It has been a week since Ameerahs arrival into their life. Seated in the living room was Ameerah, Amal, Habiba and Amar. They were all watching a cartoon movie on Netflix called Boss lady, it was one of Amal's favorite movie. "Daddy when are you and mummy gonna have a boss baby?" Amal asked and Amar's eyes immediately drifted to that of Habiba's before drifting to that of Ameerah.

"Soon my love, I might even be pregnant who knows" she said, she wanted to piss of Habiba which she knew she had. Habiba immediately got up and made her way upstairs.

"Ameerah what was that for?" Amar immediately asked. He didn't like the way she was trying to get on Habiba's nerves.

"What?, We are married And we didn't commit zina (Adultery). So we are good" she said before focusing her attention on the television making a loud hiss escape the lips of Amar.

"I'm even getting late for work. Amal I'll be right back darling, I wanna go take my bath" he placed Amal lightly on the other side of the sofa.

"But it's Saturday" Ameerah said.

"I know" he muttered before standing up on his sit and walking towards the stairs which he climbed calmly and made his way up. On his way through the hall, he paused at Habiba's room where he could hear calm sobs coming from. He calmly opened the door and saw her seated on the bed and sobbing.

He made a Quizical expression and said "Why are you crying?" He asked but she hissed while wiping her face.

"It's non of your business" she said. "Please leave my room. I don't want to see your face" she said which made a loud hiss out his mouth, he obeyed her wish and turned arround and left.

Habiba could feel her heart pound, ever since the arrival of Ameerah a week ago, her life has never been the same. All she faces everyday is complete humiliation and taunting.

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As soon as Amar got ready and dressed for work he made his way downstairs. Where he found Habiba and Amal playing a game on the television.

"Daddy" Amal said Immediately she saw her father walk down the stairs.

"How do I look?" He questioned.

"Stunningly handsome" Ameerah gave him a light hug from behind.

"Thank you" he said with his eyes on Habiba who Immediately looked away and focused her attention on her cellphone, though within her, her heart was ablaze.

"I'll be back before evening, and I have a surprise for you my love" he pecked Amal's cheeks.

"Suprise?. I love suprises" Ameerah said and Habiba immediately looked up at her and hissed lightly, if only Ameerah knew how stupid she sounded she wouldn't be talking. Habiba thought.

"It's not for you" Amar said "it's for my princess" he pecked his daughter once again.

"Whatever you do for her is also for me, because I am her MOTHER" Ameerah stressed on the word mother which didn't go unnoticed by Amar who shook his head pitifully at her.

"Bye guys" he said while walking over to Habiba who he hugged lightly from behind. It was a move that shocked not just her but Ameerah who thought that Amar detested Habiba. With that, he walked out of the door.

* * * *

It was approximately 5:50PM and Amar had just pulled over at the house. Holding a huge box that contained a present for little Amal.

He knocked lightly on the door which was immediately opened by a pale looking Habiba, her eyes looked swollen and her clothes looked rough. There was no doubt she was stressed out.

"Welcome" she said, she tried lending him a hand in Collecting the gift but he declined.

"It's heavy" he said and she stepped back, he entered into the house and yelled for Amal who came downstairs with Ameerah.

"Daddy" she yelled while giving him a bone crushing hug.

"Hey princess guess what I got you?" He asked.

"A dool?" She asked which earned her a chuckle from him.

"Nope, guess again?" He asked.

"Daddy I don't like guessing" she said and he Chuckled.

"It's a dance and karaoke machine. A princess Sofia one" he said and she immediately began squealing.

"Thank you Daddy, let's go use it" she grabbed his arm and he chuckled.

"Alright my love" he said, he passed Ameerah a light smile which she returned lovingly.

"Let's go" he said, both he and Amal walked upstairs into her room where he assembled the machine and made his way into his room.

He got dressed immediately and made his way downstairs where he found his food ready. He sat besides Amal and began eating while making small conversations with her.

"Amar please pass me a napkin" Ameerah said and he passed it to her. Habiba on the other hand found it very difficult to eat. She felt like she was gonna puke.

"Excuse me" Habiba stood up on her feet.

"Where are you going to?" Amar asked calmly.

"I wanna go sleep, I'm not feeling to well" she lied and turned arround and began walking towards the path that led to the stairs.

"I'll be right back" Amar said and Ameerah immediately held his hand.

"Eat first Amar, you are hungry" Ameerah said calmly.

"I'm okay" he said and Ameerah nodded. Habiba could die for all she cared, she thought.

He walked on the same path that led to the stairs and immediately made his way towards Habiba's room. He was about to knock when he heard the sound of someone vomiting so he paused and laid his head on the door.

He pushed the door open slowly and made his way into the room where he tup toed towards the toilet where she stood holding unto her tommy lightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked calmly. She turned arround to find him staring at her quizzically.

"I'm okay" she lied.

"But you don't seem okay" he said.

" it's the food, it's not agreeing with my body" she said and immediately rinsed her mouth.

"Oh sorry" he said and she nodded.

"I'll be in my room If you need anything" he said and turned arround but paused when she called.

"Amar, I need something" she said.

"What?" He questioned.

"your forgiveness" she said.

"Forgiveness on what?" He questioned.

"Everything I've done" she said.

"You are forgiven" he said and she immediately smiled "But, I'm sorry I can never forget about how you called me a rapist, It hurt me allot Habiba. To the extent that I almost lost my life" he said. With nothing more to say by the two, he turned arround and left. Leaving Habiba to leave in her regret.