Chapter 10

Farah

It’s been a week since our marriage but nothing has changed between us. First, he leaves without eating breakfast, and comes back late, eats his dinner, changes his clothes and sleeps. I wonder if he even prays. He doesn’t even care about me, or how I’m doing. What do you expect? My inner mind reminds me. But his behavior doesn’t stop me from living my peaceful life, as he had already given me a piece of his mind.

Since today is Sunday, I decided to make pancakes for breakfast as Aunt Fatima is not around. I know Jawad won’t eat but I still prepared plenty just in case.

I slumped down on the couch eating my pancake topped with strawberry syrup, my eyes darted toward the stairs hoping Jawad would come down but no sign of him. I cleared my plate and put the remaining pancakes inside the refrigerator for later.

I went upstairs and took the new novel I’m reading, which of course belongs to me not from Jawad library. R