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r. She finished and threw the paper to the binway. "Now that I am all seated, I am ready to face you." She said, stretching her hand. The class was scant, because sh

red with a pink veil. Adeelah wasn't the type to judge people by their dressing. She didn't care about whatever someone wore, it's their choice. And if they wore the wrong outfit, they knew it. No one needed to tell them. "I am heading to the mosque Deejah. My legs are hurting. See you around." She guffawed. "Bye." Deejah replied with a different demeanor. Adeelah somehow felt bad. She knew she annoyed people but she didn't care. Once she noticed, it made her feel uneasy. Thing was, there's no nothing she would do about it. _________ He normally goes for two hours break and come back by four. He checked the time, for the ninth time that day. He was extremely hungry that's why. Ameer's eyes were on his watch when two clocked. He managed his presentations and shut the system off. He wanted to go home so badly and his house wasn't far from the place of work. Ten minutes away. On his way out, he sighted Muhibba sitting with Bashar, and Khalil as they praised her. They were telling her how beautiful she looked in the outfit she wore. It was an atampa but he didn't ogle enough to see whether it was a skirt or wrapper. It wasn't his space to invade. Muhibba was married. "Ameer, please come and settle this!" He wanted to leave but it wasn't on his style of life to reject people. "I am in a haste," he complained though. "Please tell Muhibba. Between her and Zaynab who can dress better? I mean who's more beautiful and se..." Ameer stopped him by yanking his arm. He pulled Bashar to the other side of the office. "Are you mad, Bashar? She's married." Bashar shrugged. "I don't care. If she respects her marriage, she won't do what she's doing. She wants to chill? I will help her freeze." Bashar replied, raising his shoulder in nonchalance. Muhibba would sometimes remove her veil and hang it around her chair. She complained of heat and how her veil restricted her from talking properly. She had so many admirers because among the female staffs, she had the sweetest voice. Sometimes her colleagues wondered how her husband let her worked in the station. "Fear Allah!" Ameer warned and scampered out of the office. His colleagues play too much. Ten minutes later on cue, he parked at the entrance of his house. It was a medium house. Just three bedrooms and two parlours. It was enough of him at the stage of his life. Ameer knocked and waited for his wife to open the gate. He pushed the gate and noticed that, it was open. So he trudged in without hesitance. He started by picking up the leaves that had fallen from the branches of the trees in his compound. He saw that, the flowers had not been watered yet. He opened the tap around, and let the water drizzle on the lawns. He would come out and water the rest. That was the first time he noticed something unusual. They had been married for just four months and it was all well with them except when he woke her up in the morning. She would nag for the whole day and pursed her lips continuously. He didn't like too much nag, that's why he dared not to wake her up again. To save himself. He pushed the door to her parlour. He met it the way he left it. There was a pack of exhausted milk by the doormat. He shook his head and picked it up. He went inside with a salam. She wasn't there. The parlour was large with a set of furniture including an ottoman and a classic round chair. His wife didn't come with it. He bought it himself because he loved them. By an angle was different flower vases cantered on a red painted ply wood. The carpet was lush and soft. There was a centre table in the center and a drawer by the other side of the parlour. The familiar scent of incense didn't welcome him. Although he didn't like incense, the absence of the scent made him worried. What's wrong with her? Was she fine? Where's she? She was perhaps in her room. Ameer went directly to her room. She had taken her bath and had tied a very beautiful head gear. There, she sat on the middle of her bed in all her grandeur. She was having a call with someone. He didn't want to eavesdrop on her, so he quickly went out, straight to his own