Trapped In a Jungle - Episode 2

 

NABEEL

 I know it sounds stupid, but I seriously do hate Husnah. She irritates me. I slipped my phone away from my ears after the brief talk we had, although deep inside I kept thinking of how I'm going to live with her under the same roof. Impossible!

I turned to leave the sitting room, when my eyes caught up with Fareedah. My God! She was crying.
   
"My Reedah, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked, as I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and pulled her close to me . But to my surprise, she pulled away.

"Reedah, talk to me please" I said, sounding hurt.

"So you're going to see her. Are you falling for her already baby? Is that it?" She asked, still crying. 

"Ya Allah!" I said, my hands to my face. "Reedah, I have to go see her. Its an order from dad. You wouldn't want me to disobey him right?" I asked, carefully choosing my words. I took her hands in mine and kissed them lightly. And this time around, when i hugged her, she hugged me back. Holding me tight in  her arms. I can feel her anger; I can feel how hurt she is.

"Sshhhh... I love you Reedah

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. I love you so very much. I love you more than anything, and you know that Reedah. You shouldn't worry about Husnah".

"I just hate her. I hate the idea of you getting married to her. How can I share you baby? Tell me how?"

I looked straight into her eyes and then her lips, knowing deep inside that if I don't kiss those lips of hers this very instant, I'll go crazy. I didn't wait for a second thought. I only grabbed her lips. I was hungry for them. I could feel their warmness; how sweet they taste. Ya rabbi! I love Fareedah so much.

She moaned in response to my touches, and I went wild.

I spent the next three hours with Fareedah, showing her how much i love and treasure her. She's just... Amazing. I looked at how beautiful she looked when sleeping, so cute. With long eyelashes, a chiseled nose and carved beautiful lips. I kissed her lips lightly.

Ya rabbi! It just flew into my mind that i should be in with Husnah right now. O Allah! I forgot about her completely. 

I took a quick shower and dressed into a black trouser with a milk colored T-shirt. I kissed Fareedah on her cheeks before finally leaving. I had a big smile on my face, remembering every single moment I just shared with Fareedah.

I parked the car before dialing Husnah's number. There I go again! I'm going to listen to the most craziest and child-like voice ever.

"Salamu alaikum" she chirped. 

"Wa alaikumus salam. Come out right now. I don't want to wait for too long" I said, quickly ending the phone call.

I was looking straight at the entrance of the house when I saw her coming out, her face tangled up with anger. I can see it. I chuckled; how silly. Her being angry or not means nothing to me. To hell with her.

She stood at the passenger's side, arms wrapped around her chest. Her face unemotional. I gave her a confused look before finally stepping out of the car.

"Ina wuni" she said calmly.

"Riqe gaisuwarki miss. I didn't come here for it." I replied, giving her a dirty look.

"You know very well that I don't love you. This is an arranged marriage. If only there was something I could do to stop it Husnah" I said, praying that I've hurt her in anyway possible.

She giggled; amused at what I just said, I guess.

"Well, that makes the two of us Yaa Nabeel. Why don't you do me a favor and tell our parents the exact same thing you just told me? I can tell that'll be better, and we'll both go our separate ways.

"I wouldn't want to be the one to disobey my parents. Why don't you do me a favor and tell them that. At least you're a daddy's pet" I said, a mischievous smile on my face.

"Ah! I see, so you want me to be the one who disobeys her own parents right? You're annoying Yaa Nabeel!" Husnah said, a little bit pissed off

"Enough of the games, Husnah. Just go ahead and tell me you love me. You're claiming to hate me, while I can see how much you love me deep inside your eyes." I said. 

"That's a lie!" She shouted, and then the next minute, she was crying.

"If only... If only I could do something to stop this marriage, I would've done it. But there is nothing I can do about it. It's happening." she added. 

I don't know why or how it happened, but I pitied her situation. At least I'm married to a woman I love so much. But she's marrying me despite the hatred to please our parents. Arggh! Parents are sometimes so unbearable.

Without uttering another word, I drove out of the compound. I had a lot on my mind as I was driving. My parents forced me into this marriage, thinking that Fareedah is barren. It's been five years since we got married, and not once has she been pregnant.

I'm worried, but I trust  my creator for the best. My parents never seem to understand that. I guess that's why they arranged this marriage.

I made a U-turn in an attempt to visit my best friend Fahad, but then my phone rang. Alas! It was Fareedah.

"Sweetest." I said as soon as I picked the call.

"Baby where are you? Come back home please." she said slowly. Ya Rabbi! I'm so much in love with her voice.

"Reedah, I wanted to visit Fahad and say hi to Samy. You know she's sick." I said. 

"Well, why don't we go together? Or are you still with that girl?" She asked. I could sense her anger now.

"Calm down Reedah. Get dressed, I'm coming right away." I sighed. Ladies are typically hard to understand. Just as I reached Yan Shanu, my phone rang again.

Ya Allah! Abbah ne (It's Abbah). I brought the car to a halt at the roadside before finally answering the call 

"Abbah Nyallijam." I greeted. 

"Jam Nabeel. Come home right away. We need to talk." he said. 

That's it. I hope Husnah told them to call off the wedding. OMG! I'll be the happiest man on earth.

I didn't even try calling Reedah back. I gave my full attention to dad's call.

"Hammah nabeel" Yusrah said happily as soon as I step my foot into the living room.

"Angelito. How're you lil sis?" I said, as I gave her a brotherly hug.

"Fine Hamma. Ina aunty husnah amarya (Where is aunty husnah the bride)?".

"Shut up, silly girl" I said, pinching her cheeks. She  swatted my hands away.

"You guys are always fighting. Can't you at least live under the same roof for a day without fighting?" Mom asked. She was seated on one of the couches in the living room.

"Come on Ammi. You know she talks too much. She's a parrot." I said, giving Yusrah a mischievous smile.

"I'm not a parrot." Yusrah said, in a crying-like voice.

"Don't mind him Yusytah. Come over and sit on my lap." Dad said, putting down the newspaper he was reading.

We chit-chatted for a while before dad cleared his throat. There we go.

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. I know he's going to say something important.

"Arrm Hamma, we've fixed your wedding date two months from now. We just felt it would be better if we finalize everything and face things straight ahead." he said. 

I felt bile go up in my throat. I felt like crying that very moment. What is Abbah saying for goodness sake? He can't be serious about this. O Allah! See me through this predicament.

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Okay okay. Am sorry.
I know this is too short. Got a lot of things at hand. That made me come into a decision.... I'll try as much as possible to update every Day Insha Allah.

But for that to happen, I'll need your encouragement.
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