." She held a hand out to me.
I silently handed her over. She looked at the number and dismissed the call with a thoughtful expression on her face.