章節 3: Two

Chapter 2

Yusuf POV

Since Sophia had left me, I'd locked myself inside my room except when it was necessary like time for solah. I didn't want anyone, I didn't want anyone to contact. I just wanted to be alone. I just wanted to fade away and be forgotten. I was a walking dead, soulless body.

I didn't know what to do, I was tired of living. Sometimes you would wish for death but it never arrived but when you didn't wish for it that was when it would arrive. I'd stopped using my medicine, only God knows whether it was poisoned also. I couldn't trust anyone even myself. I couldn't trust myself.

I reminisced all our Sophia moments together. The first time I saw, how happy she was when she was playing in the rain. The day I met her at my house after our wedding. The first day she made me buy her sanitary pad. A lone tear escaped my eyes. It hurt. I choked on tears, using my hands to muffled my cries. It hurt deep down my heart. I was late, I lost her. I was never enough, I was useless.

Why couldn't I avoid the accident?.

Why?

I released an anguished screech, I held my chest. It hurt, it was cribbing.

My mom knocked on my door, as usual, telling me to open the door. It wasn't good for my health and sanity to be cooped in one place but I didn't care.

I heard her sobbing on the other side of the door but I didn't care. I didn't feel anything. I just wanted everything to end. I just wished for death. Her phone rang and she left not without telling me to help myself.

She came back abruptly, knocking on the door furiously but when she knew I would not open the door, she sighed, "Sophia called" my ear pricked at what she was saying.

Did she want me back?

I didn't care if she had another man's child.

"She said she wants to see you," she said softly. I opened the door, wanting to hear the message clearly.

"Sophia wants to see me" I was happy. She wanted to see me?. I was mentally having a joyous dance.

"Yeah" she smiled, when I looked at her, her eyes when puffy from crying too much and her nose were red. I felt a pang of guilt. I was the one who caused it.

"I'm sorry mom," I said remorsefully while she hugged me and told me it was okay.

I went to the bathroom, shower and brushed my teeth. I put on my dark blue jalabiya and went to the kitchen to eat something. I savoured the food like a hungry lion when last have I eaten?. I used my drugs also because no one wanted to be with a defecting person.

I smiled to the fullest, helping and laughing around the house. I was happy, she called. She wanted to talk to me. She missed me. I missed her also.

I will never let her leave my grasp again, I thought.

My Sophia.

My light.

I called Royhan and informed him about Sophia wanting to meet me, he was also happy for me and told me he would be tagging along.

Saturday's morning arrived, I'd not slept a wink the day before because I was nervous about it. I dressed in my blue tailored shirt because I knew she loved the colour blue. I entered the sitting and saw my parents fighting for the remote before I went to peck their cheeks, telling them bye.

Royhan met me on the way, he put on Ankara cloth which was designed by Hausa'.

I killed the engine of the car when I arrived at her house, I looked at myself in the rear mirror and dusted my face.

I knocked on the door feeling giddy that I would soon see her, soon hear her voice. But my happiness vanished when her so-called husband opened the door.

He had welcomed us politely and told us that Sophia was bathing Abdullahi. He made a lame joke, Royhan laughed out loud, why would he not when he wanted to impress him to marry his sister. I mentally scoffed and I smiled but it was forced.

Sophia blessed us with her presence by saying teslim. She put on a black Abaya with a blue cape. We put on the same colour. I smiled at the thought. Even though we weren't together our thoughts were the same. She walked to the kitchen and brought juice along with her, she served us. She put it on the middle table.

She sat beside Abdulrahman which was opposite to where I and Royhan were sitting. She took a look at me and I knew she would notice my dull eyes as if there was no soul in it. There were bags under my eyes because of the sleepless night. My face looked pale. Wrinkles were on my face and I looked thin also. Well, I wasn't at my finest moment. She noticed my gaze on my bump while she hugged it protectively whether intentional or not.

"Thank you for honouring my call" She smiled softly.

"It's a pleasure" I replied, my voice was void of emotion.

I was breaking inside.

I was crumbling.

My emotions were over the place.

"Abdullah" she called my once favourite pupil that became my son softly.

"Baby, come here" she ordered gently with her melody voice that could lure a baby to sleep. When he reached her place, she stroked his head soothingly. How I wished I was the one.

"Me and my husband" as she said , clenching my fist in anger. Husband my ass. I knew she would notice it but chose to ignore and continued "think we shouldn't deny you of your father's right. We have agreed to let Abdullahi stay with you doing weekends" she said.

"He will stay with you from Friday evening to Monday morning so that you could bond together. I've told him about us" she pushed Abdullahi softly towards me while Abdullahi didn't hesitate to come forward.

"Daddy" as Abdullahi called me, I felt a different wave of emotions watching over me. I choked on tears, I sniffled and hugged him tightly, kissing almost his face without leaving any.

Sophia, Abdulrahman and Royhan left us to bond our missed moments together.

I was happy to be with my son but it hurt not to have her.

I cried every emotion I was feeling on my son's shoulder.