Ultimate betrayal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Fawzia has to face the consequences because she believes her husband, Faizel when he apologizes for his infidelity.

Submitted: July 30, 2008

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Fawzia stared into the mirror. The longer she stared, the more she hated the woman she had become. Gone was the young, joyful. Carefree graduate who everyone said was going places. The only place she was going now, was to a tiny cell at Pollsmoor.
How could she have done it? How, they asked, could a young, beautiful mother of two be capable of this heinous crime? How could she be so calculating? Why does anyone reach breaking point?
Tears welled in her eyes as she recalled the days –especially the earlier days when young love reigned supreme. She had noticed Faizel across a crowded room at her friend’s graduation party and wondered who he was. He was beyond handsome, he was stunning-a perfect specimen of a man! Perhaps she had had her quota of failed relationships in her last year of university and this was a new beginning.
She ignored all the warning bells ringing throughout the courtship and decided that it was time to listen to her heart for once. When he proposed, she gladly accepted. A year later baby Naeem was born. Fawzia’s life was now complete. She gave up her job as a lawyer and concentrated on being a full-time mother and housewife. She felt safe and comfortable within the cocooned life that Faizel provided her and the baby with.
Then suddenly, the bubble burst. It was February. Naeem was turning two in a week. A woman phoned the home to say she was pregnant and Faizel was the father. Fawzia shook with disbelief. Not her Faizel-never!
When he came home that night, he vehemently denied any knowledge of the woman but the seeds of doubt had already been sown. The next day she searched through all his pockets, his briefcase and the desk in his study, looking through old cheque book stubs, credit card statements – basically anything that could prove or disprove the claims. She could not believe her eyes. There, in black and white, was the incriminating proof. How could she have been such a fool? How could she have smugly sat by and allowed this to happen? She tried to remember which was more devastating- him admitting the affair or the feeling of emptiness that enveloped her soon after. She felt humiliated and violated. How could he have violated the sanctity of their marriage? Did he not care that she may contract HIV and Aids through his philandering? Faizel was remorseful and convinced her that it was a momentary lapse and it would never happen again. Perhaps it was love or perhaps plain stupidity but she had believed him as foolishly as her little Naeem believed in the tooth fairy.
A year went by and life resumed its natural rhythm in their household. The memory of the affair started to fade and she chalked it down to experience, comfortable in the knowledge that he was faithful to her and her alone. Their love seemed to deepen and she attributed his affair to a casual fling. He had said that he began to feel neglected with the arrival of Naeem. She wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. If she ever had another child, she would ensure that Faizel was fully involved.
And, this time around, he attended the ante-natal classes, read all mother-to-be magazines and offered her advice on her diet and clothing. This time, he was totally involved. When Riaz arrived, he knew exactly what to do, who to ask and where to get anything pertaining to babies from. Life was ……………great.
And then Riaz turned two. The memories of Naeem’s second birthday came flooding back. Fawzia banished all thoughts of that horrible day from her mind. There was no reason for her to be worried because Faizel was a good father, always there for her and their sex life had improved remarkably. There had only been that little tiff in February where they were not on speaking terms for a day. But the making up had been worth the day of silence.Their passion for each other had increased. She no longer sat around the house but worked at a company for half a day and was there when the children came home from pre-school and crèche. Working again gave her a new lease on life and she began to take more care of her appearance. Faizel’s additional business of installing alarm systems made extra money available for the wardrobe which she convinced herself she needed for the corporate world.
But this was to be the calm before the storm. She received a call one afternoon from Faizel’s boss to say he had been assaulted at work. She raced across town to comfort her loved one. His back was aching and his face was black and blue. She couldn’t understand the senseless beating. Why? Why? Why? The current levels of violence in the country were alarming but this made no sense.
Later that evening she received a call from the perpetrator explaining the reason for his actions. Faizel had slept with his wife who was now pregnant and confessed to the sordid affair. Fawzia felt weak. Her life seemed to be an endless series of re-runs. Once again Faizel denied his actions. The other woman’s husband arrived to confront him in Fawzia’s presence but he stuck to his story.
That night Fawzia confronted him. “I’m divorcing you now. I’ve had enough:. Faizel sobbed and fell to his knees but she ignored those pleas.
Late that night she heard him moving around the house. She got up. The safe was open. Her mind raced. What was he up to? Her children lay asleep in the room beyond the lounge. He was entering their room. What the hell was he going to do? Her body numbed. “Noooooooo!” A loud shot rang in the air……….then another. Time seemed to stand still. She knew she was next. She ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and , as he turned the corner, stabbed him in the stomach.
Faizel groaned. And then, there was silence…………
She had nothing to live for. Her babies were gone….destroyed within seconds. Life had no meaning. She was an empty shell. The only solace that she now had was that he would never again hurt her. Never again! Never!
 


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