Chapter 4 — Sorry

Safiyah calmed me down and told me to be very strong, and not to let Abdullah's sudden change get the best of me. Surely, time would pass and there would be another time. Isn't life dynamic? Things really ought to change and I would patiently wait for the best moment for that change.

I wanted going back home when it was time for me to leave but Safiyah didn't let me. She said I needed some time to redeem myself even after telling her I was fine. Well, I agreed to her because I wasn't actually composed. My grocery store's little office was hell for me so I asked her to drive me to her house. She was married with two beautiful kids, Aysha and Jibril.

When we arrived at Safiyah's house I rested there for a pretty much time. Her husband was at Abuja, so I wasn't worried that much about staying longer. She gave me more advice and thus, we ate and observed our prayers. I was so happy for the moment we shared and her timely advice which I would never forget. As soon as the Adhan for Isha' prayer was proclaimed I told her to drive me home which she did, for I feared lest Abdullah be very angry with me!

I met the gate unlocked, then I thought maybe Abdullah left it that way so as not to be disturbed by my knocks... It was obvious! And when I walked in, I saw Basheer's car parked close to that of Abdullah. I smiled, "Hmm... so it's because the Mr truth is here, huh?". He was Abdullah's best friend since childhood. He worked with the state government and was still single. He hardly create time for us, but whenever he paid us a visit that day would definitely be a very wonderful one! And he would stay for a night. We called him Mr truth because he believed he had never told a lie in his life before. (Smirks).

I salaamed and walked into the flat. Abdullah and Basheer were busy watching... what else if not Al Jazeera? Paddles of the same canoe!

"Wa'alaikumus Salam, our wife is back!". Basheer announced, smiling at me. He was sitting on the same couch with Abdullah. Very close to him.

However, Abdullah only gave me a glance and continued watching his TV. He didn't even mind responding to my Salaam. That was improper!

"Mr truth, good evening". I greeted with a smile, walking to sit in an armchair.

"Evening our wife, how two days?". He asked, focusing his gaze on me.

'Bitter', I almost said that, but I promptly changed my mind. "Alhamdulillah, how work?". I dropped my bag on the table and sat wearily in the armchair.

"Haba, what's wrong with you guys?! I can't even watch TV without noise again!" Abdullah blurted out, and that got me jolted.

I knew he was only referring to me because his eyes were only on mine. He was so angry. Maybe the fury wasn't just because of the disturbance but for my coming back home late. I understood!

"I'm sorry sir". I stood and grabbed my bag to leave, "But, have you guys eaten, or should I get you something?".

"Ask our stomachs!" Abdullah roared.

"Oh, come on Abdullah!" Basheer chimed in. "What's all this about? Since when did you started this? Or am I in the wrong house?". He was so surprised that he didn't met us the way he left us sometime ago.

Abdullah only shook his head and hissed. He couldn't say anything furthermore, what would he even say? He had nothing to say!

Basheer looked at him carefully, wondering what was wrong with him. "God Of Mercy! Abdullah is this you?" He asked.

Abdullah was still silent. Thus, Basheer signalled me to give them some space... Then I thought maybe they have eaten, if not he'd have asked me to get them something instead. Anyway, Basheer knew how to cook. He was a bachelor and was living far away from home, if he didn't learn how to cook who would cook for him?

I walked to my room and took shower before performing ablution and observing my Isha' prayer. I took my time on the prayer mat, I had prayed for myself and my home! And hoped that things get better really soon.

Thus, I got into my nightgown and sat on my bed with my back leaning on the headboard. My laptop was onto the bedside drawer, so I gently picked it up and placed it on my lap... I logged into my facebook account and checked on Yusrah Sadiq, the CEO of YuRi Clothing. Luckily, she was online!

[Me]: "Hi Yusrah, please is the suit I wanted buying my husband that day still there?".

[Yusrah]: "Yes Balqis, but the price is still N55,000 o!".

[Me]: "So you never reduce the price, abii?".

[Yusrah]: "Balqis you never reduce the prices of your groceries too na".

[Me]: "Hhhh, Alright I will come for the suit tomorrow In Shaa Allah".

[Yusrah]: "Alright then".