She continued to grumble, almost like this was her nature, she was skilled at grumbling and talking inside. She poured her own food, then she bowed her head and said bismillah, took the plate and started pouring, hoping to get the food into her stomach.
God knows that in her heart she hates Zainab, because she is a woman who does not hide her ugliness at all. Most of the time, the ugliness of a white woman is quickly revealed because of the light of the hidden dirt that she has. For example, her fingers and toes are always covered, because she does not care about putting on her feet, even if they are small, especially when Ruqayya comes to look at them, she looks at them with her hands, she turns her head and shoulders, even in her heart she feels that she is a perfect woman. Like one day when she opened her mouth after Saleem failed to capture the beauty of Ruqayya's long, old fingers, even though her skin is a little dark, they made her fingers very beautiful, he praised her such a compliment that her heart was happy about it, she felt how much she spent on making Ruqayya not fall
"Uhmmm, Bonono, the Badini is being repaired, sir, who is she? The city gate was left unguarded but the city is being repaired," she sighed and looked at Zainab. She coughed and kept talking to her, she said, until her heart felt that she didn't have time for her, as long as she followed her, that meant that she and she were no different.
She rarely let go of her body or chatted with Saleem during Zainab's wedding day. Because in Zainab's house, even that was a crime. Apart from standing for ruqayyah and giving Zainab a bath, Saleem didn't even want to see her beauty, after her, even a veil that would show the true beauty of a woman didn't suit her.
They had a kind of unpleasant meal every time she cooked, the ruqayya went according to the schedule, it wasn't because she was afraid of Zainab, oh no... since she was originally a quiet and calm girl, she had a kind of calmness and intelligence that made Saleem smile again. Even with him being her husband for almost six years, almost everything about her had a kind of class that would show you what it really means to know the meaning of a headache.
He counted the food and felt that it was everywhere. He knew that it would be delicious, at times like this it was better to eat lots of fruit and lots of flowers. Even now he put down his spoon.
"Where is the milk I sent Isma'il to bring?" he said, pouring water into a cup.
"No way" he didn't care because he was used to it
"Take it, I want to drink it," she said, filling her mouth with the food, as if she didn't know what a delicious taste it was on her tongue.
"It's like the kids have been drinking for a while, they came home from school hungry, I didn't even notice," the water stopped and drank, looking at her. Not once, not twice, Yasha had told her about her behavior.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Zainab? Every time the kids use something that is not in the closet, you always pick up the phone and tell me before I come home, I need to use it because I brought someone else?" She nodded, wanting to try the trick I did with the other women, even though her heart was still full of anger, no matter what Ruqayya saw, and mother and father, the way she is, a woman who is brave and self-disciplined, she shouldn't have to face all these kinds of rejections from Saleem.
"So I'll exchange it for you, okay? Be patient and drink it," she said, handing it to him after pouring it.
Even though he was already upset, he knew it was a very hurtful thing for a woman to do something because you didn't know how to use it, so he suppressed his anger and answered.
Sanda started to feel as if she had been given the good news of paradise, her joy could not be hidden even on her face.
"It really seems like I won't lose my money today," she said to herself, feeling a sense of happiness creeping through her.
No matter how hard she tried to eat, the food failed to satisfy her because of its sheer meaninglessness. She had to put it down and pick up her phone, which was lying on the side, while saying
"I'll be right back, see you tomorrow," he said, holding out the cup as usual.
"Let's go, I'll beat you," Zainab said, afraid that something might happen and make her tense up.
"I thought you went with them, Haneefa," she said, wanting to instill a sense of humor in Ruqayyan's heart.
"Isn't there school tomorrow? I thought they should be sleeping, right?" Saleem said, checking his phone's clock. She closed her eyes with one, pressing her lips against his as they rubbed against each other.
"I'm saving you, dear, I need space" he lifted his head and moved a little to the side and took two steps back, separating them, keeping his eyes on Ruqayya who had already reached her. He was surprised at how completely her mouth and body were not in the state of worry that she would take her worries out on her, he didn't know from morning to night what she was doing that she couldn't stop herself from fixing her body and mouth.
"They spent the night here," he said as he finished leaving. Qwafa came and lifted her head from the doorway, she didn't read anything on Ruqayya's face regarding what she had said, she realized the full impact the words had on her, she went to bed with the thing that prevented her from sleeping, and the next morning she saw the change that would shock her further.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, a calculator and some small papers in his hand, doing his business calculations. Zainab greeted him as he entered the room on horseback after banishing them from their room.
He looked up and looked at her as he greeted her, he didn't say anything for even two seconds before he nodded and continued with his work. She continued walking into the room with the chest strap that she had loosened after removing the dress that she had been wearing for a while. When she finished what she was going to do and went over to the bed, he didn't move as he finished his list.
"Daddy Haneefa.....I'm waiting for you, put down your work and get up and take off your clothes and let's go to bed" she said as she lifted her head. He raised his head in anger and frustration, as if he was going to do construction work or chop wood, she was talking in a low voice, what was the point of attracting a husband?. His eyes were on her legs on top of his cotton bedsheet, which was originally bought by Ruqayya for six and she said she gave him one as a gift, and she said that every time he slept with her, she changed them for him in his bedroom in her
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