The environment she had just woken up in was still not getting any relief, even though from Ruqayya to Saleem she had left everyone in the room. Sam was not bothered by the pile of dirt in her room, her mind was focused on cleaning it, even though the sun was starting to set, and it was time for the room to be clean and tidy. Nothing bothered her more than how much money she had spent, she had bought a lot of women's medicines, medicines that were guaranteed to be safe and sound. And as long as she used them and not Saleem, anyone who lived with Saleem would be under her control and choice. But she had not benefited at all from the money or the medicine, the medicine that was for two days, she had lost one night, and she had one more night left, which she had no hope for, because the weather forecast said Friday would be good since Wednesday. The way they parted ways with Saleem today, she didn't think he would ask for anything from her tonight, and she didn't know that even if she lost the money she had invested, she could still find him, as long as he wasn't the one who had been tricked into giving it to her. Even if he didn't lose patience, she could still accept it, because the money he had given her was for buying the children's Sallah gifts. She melted inside, full of faith and belief that she would make them better as long as she used the medicine.
As if she had been pinched, she quickly reached out, reaching out to pull open her mirrored locker. It was a pile of boxes and debris that you would expect a small, crazy person to have crammed into it, some in cardboard, some in boxes, some in paper, and some, due to the lack of maintenance and the clutter, had burst and scattered throughout the locker.
Looking at the locker, a sadness welled up in her heart.
"Why have I failed and still can't get rid of this black woman? Why is Ruqayya on top of me?" She asked herself as she finished looking at the locker, while she was playing with the decoration of her HQ, every medicine she saw being advertised, or heard about its effectiveness and effectiveness in beauty salons, she tried to make sure she could control it, her mind was racing, but she still failed to achieve the success she had envisioned for herself.
She reached in and picked up the black leather that was lying on the side and pulled the middle, her eyes on the mirror, there were some small pieces of stone and four other pieces. One brown, one black, one white and one green. She pulled the middle again.
"I've inserted more than half of what was said, I don't know if these remaining ones will provide me with what I want," she said, closing the lid. Gwara found something to fill the gap she would find.
On her dirty bed, she reached out, stuck it under her pillow, and pulled out her phone. She immediately turned on her data, then went to her WhatsApp.
A series of messages came in and out, even though Jijana was still awake at night, she was still charting before she closed the Saleem tabi in his bedroom.
The urine that filled her bladder made her put the phone on the edge of her bed, then she quickly reached out and pushed open the door of her toilet and entered.
She squatted on the toilet tiles and urinate. She kept following the urine because of the different colors it came out with and a sudden rush. She let go, feeling a new sense of frustration.
"Look at how my efforts and the medicine are going in vain, oh my, I have to apologize to Saleem, there's something wrong with him," she said to herself.
Even though she didn't have time to urinate, she reached out and coughed up the water from the tap that was flowing and splashed it on the floor. She reached out again and collected it and splashed it on the floor without washing her hands. She reached out and tried to put her pants back on with the moisture that was still clinging to her unruly hair, which had been at least two months into her third pregnancy without a haircut.
Then she noticed her panties that had changed color due to the amount of pressure medication she had been inserting since yesterday evening. She stopped, stopped putting them on, and took them off and threw them into her bathtub which contained her panties and bras that she had not been able to wash. She cleared her throat as to why she had not had a brush and quickly closed the toilet door because she had heard a call coming in on her phone, trying not to let it interrupt her.
MARRIAGE DOCTOR, that's the name that came out of nowhere, a crazy woman who is better than all the previous ones has released
"Fuck you, father, what a waste of time," she said clearly, her frustration killing her, so she rejected the call and went to her WhatsApp account.
Shamsiyya began browsing through the list of chats on her dashboard.
"Yes," she said quickly, adjusting her position on the bed to see if she could find her online in a moment. Sallama clicked on her, and it went in and ticked blue.
"Where did you go to the doctor and she's calling you?" Shamsiyya's message came in. Zainab couldn't stand typing, so she started making a voice note for her.
"What should I do to her? After losing, she is almost in a coma? I tried everything I could think of but nothing happened between me and Saleem, except that since he returned from the market he went into his room and put his bag away and went back to the parlor to play with the two girls, it was just like he came in with some kind of anger, the evening prayer was called and since he left for prayer he did not return until after Isha'i, when I brought him food he did not even eat it but went to take his bath, when he came out he said he was not feeling well at all, I turned around and ate everything, I was tired too so I ignored him because this is not what worries me the most, do you know what a clever insult?, I went to put them to sleep before I returned and when I came back I found him sleeping?, he was curled up in a blanket, the world was spinning when I needed him, by God he did not turn around". While waiting for Shamsiyya to finish listening she did not answer and the window opened for her, so she left her inbox and started checking her charts.
The message of a group of them who are suffering from love called MATAN NI'IMA is the most popular, the group is very entertaining because it is very popular in the field of female medicine, especially the western medicine, which she herself has used, so she secretly bought Saleem and mixed him a drink without him knowing. She did this because she knew him, he does not like these kinds of medicines at all, everything that can be said to be a medicine of this kind is not in it, and the way women commented on it made her want to try using it.
She began to read the messages slowly, and as she felt the conversation bore her, it seemed as if she had left until it began to take her attention.
