EMAD
I knock on the front door. A smile plastered on my face. I've decided to build my relationship with Maria. She'll learn to love me very soon.
"MARIA!" I call out, shouting at the top of my voice.
Is she in the bathroom or something?
I hear a voice from behind me, "Assalamualaikum (peace be upon you; that’s how Muslims greet each other)."
I turn around and nod at the male in front of me. I don't have the time to talk to him.
"I saw your sister in the evening sometime. I don't think she's back yet." He says, looking a little worried.
My chest swells with rage.
"She's my wife! MY WIFE!"
He looks taken aback. Oh Lord. Does he . . . like her?
"Oh . . . Um. Yes, of course. Your wife. Of course." He mumbles, nodding his head vigorously.
I lunge at him, holding him by the collar.
