film. Usman emerged from their bedroom, dressed in a sky-blue kaftan with a matching cap, his presence accompanied by the pleasant fragrance o
a greeted him, her vo
morning?" He glanced at his watch, teasingly emphasizing the lateness of
htly for him to hear. Usman turned back, his hand brushing across his li
ice for you to stay at home. Isn't that what c
er I stay home or not is my choice. You don'
ted her, raising his palm to silence her. "Please, if you have nothing importan
tilting slightly as she licked her
ot before making his way to their bedroom. Stepping into the silent parlor, he no
sitting there, gazing at him with a warm smile, just as she always did whenever he returned late. Usman smiled back at her and walked over,
his hand gently. "Please, Usman, stop going to the bar," she pleaded softly, her w
ake up from his reverie. "Usman, please wake up. What are you thinking? Zainaba
find the same leftovers he had eaten the day before. Lett
his side of the bed. He stared at her for a cou
at is it?" she mum
om," Usman shouted, hi
ada got up and left the room
muttered to him
orld, and he had lost her. He knew deep down that Abu loved him wholeheartedly, caring for him as she c
, he headed to the bathroom
st, he cast occasional glances at his watch, a manifestation of his growing impatience. Sa'ada entered the elegant parlour, her presence unnotice
sidering the late hour of your return. I thought you had morning duties today," he in
"Why are you asking such a question? Where else would I be apart from work?" Her v
Look at the hour. I believed you had morning duties
nusually hectic at the hospital. Sister Maryam asked for my assistance, as h
nificance in your life, you simply forget to make a simple phone call, informing me of y
rom her seat. "Please, Usman, I'm tired," she
om, he emitted an exasperated sigh, taking a seat on the edg
l. Usman, who had been sitting on the bed, rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing
uestioned, his voice tinged with sk
ith you? Didn't you see me coming from the bathroom? I took a shower. Isn't that n
How can I believe it wasn't Janaba?" Usman's doubts persis
tand why you're acting this way. Do you doubt me? Do you think I'm cheat
t you. I cannot believe that you were at the hospital. You need to t
by seeing another man. Just because we engaged in premarital relations does not make me cheap. You can go to the hospita
he face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held her stinging cheek. "Did yo
iving aimlessly, lost in a sea of tumultuous emotions. Eventually, he arrived in front of Zainab's house, his