The next day , Mariam woke up very early which is so unusual of her .
She got up , prayed and quickly freshened up for work .
She remembered the last and first time she went to office late and Ahmad warned her strictly saying " late coming is not appreciated in start multimedia ".
She obviously doesn't want to loose her job . She put on a white gown with a white veil and carried the small brown hair brush before standing infeinr of the mirror .
Her hair that was so long is now at her shoulder length , many features of hers has changed after getting married to Amar .
People usually say 'Marrigae is happiness' but her own marriage is the opposite. She finally covered her parked hair with a white cap and a white veil on top .
Mariam quickly made her bed and swept the small room , she then stepped out of her room and made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast .
She opened the fridge at least expecting to see either one or two tuwo but there was only boiled rice and stew on the fridge which is already cold .
She closed it back , Mariam decided to take Lipton tea since the food on the fridge is already cold and it's obviously Basira's good and she definitely doesn't want anymore problem with her .
She was just about to step out of the kitchen when the door swung open . She thought it will probably be Basira waking up as usual to cook for herself and Amar but she was proven wrong to see Amar staring back at her .
"Mariam....." Amar called her name when he noticed that she's refusing to even talk to him .
"Please move , I want to go " She replied ignoring the apologetic stare he's giving her now .
" Mariam..... hear me out please .... I'm really sorry I swear " he said pleasingly hoping that she will accept his apologies.
Mariam rolled her eyes and said " look please move ... I'm getting late "
Amar hesitatingly moved for her to pass which she gladly did . Mariam walked to the parlour to take her tea there before going bit to her surprise her mother-in-law is there , sitting on the brown couch it's her black handbag beside her .
" good morning " Mariam greeted even through she knows that Hanifa is glaring at her now , she has never been good at communicating with Hanifa so she feel so uncomfortable around her yet she gathered the courage and sat opposite her .
Mariam ignored the fact that Hanifa didn't reply to her greeting and continued taking sips of her black tea that has no milk or milk . Amar never wake up early but now it explains why he's awake so early , maybe it's because his mother is here .
"Mariam " Hanifa said after minutes of glaring at her .
Mariam stopped sipping her tea and answered "yes "
"Mariam! " Hanifa called again
"Mariam " Hanifa said this time around in a warning tone .
"Yes ma " Mariam answered with a fondues expression as to why she's repeatedly calling her name .
"How many times did I call you " Hanifa asked .
Maryam took a sip before replying with "twice ..... oh sorry it's thrice "
"Leave my son alone Mariam " she said with a stern expression on her wrinkled face .
Mariam cleared her throat unsure of what to say now .
"I didn't hold Amar " Mariam said to Hanifa .
The two of them stopped talking when Amar entered the parlor. He went and sat down close to his mother .
Mariam dropped her tea cup in the kitchen and stood up to go out , "where are you going ?
" Hanifa asked her with Amar still beside her .
"Work " Mariam shortly replied .
"Why can't you just be like Basira !?! " Hanifa asked
"How ... I don't understand " Mariam replied back , her grip on the exit door handle tightened, trying her best to control her anger .
" she always stays at home to take care of the house but you .... You must work !" Hanifa said
" Mama please ...." Amar said trying to stop his mother that's obviously not in the mood to .
" no ! Amaru! Don't interfere this time ! She needs to know that her place is only in the kitchen , only you can work " Hanifa shouted at her son .
Mariam felt a drop of tear sliding down her cheeks , she doesn't want to cry infront of these two so she quickly opened the door and closed it very loudly .
She went out and stopped a taxi which took her directly to her working place . She's praying deeply in her heart now because she knows she's late .
She entered the large glass building and dropped her bag on her receptionist desk . She placed her head on the table as if she's having a headache. Mariam heard a knock on her table so she quickly raised her head .
Ahmad stood in front of her large working desk with a furious expression, his brown eyes held a lot of anger , he's wearing a black suit with a white tie . His king curly hair tied down his head .
" you came late yet you're sleeping " Ahmad said , his voice sounding like he has sore throat .
" no ... I wasn't sleeping sir " Mariam quickly replied with wide eyes , trying her best to defend herself .
"I d you come late again Mrs .Amaru, I promise you that I'm going to sack you ! Don't you know that as the receptionist you're suppose to be here before anyone ! ?" He said and with that he stormed out and went upstairs using the lift .
Mariam took a deep breath to calm herself down , she's seriously feeling like to cry now so she went to the highest building using the lift , nobody use to go there so she can cry to her satisfaction.
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