All the Masalaa of joint-family living...

A fictional story related as a leaked online diary in the voice of a contemporary,young, South African Guji wife...

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Part 45: waterworks

Imraan didn't bother replying to MiL...he just took a deep breath and blew it out slowly...
I guess he had his say and he was ready to calm down...but oh!, I hadn't even gotten started!!

I turned on the TV and turned the volume all the way up, then I walked into the bathroom and gestured for Imraan to follow me, I opened the tap full blast.

Imraan came in and sat on the closed toilet...

I looked at him for a long minute...

Then I finally said, "Do you really think I cheated on you?"

"No", he said simply.

" Then what was all this about?". I demanded.

" Yesterday I used your car to go to the gym, I stopped to fill fuel...when I opened the ash try to dump the change, a piece of paper popped out...". Imraan said.

Oh!

" it said Zain Mohammed and it had some contact details. I didn't know you knew anybody with that name but I just put it back...i didn't think anything of it...", Imraan went on...

" Then I gave Saleem a lift home and he found a packet stuffed under the seat, it had a pack of kiss and hearts boxes and he started teasing me because it was size small...
I was just wondering why you bought them, if that's not my size but I still didn't think anything of it..." Imraan continued...

" this morning I took the IPad with me because my laptop is gone for software upgrades. I had time to kill and when I opened Facebook I saw that message...it just threw me...not even two minutes later you sent a message saying you hunting for the IPad..." Imraan went on

" it just got to much Fatima...too many coincidents and my over thinking brain..." Imraan finished.

 "please tell me what's going on! Please explain this..", Imraan said, desperately.

I wanted to laugh...really, I wanted to laugh.
Imraan looked so wounded...i just wanted to laugh. But I was also very hurt, Imraan's assumption/accusation/reaction stung...

" you should have started off this conversation with this part and given me a chance to explain first..", I said quietly

" the fact that you even think that I would do that to you...to us! Plus I'm expecting 
....", I said...getting riled up again

The tears that had been threatening to spill all evening, finally did.

Imraan tried to awkwardly comfort me but I pushed him away...

Finally I forced myself to stop the water works and talk...

"that number was for Bilal and Shireen...that guy who helped the twins at Mr Price, I took his details for them.

Those boxes were for you, only when I got home I saw they were the wrong size so I kept them under the seat so I could exchange them, I didn't want you to find it first.

I have no idea why that guy sent me a message on Facebook, I didn't see that message at all...i was looking for the iPad because I thought it got stolen..."

By the time I finished Imraan looked even more devastated than before.

" Fatima, I am so sorry...i don't know what got into me!", he said.

"I don't know either!", I replied.

I turned off the tap and walked out of the bathroom, I switched off the tv, got into bed and closed my eyes...

I heard Imraan leave the room.

I short while later he returned...with two magnums in a garage packet.

"Please forgive me baby...im so sorry." he said offering me one

I took the ice cream...


Nobody.refuses.ice-cream.

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