Over the next few months, he spoke to his “wife” occasionally on the phone and visited them once in a while but tried to keep the contact limited, only as necessary. He told Khulood that he was busy with his business and would only be able to visit her when he was in her state. That was the only possibility since his family wasn’t aware of the nikah.
Two months later, he was informed by Kamal of an Islamic conference. “It is in Louisiana and is three days long. You can attend it as well as visit your in-laws,” Kamal suggested. And since Saeid had to play the part to help Khulood get out of her condition, he had to visit her. So, two weeks later, he was once again on his way to Louisiana. He would attend the conference the first two days and spend the third day with his “wife’s” family.
Khulood’s condition was much better than the last time he’d seen her and her weight was much lower, Saeid saw. Her looks were returning, and he saw that she was prettier than anyone he knew. Pictures hadn’t done her justice. She really had model looks. But he wondered what her mental condition was like. Was she really only depressed because of a failed relationship or was she psychotic? He didn’t know and he might never find out. In any case, he was getting out of this as soon as he could. But would that be easy? Or would there be danger of putting the woman back into the same spot that he was trying hard to get her out of?
Those were his thoughts when Khulood interrupted him, coming into the room, holding a tray with two glasses. She placed the tray on the table. “What are you thinking?” she asked.
“How and when to tell my parents,” he replied. It was better than saying “nothing” which might make her suspicious. And he wondered if she might be borderline. If she might break if he gave her the wrong answer. “I didn’t tell them about you because I didn’t want them complicating things. They are very traditional and weren’t even happy about my joining a matrimonial agency. They prefer that I marry someone from back home.”
She nodded, sighing. “I know I wasn’t in the condition where you could show me to your parents. I’m still not, at 215 pounds, but I’m trying. I know I’ve been a disappointment and I’m trying hard to overcome it.” She sat down on the sofa next to him.
“I’m glad that you and your sister accepted me. That was not short of a miracle.”
Saeid saw that Khulood spoke in a controlled, calculated manner and he couldn’t help wondering if she might be on some medication. He looked at her with distrust. Still, he knew she expected an answer from him.
“Do you remember when I told you about the accident I had. My three friends and I were saved and that was the greatest favor of God on us,” he said.
“I always wondered if that story was true or were you just saying it to make me feel better,” Khulood said.
“It would be best if you weren’t so distrustful of people, Khulood,” he said, hoping his frankness didn’t hurt her. But if she was on medication which he now expected, then whatever her condition, it was hopefully controlled.
“Not trusting people will only hurt you,” he continued. “I know you were previously hurt, and I’m not saying you should trust everyone. But try to stay in-between.”
“I am trying,” she said. “You were telling me about your accident.”
Saeid saw that Khulood passed the first test. She didn’t have memory problems or flight of ideas. He didn’t know why he was keen on finding out the truth about her condition; he had no plans to keep her as his wife. Pushing the thoughts away, he said, “Yes, I was given another chance at life. And when I met you I thought it was a test on me from Allah, whether I would help you through your ordeal or turn you down which might further pain you.”
A fleeting pained look passed through her eyes and he knew he’d made a mistake. She would now doubt his sincerity. To keep her from letting it hurt her, he brought his face close to her. “You know Khulood, I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve seen.” And he brushed his lips across hers. He hoped she would believe that the kiss was sincere. But no sooner had he kissed her, she stood up.
“I knew it was too good to be true. You are only doing this to help cure my depression. You don’t really intend to marry me.”
Then she ran from the room.
“I already did marry you,” he yelled after her. But she didn’t stop or answer. She just ran and disappeared through the double-doors leading to the rest of the house. It was obvious she was crying, because a moment later her brother entered.
What will happen next? Will something bad happen to Khulood? Will the family blame Saeid? Find out in the next installment.