It's hard..
But the wedding was excellent. Everyone was having fun, dancing..
Ah-Fatim, will you stay here tonight?
I— No, sorry, my dad doesn't allow the night to stay (I lied), I'll go.
And— And you of the as'hab saw? Look, I'm so scared...
I What?
Ah.. This.. You know.
From these seemingly innocent words, it was as if my heart was torn out. So stop! Stop thinking about him, have suffered enough, suffered enough, it's time to go home, cry and forget it all like a nightmare.
I-Okay, Hades, already night. I've got to go. So far, dear, good luck to you, — having embraced it, I ran out of the house and already was going to leave on the street as suddenly someone's hand seized me and pinned to a wall.
Fear. Terror seized me entirely until I felt the smell of akin spirits.
Are you going Far?
I-Are you crazy?" I whispered.
Oh, Yes, you did! he smiled sarcastically and looked down at my lips. No way!
I'm ashab, let me go, someone will see me! We're in your yard! Let go! Or I scream.
A-z — "he chuckled —" you can't scream
I'll scream!
tucked his hair behind his ear and quietly whispered right over his ear
A-You know how I'll stop you.. So don't take any chances..
He walked away slowly, and I bolted out of the house.
Maniac! Ham! So that you withered, dirty vegetable!
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Mama Fatima, is that you?
I Am, mom.
Are you Eating?
I— Ah you as always, mothers, I only with wedding.
M-I just know you didn't eat anything there.
I— Okay, let's 🌝 what we got.
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I walked slowly into the room, exhausted, tired.. A silence broken only by the ticking of a decorative clock.
She flopped onto the bed. Surprisingly, there were no tears.. I guess I'm used to him not being mine. He was never mine. There was only pain. Infernal. Heavy. Pain.
A flurry of memories washed over me. One morning, I was able to fall asleep.
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On behalf of the Author
Ashab-are you happy now, mom?
M-very pleased, my son.
A-You built your joy on my unhappiness. .
The boy looked at her with the eyes of a little boy whose heart had been broken. The boy who was told that Santa Claus does not exist. He looked as if all his dreams, all his plans, had collapsed like a house of cards. In the dust. That look, that contempt, to put it bluntly.
M— Askhab..
A-Let me go to my wife, mother.
He wasn't going to fucking go to her, though. You just need to forget.
Aida — Askhab?
Now his wife, standing in front of him in her underwear, slowly walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
A-Don't... taking his night clothes, he left their bedroom.
Still, there was something wrong with her. It was the wrong voice, the wrong way to be shy, the wrong scent of perfume, the wrong laugh, the wrong eyes.
All wrong!
Hour, two, and he would still not fashionable to fall asleep. Not near her..
Not with her at all.
On behalf of the author.
It's been weeks. The new Aslanov family is already bursting at the seams. Every day quarrels, swearing.
Askhab just went to my bedroom and go immediately to him flying something heavy
YOU! YOU! YOU! I HATE YOU! DAMN YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU PIG!
To be continued...