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Victory Part Two

The rain poured over their umbrellas as Bushra and Carmella hugged and smiled. They were meeting after many days. Many days later after that first meeting when they had discovered each other and had decided to become friends.

Bushra snapped shut her umbrella, making the raindrops sprinkle around her. The girls walked into the restaurant giggling and cheerful, ready to unburden their heavy hearts. 

The girls met from time to time and behaved like good friends. A passer by would think they were soul sisters.  though secretly they were keeping an eye on each other and making sure neither one went back to him.

‘How have you been?' Bushra asked Carmella.

‘I haven’t been doing very well at all’, Carmella said almost tearfully. Carmella was a mess. She had lost her job and she was back home living with her brother again. The loss of Gilbert had devastated her.  She had thought he was bringing hope into her life. A new start after her divorce.

Bushra watched Carmella with pity. The girl was so naive, she trusted Bushra and believed everything she said. Bushra felt sorry for Carmella but she needed her.

Bushra knew how Carmella was obsessed with creating fake social media accounts and using these to gather information, so she could use her madness to discover information about the others in Gilbert’s game and she could talk to someone about it all. 

For now she needed to make Carmella believe that she was her friend. Although, Bushra didn’t understand why Carmella was troubled to this extent by their discoveries about Gilbert, after all she had only been with Gilbert for 2 months, while Bushra had been his partner for 10 years. It was on and off and they had split up and got back together countless times, but she had reason to be devastated.

Bushra couldn’t let Carmella see how in reality she needed her. Bushra had so many friends but she couldn’t be open with any of them. Who could she open up to? To whom could she reveal all  that she had suffered over the years to keep their relationship together and now to have Gilbert betray her like this in the most humiliating and soul destroying way?

She couldn’t reveal the deepest darkest secrets to her friends. She couldn’t tell any of her friends that there was a third woman besides herself and Carmella - that Gilbert had impregnated someone and she was due to give birth at any time.  All while he had proposed to her and she was supposed to marry him. And the untimely end of her own pregnancy? She was still reeling from the shock of it.

However Carmella, this pawn, she could open up to the girl and she could use her for support too, so she served a dual purpose. Bushra wanted to punish Gilbert by making friends with these girls to show him that she knew exactly which lies he had been telling others and how she knew what kind of a double, triple life he led.  

She thought he had loved her. 10 years of her life she had given to this man. She had left her first boyfriend for him. She had moved cities for him. She had given her youth to him, her best years, her twenties but he had broken her in return and stolen her light.  She would punish him.

Bushra was struggling with her loneliness and depression but she couldn’t let Carmella see this. She put on a mask and had to be strong because if she dropped one ball her mask would fall off and everyone in her world would see how broken she truly felt.
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