Turmoils- A Muslim Love Story

Chapter 40

"I don't know, it is kind of chilly here," I told Asmara as I chewed on cashewnuts, sitting in the lounge.

"Since when is it ever cold in Karachi? Don't you guys get the same weather all year around?" She asked over the phone. "Wha- no baby, you'll catch a cold if I take you out of there."

I smiled, "How far along is little Huzaifa?"

"About two months now," she proudly replied.

"Must be tiring to look after a baby," I said.

"Well it is bone-crushingly painful and really, really tiring," she sounded thoughtful. "But let me tell you Ayesha, it's so worth it. When I look at my little boy I feel all my tensions and aches evaporate away. You and Farhan should think about having children."

"Well, I haven't really thought of it like that seriously," I laid back and sighed. "Whenever Allah pleases."

"In Sha Allah the two of you will make great parents," she told me.

I giggled, remembering how he still treats me like a child sometimes. "I don't know about myself but he will make an excellent father, that's for sure."

We talked for an hour before Huzaifa started crying so she hung up. Now that she was a mother, she had even lesser time to spend talking to me. I couldn't even go visit her, owing to all the problems going around.

I'd felt so upset one day that I'd called her, crying. That's when she told me that I didn't have to prove my innocence to everyone. If I only knew a handful of people and I needed to prove to them too, then I'd rather not do it.

Ever since then, I had stopped thinking of Humeyra and her husband. A week had gone by and I hadn't thought of her even a single day. If she would like to fix things up with me, I'd be all up for it.

But I wasn't going to apologize for defending my dignity.

The front door opened and closed and Farhan walked in. He smiled seeing me and loosened his tie.

"What's up?" He asked after greeting me salam.

"Nothing much. I cooked and cleaned and showered," I told him.

"I was thinking," he plopped down next to me. "Why don't you take up a job?"

I shook my head. "I'd rather not. I enjoy doing nothing."

He didn't look convinced, "Any specific reason for why you refuse everytime I ask you?"

I sighed. "I just- want to spend some time with myself. I got my laptop and I watch good shows and cook new stuff everyday. It's thrilling for now."

He nodded and ruffled the top of my head. "Look at you using self-therapy."

"Go on and freshen up. Let's eat. I've been waiting for you to get back so you can finally taste that new recipe I made," I got up and dragged him up too.

"Alright. Alright," he chuckled. "I'm going. By the way, I got us tickets." He smiled.

"Really? To where?" I got all excited.

"It's a surprise," he whispered.

I frowned, "What nonsense. Tell me!"

"No can do sweety," he smiled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must go finish offering my Asr prayer before I join you at the lunch table."

I glared at him as he left.

He's really annoying sometimes.

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