FAHRA'S POV
" Honey, please help me carry these groceries, they're so heavy," she asked her husband for help.
"You can handle that! I'm busy!" he shouted back, which made me sigh.
i continued to carry the groceries to the kitchen even though i was struggling. i placed them on the table and went to the fridge to get some water, but...
"I thought you were busy? What is this?" i said to my husband.
"Hmph, what's wrong with you! Get out of here! You're bothering me," he grumbled.
FF
"Fahra, make me some coffee," my husband commanded.
i didn't really hear him, and suddenly he went to come to me and slapped me very hard for pretending to be deaf and hard to order around.
i didn't utter a single word of complaint to my husband; instead, i stood up, crying, and made him coffee.
"Here's your coffee."
"...."
i left and went to my room to rest.
*RING *RING *RING
i rubbed my eyes, startled by my phone suddenly ringing.
"Hello? Dad? Why are you calling so late?"
On call: "Fahra, how are you, my child? I was worried about you, that's why I called at this hour. I'm sorry, dear," he replied
"Oh, Dad, i'm okay Dad. Don't worry and go to sleep now ," i said worriedly to my father.
"My child, if you need anything, call me right away, okay? Come home here, okay?"
"Yes, Dad, alright, go to sleep now. Good night, Dad."
"Alright, sweetheart, good night."
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