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The sunlight beamed through the window. Light spilled between the curtains. Shards of sunlight, like broken glass, projected out of the window, illuminating the room. Hidayah closed her eyes tighter, trying to elongate the darkness for sometime more as the morning light danced around her bed loudly in circles.

She uncovers her body from the soft duvet and settled down on the bed. She heard a knock from the door before it creaked open. She looked over her shoulder as Nafisa walked towards her, holding a tray. "Yaya Hidayah, good morning. Get up and brush your teeth then eat. Your husband called not long ago and he wants to speak to you." Nafisa went ahead and dropped the tray beside her on the bed and moved to the closet.

"Omg he kept asking what we did the past few days he didn't call. I actually wanted to wake you up when kept asking about you but he warned me not to disturb your 'beauty sleep' as he said. Do you know what he said?" Nafisa brought out a chic closed floral gown and laid it on the sofa. Hidayah continued listening, just in case there was a clue to what Nafisa was doing. "Nafisa!" She questioned with a brow raised.

"What? I'm picking out an outfit for you for the day." She squealed as she picked up the dress from the sofa and walked to the bed. "This should be it." Her hands on her waist as she stared at the dress. Hidayah turned her head over and examined it. "Hey, what? He... he asked me to take you out for shopping and also to the spa."

Her breathing had become light and her mouth gaped. "He.... He said that? Ahmad said I can go... outside?" Her mouth hung open in awe. They have been married for four months but she could audibly remember the times she had gone out. Ever since they got married she has been nothing but miserable and uncomfortable. He never allows her to step foot out of the house, she had no phone with her, nothing to do but stay in her prison-like room. She couldn't wait to start serving her country. At least he won't be able to stop her from going out to work.

"C'mon, get up and freshen up. Your breakfast is getting cold." Nafisa interrupted her ocean of thoughts and ushered her to the bathroom.

It was passed zuhr prayer when the two ladies headed out with the driver. They first branched at the shopping mall. And after taking almost everything they touched, they walked to the cashier and paid for everything. "Okay, where on earth did you get that kind of money to pay for this stuff." Hidayah raised the shopping bags dramatically. "Your husband of course." She shrugged her shoulders and walked ahead of Hidayah.

Hidayah hissed aggrievedly and also followed Nafisa to the car. All she wanted was to visit ummah but it wasn't part of the deal. "He has specifically told me to take you out to the spa and go shopping then return his wife home, safely. You want him to hang me alive? No way, when he comes back you can ask him that, or even better, let me call him and you'd ask for permission now, huh?"

Hidayah glared at her, a boiling fury swelled inside of her. "I would rather keep living in that dungeon than to ask that useless man for permission!" Nafisa bulged her eyes out and shook her head. "So you admit that you do want to stay with him." She flashes Hidayah a half smile and looked out the window. Hidayah felt a knot tied in her throat. The last thing she'd want was for someone to think she actually wants to continue living with that man. She hated him because he has ruined her life, damaged her relationship with her boyfriend, Adam. Oh Adam, she hoped he was doing okay without her. It's been so long since they spoke, since the very night that wicked man broke her phone. She heaved a sigh, eyes glued to the window even thought her mind was elsewhere. Grief swept through her system, enveloping her body. Ahmad has really done so much damage to her mental health and she hated every single thing about him. Her face twisted; her skin crinkled in anger and rage. She will definitely have her freedom real soon.

"And... we're here, c'mon." Nafisa dropped down from the car immediately and headed towards the entrance of the spa. Hidayah stepped out, and with slow strides, she followed Nafisa into the spa.

Just like Ahmad asked her to get his wife's skin pampered, her skin was caressed till it was soft as a baby's skin. She got her hair done also and hands were adorned with black henna. It was already passed Isha when they left the place and retired home.

She sat on her bed, after taking another bath. She stared at her hands, smiling. Hidayah was a big fan of henna, especially black henna. It was the only reason why she agreed to the treatments she got. Her body was so relaxed as her skin felt so tender. She smiled again and looked at her hands one last time before hitting the pillow to sleep.

The next morning, Nafisa woke her up early. "C'mon please wake up. He really wants to talk to you, ya Hidayah just this once. Since he left he always called almost everyday but you never talk to him." Nafisa was a little upset and disappointed in Hidayah. It has been three weeks since Ahmad left and not for once has Hidayah ever spoken to him. "Look, Nafisa stop disturbing me about this man. What does he want to say to me? What does he want from me? He locked me up in this house and what next?" Hidayah was very discomfited and uncomfortable in the house. All she wanted was to be free from him. Leave the country if it means staying far away from him. He was a monster to her.

Nafisa heaved a long sigh to dial down her anger. "Okay, that's fine. That's okay. Let's get to cleaning then, the house is a bit dusty." Nafisa stated as she sauntered out of the room. Hidayah got off her bed and sashayed into her bathroom.

An hour later, they started cleaning the house. Nafisa had to throw a flock of tantrum before Hidayah agreed to clean his room. Face twisted with annoyance, she walked into his room. It was plain but beautiful. Even bigger than hers. She shrugged her shoulders and started cleaning. She caught sight of a picture on his side drawer, looked at it from a distant and took her eyes off. Hidayah managed to finish cleaning his room in less than an hour but the picture still caught her eyes. This time, she didn't just look at it from a distant, she picked it up and examined it.

It was a picture of his parents. He looked so much like his father, so appealing but his father was more lively looking than Ahmad was. She heaved a desolate sigh, reasoning how he was feeling, or how he was even surviving without his parents alive. Losing two parents at the same time has to be the most wrecking type of pain and trauma.

It's been years since she lost her father but whenever she thought of it, it always felt like he left them yesterday. But, for Ahmad, she knew it was worse. Thinking about it made a shudder from her feet travel to her head. She exhaled as she dropped the frame back to it's position.

It was past 8pm when Nafisa announced she was leaving. "You really expect me to sleep all by myself in this house?" She pursed her lips and furrowed her brows. "I know, I know and I'm sorry but I am starting my exams soon and I need to go start preparing. I'll be back tomorrow morning, I promise." Nafisa hurriedly took her suitcase and sauntered before Hidayah could finish protesting.

Hidayah sighed out of frustration. She moved to the living room and turned on the tv. Her eyes shifted from the tv to the clock. An hour later, she stood to her feet and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. She opened the pantry as she thought of something to cook swiftly, and the only thing she craved for was pancakes.

Making the batter, his thoughts came crossing her mind. It was ridiculous how often she'd thought of him the past few weeks, remembering foolish details... his eyes were almost precisely the shade of the autumn leaves. There was something of the hazel tree inches hazel eyes, not only the comforting browns of the boughs yet also the green of springtime buds.

She turned on the gas and placed her pan on it. Looking at the well mixed batter, the memories came rushing. She remembered, it was a rainy Saturday evening and she was making pancakes when Ahmad came home hungry, and without her permission, he looked her right in the eyes before taking the whole plate of pancakes she made and left with it despite the fact that she threw a tantrum at him. Apparently he locked his door and ate the whole plate of pancakes. When she made pancakes, she remembered that very incident and up till now, he has never apologized for eating her pancakes.

She felt the creep in her back, like someone was watching her. Terror sucked the very breath from her mouth. Heart pounding in her ears, Hidayah slowly turned her head to look at the shadow behind her. Locking eyes with him, she almost let a sigh of relief but instead, she hissed.

Ahmad furrowed his brows, his eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched together. He walked further into the kitchen. All his intention was to inform her he was back, nothing more. But she dared hissed at him, the one thing he hated the most. "Did you just hiss at me?" He wanted to believe that maybe it was a mistake, not that she intended to actually do it. "Yes I did and so what? Who do you think you are to think that I can't hiss at you? I thought it was actually someone reasonable. Look, I'd rather encounter with a thief than stand here looking at your hideous face."

"Do you know how disrespectful it is to just look at someone and hiss, especially when that person is your husband." He knew Hidayah was trying his patience, to get out of the marriage for the reasons he never cared to find out. Hidayah laughed, sounding more like an evil cackle than an expression of joy. "You're disrespecting me just because you have this dumb thought that I can't do anything to you or because you threatened not do any of the wife duties you're supposed to do, or because I am afraid that I won't get any of my rights from you when I try to punish you?"

Yet again, Hidayah laughed which made him more infuriated. "Do your worst, Ahmad Abdulkarim Muhammad. I dare you to do your very worst! Let me see you claim that right you keep blabbing about!" She thundered back. Ahmad gaped his eyes at her. His plumped lips parted into an O shape. "Is that so?" He raised his brows. She had no idea what she just bought herself. Hidayah stuttered and took few steps backward when he started approaching her.

With gentle strides, he turned off the gas and approached her. He gripped on her wrist and began pulling her out of the kitchen. "What... what are trying to do." Her breathing became light and her heart pounded hard. All her thinking he was going to hit her. "I am trying to claim the right you said I keep blabbing about of course." Ahmad bite his lip to avoid laughing. She looked horror stricken and that was what he was aiming for.

He carried her to his bedroom and fling her on the bed. The moment she saw him lock the door and he started unbuttoning his uniform, she knew what he was about to do. "Are trying to rape me?" Her limbs went numb with absolute fear. "Oh shut up and stop pretending like this will be your first time being intimate with a man. Stop faking innocent because I know this won't be your first time. So you better don't fight it because heck, you gave some trashy men outside so why would you be afraid to give me?"

A great sob escaped her, and she covered her face with her shaking hands. Her lips trembled as she cried. She knew she had no strength to fight back.

Joining her on the bed, he looks back at her not caring about the nasty look she threw at him. He smiled and leaned towards her. He merged their lips together, not bothering or listening to any of her pleads. He has already made up his mind that he was going to get his rights from her that night.

Reality faded as her lips moved with his. There was something about her that lights him up from the inside, there was something about her that melts his confidence to nothing at all touching her was like being handed the holy grail, like his heart was mended even though she was the one that broke it.

Just like he was under a spell, his worries faded away. His bruised heart mended. His dark soul brightened  up all because of the feeling, the new feeling he had never felt before.

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