Chapter 50: Chapter 50

WSW WOMEN SUPPORTING WOMEN

FLASHBACK: FIVE YEARS AGO

Janelle sat on their king-sized bed watching as Rashid prepared for work, as usual he wasn't paying any attention to her. His daily morning routine was to wake up, say his morning Islam prayers, take his bath, drunk the coffee that would have been dropped by one of the servant girls and leave for work, while he acted like though there was no living thing other than him in the room.

"Rashid?" Janelle called, she wanted to try her luck again, afterall when you want something you never give up on it, be it a thing or a Human being. As usual he didn't answer her, infact she saw how his body tightened and the veins in his neck prodded more. She swallowed.

"Rashid please, just talk to me, let's sort this out. I still think this is a dream and when I wake up it would seem so, but this is no dream. You're standing before me in flesh, preparing to go to work without even talking to me, sleeping out late at night, not wanting to share the same space with me. I'm tired Rashid......." she paused, grabbed the face towel by the headrest of the bed and dap the tears spilling out of her eyes.

He walked towards the window, hands rooted by both sides of his stomach as he watched his mother, Queen Amancia walking towards the dungeon.

He wanted to give her the opportunity to admit what he thinks she did, he needed to hear that what his mother said isn't true, but Janelle wasn't telling him what he needed to hear.

She told up from the bed, walking towards him, but a back glance from him, made her stop dead in her track, she stopped immediately and folded her hands beneath her breast.

She took a step closer.

"DON'T." Voice hard as Steele bawled and she felt tremors racking the peace off her mind.

"Rashid please, just.... just face me, we could sort things out....

Rashid interrupted hastily, "There's nothing to be sorted out Janelle, I've given you weeks to come clean with me, but you haven't. I can't imagine looking at you square in the face. You committed a horrible act, the love I HAD for you is what is stopping me from reporting to the council of elders. You don't know the punishment meted out to what you did. You don't RIGHT?. Now let me tell you, it's punishable by death..."

Janelle eyes widened, "You still think I would cheat on you?, Unbelievable, I would never do that to you, NEVER. You don't deserve such and Jesus Christ, Rashid?, You'd believe what a random someone said about me, without even hearing from me!?. There's no need dragging this with you, I would enjoy and bask in the silence, do have a nice day." she replied, walked back to the bed and threw herself on it.

Aamina watched as Rashid drove off, the expression on his face, no one needed to tell her that the couple were still quarrelling with each other, at her front stood Sheikha Amancia, a smirk plastered on her face, Aamina was yet to realize what brought the sudden beef between the lovely couple.

"It's all fire and brimstone." Sheikha Amancia jabbed, she slightly turned her neck towards Aamina and retorted, "Isn't it never lovey dovey?, We all have bad times, but I guess this would be bad FOREVER." she hinted on her last word.

She whisked off hastily, heading to her room with a fulfilled smile on her face.

Aamina quickly rushed to the second Master Bedroom, she knocked twice before she heard the faint voice of Janelle which told her to come in.

"There you are!, You're not eating, just nothing, lover's quarrel, I know, yet that doesn't give you the right to starve yourself. As much as you've lost your appetite, Rashid wouldn't like it if he comes back from work and finds you dead on his bed...." Aamina was going to complete her words when she was suddenly interrupted by Janelle.

"Ohhh don't say that, he would definitely love it, the perfect way to rid me off himself." Janelle snorted, she grabbed the pillow and placed it beneath her arm.

Aamina strode to the reading table and sat down, she looked up at the ticking wall clock and sighed, her brows creased.

"It's barely 7:00am and Rashid has gone to work, that's so unlike him." Aamina poured, worry etching her features.

Janelle sighed, "You see that's it, he can't bear to see an adulterer besides him."

Aamina remained silent for a while, thinking of what could make Rashid believe something as stupid as that, then boom, she remembered how Sheikha Amancia was smiling throughout the previous two weeks and today, but she didn't want to come to conclusions.

"Has Sheikha Amancia come to see you since your lover's spat?" she questioned.

"No. You know that would be the last thing she would ever think of doing." Janelle replied.

"Aamina?." Janelle called softly.

"Yes?, Do you need anything?, What's banging in that head of yours?."

"I need to leave, I can't stay any longer, it's suffocating." Janelle said almost in tears.

"Have you given up on him already?" Aamina asked.

"No, I just need some alone time for myself."

Aamina was silent for some few minutes when a thought ringed in her head.

"Janelle, there are some few things you don't know and which I won't spill to you, not everything is meant to be talked about. I wouldn't go into details, but you need to have a child for Rashid, it would be better now that you both are still properly wedded, after which you can travel far away from here. It would be better if you have a boy."

~~FLASHBACK ENDED~~

Rashid stared at the woman standing opposite him whose face had turned pale white, he had been like this, silence between both of them for three minutes, yet the woman hadn't said anything.

"Aamina?, Is there any problem?." he questioned.

"N-no, I mean, what was your question again?..." a long pause, "Ohhh y-y-you we-we-were a-as-ask-king a-ab-bout caesarian scars right?" She stuttered.

She immediately got a hold of herself, she knows Rashid as a smart one and if she keeps on stuttering he wouldn't buy what she's about to say, so she took in calm breathe before she continued.

"Well yes, I think it should be a fall, not all are caesarian scars or it could be that, when she left five years ago, she had taken up difficult works that required male strength, so while doing it she injured herself....." she paused, "Are you afraid she must have birthed?" she asked.

In her heart, she knew Janelle had birthed, she was so happy, excited, infact an undescribable feeling warmed her heart up. It was women supporting women, and she Stans for Janelle all through.

"No Aamina, don't even say that. It's not possible, I don't want to think that. Anyways thanks, at least this is cleared off my head." he said more to himself than to Aamina. They took a bow at each other before Rashid left her room.

A broad smile stretched her lips, before she went back to her knitting.

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Sheikh Abdul cocked his head to the side, he felt his tranquility being disturbed, he went back to reading the journal on his desk. He already knew it was his son, Rashid. No one else entered here, not his wife, Amancia. Of course she had a right to, but the woman never tried to have anything to do with Abdul, it never interested her.

"It's tomorrow Rashid, do you have any PLAN B?" Sheikh Abdul asked in that brazen tone of his.

"Of course Father, Your brother, Farouq, wouldn't know what hit him after he auctions his company."