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Chapter 24: Cinema (Act 1)
Three months had passed quickly without incident, and Lina is now six months pregnant. Her baby bump was visibly larger, and her breasts had grown fuller, making her feel both self-conscious and oddly empowered. The physical discomforts of pregnancy were constant backaches, swollen feet, and a relentless feeling of fatigue. Rahim, ever the doting husband, had insisted she stay home, worried about her condition. While she appreciated his concern, the days felt long and monotonous. To pass the time, she worked on the shop’s daily accounting or watched TV, but it wasn’t enough to fill the void.
Their physical intimacy had also dwindled. Rahim, coming from a traditional background, was hesitant to be intimate with Lina during her pregnancy, fearing he might harm their unborn child. She had tried to reassure him, but his reluctance remained. The lack of connection left her feeling lonely, even when he was right beside her.
The neighborhood women often complimented her, remarking on how radiant and beautiful she looked despite being heavily pregnant. Lina would blush and dismiss their words, though secretly, they lifted her spirits. But it wasn’t just the women who noticed her; the men in the neighborhood would stare at her with lecherous eyes, their gazes lingering on her curves. It made her uncomfortable, but she tried to ignore it.
When she discovered a new thriller movie playing at the cinema, Lina begged Rahim to take her.
Lina turned to Rahim, her eyes pleading. “I really want to watch this movie,” she said softly, placing a hand on her swollen belly. “We haven’t gone out in so long, and I just… I need a change of scenery.”
Rahim glanced at her, his brow furrowed with concern. “But Lina, you’re six months pregnant. Isn’t it too much for you? The cinema is crowded, and it’s late. You should rest.”
She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I’ve been resting every day. I feel fine, Rahim. I just want to do something normal, like we used to. Please?”
He hesitated, his gaze lingering on her face. She looked tired but determined, and he couldn’t ignore the longing in her voice.
“What if something happens? What if you get hurt?”
“Nothing will happen,” she insisted, her tone firmer now. “I’m not made of glass. And besides, you’ll be there with me. I just… I need this.”
Rahim ran a hand through his hair, clearly conflicted. He knew how much she’d been struggling with the monotony of staying home, but his protective instincts were hard to override. Finally, he nodded slowly.
“Alright, we’ll go. But if you feel even a little tired or uncomfortable, we leave immediately. Deal?”
Lina’s face lit up, and she leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Deal. Thank you, Rahim. You won’t regret it.”
He gave her a small smile, though his worry lingered. “I hope not. Just… take it easy, okay?”
“I will,” she promised, her voice filled with gratitude as she started counting down the days until the outing.
Thursday finally arrived and they entered the theater’s waiting area. Only a handful of people were there, and Rahim bought the best middle seats for optimal viewing. As he queued for popcorn, Lina noticed two men in their fifties staring at her blatantly. Their eyes roamed over her pregnant figure, admiring her openly. Feeling exposed, she pulled her shawl tighter around her and looked away.
When the cinema attendant announced their hall was open, Lina and Rahim took their seats. Ten minutes into the movie, the theater was still sparsely populated. Rahim sat to her right, already dozing off. To her left, someone took a seat, though she didn’t glance their way. Behind her, she heard two more people settling in.
The theater was dimly lit, the soft hum of the movie’s background score filling the air. Lina shifted in her seat, her baby bump pressing against the armrest as she tried to find a comfortable position. Rahim’s steady snores beside her were almost rhythmic, his exhaustion from the day’s work evident. She glanced at him momentarily, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the faint annoyance. At least he’s here, she thought, though his presence did little to alleviate the boredom of watching the movie alone.
30 minutes into the movie, she felt faint sensation of warm breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She stiffened, her fingers tightening around the popcorn bucket in her lap. She didn’t dare turn her head, but the feeling was unmistakable, it someone was deliberately blowing air against her skin. Her heart began to thud in her chest, and she shifted slightly to the right, closer to Rahim, hoping the movement would signal whoever it was to stop.
But it didn’t. Instead, the sensation intensified, the breath now accompanied by the faintest whisper of a chuckle. Lina’s cheeks flushed, her body betraying her with a slight tremble. She clenched her jaw, determined not to give whoever it was the satisfaction of seeing her react. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, though she couldn’t focus on the movie anymore.
Behind her, she heard a low voice murmur something unintelligible, followed by another soft laugh. The sound sent a jolt through her, and she turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of one of the men who had been staring at her earlier in the waiting area. His eyes met hers briefly before darting away, a smirk playing on his lips. Lina’s stomach churned, a mix of unease and something else she couldn’t quite place.
She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the popcorn in her hands. But then, she felt it...a touch. Fingers brushed against the back of her arm, lingering for just a moment before retreating. Her breath caught, and she froze, her mind racing. She glanced at Rahim again, but he was still asleep, oblivious to what was happening beside him.
The touch came again, this time more deliberate. A hand grazed her side, fingers trailing along the curve of her waist before pulling away. Lina’s pulse quickened, a hot flush spreading across her skin. She bit her lip, torn between calling out and staying silent. The rational part of her mind screamed at her to wake Rahim or move to another seat, but another part, a deeper, more insistent part kept her rooted in place.
The man to her left leaned closer, his face inches from hers. She could feel his breath again, warm and unsettling against her cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and full of intent. Lina’s heart pounded, her grip on the popcorn bucket tightening until her knuckles turned white. She didn’t respond, didn’t even look at him, but her body betrayed her with a slight tremble.
Behind her, another voice chimed in. “She’s pregnant, man. That’s even hotter.” The words were spoken with a mix of awe and admiration, and Lina felt a surge of conflicting emotions of embarrassment, anger, and, strangely, a flicker of pride. She hated that they were talking about her like this, but some small part of her relished the attention after months of Rahim’s distance.
The man beside her reached out again, his hand brushing against her thigh this time. Lina’s breath hitched, and she instinctively crossed her legs, trying to create a barrier between them. But he persisted, his fingers inching closer to the hem of her dress. Her mind screamed at her to stop him, to do something, anything but her body seemed frozen in place.
“Shh… don’t make a sound,” he murmured, his voice smooth and coaxing. His hand moved higher, grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Lina’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her body betraying her with a soft gasp. She hated herself for it, hated how her traitorous body responded to his touch despite everything.
“R..Rahim…” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible. But Rahim didn’t stir, his snores continuing unabated. The man beside her chuckled softly, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress.
“He’s not going to wake up,” he said, his tone confident. “Just relax.”
Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions of fear, guilt, and something darker that she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Three months had passed quickly without incident, and Lina is now six months pregnant. Her baby bump was visibly larger, and her breasts had grown fuller, making her feel both self-conscious and oddly empowered. The physical discomforts of pregnancy were constant backaches, swollen feet, and a relentless feeling of fatigue. Rahim, ever the doting husband, had insisted she stay home, worried about her condition. While she appreciated his concern, the days felt long and monotonous. To pass the time, she worked on the shop’s daily accounting or watched TV, but it wasn’t enough to fill the void.
Their physical intimacy had also dwindled. Rahim, coming from a traditional background, was hesitant to be intimate with Lina during her pregnancy, fearing he might harm their unborn child. She had tried to reassure him, but his reluctance remained. The lack of connection left her feeling lonely, even when he was right beside her.
The neighborhood women often complimented her, remarking on how radiant and beautiful she looked despite being heavily pregnant. Lina would blush and dismiss their words, though secretly, they lifted her spirits. But it wasn’t just the women who noticed her; the men in the neighborhood would stare at her with lecherous eyes, their gazes lingering on her curves. It made her uncomfortable, but she tried to ignore it.
When she discovered a new thriller movie playing at the cinema, Lina begged Rahim to take her.
Lina turned to Rahim, her eyes pleading. “I really want to watch this movie,” she said softly, placing a hand on her swollen belly. “We haven’t gone out in so long, and I just… I need a change of scenery.”
Rahim glanced at her, his brow furrowed with concern. “But Lina, you’re six months pregnant. Isn’t it too much for you? The cinema is crowded, and it’s late. You should rest.”
She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I’ve been resting every day. I feel fine, Rahim. I just want to do something normal, like we used to. Please?”
He hesitated, his gaze lingering on her face. She looked tired but determined, and he couldn’t ignore the longing in her voice.
“What if something happens? What if you get hurt?”
“Nothing will happen,” she insisted, her tone firmer now. “I’m not made of glass. And besides, you’ll be there with me. I just… I need this.”
Rahim ran a hand through his hair, clearly conflicted. He knew how much she’d been struggling with the monotony of staying home, but his protective instincts were hard to override. Finally, he nodded slowly.
“Alright, we’ll go. But if you feel even a little tired or uncomfortable, we leave immediately. Deal?”
Lina’s face lit up, and she leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Deal. Thank you, Rahim. You won’t regret it.”
He gave her a small smile, though his worry lingered. “I hope not. Just… take it easy, okay?”
“I will,” she promised, her voice filled with gratitude as she started counting down the days until the outing.
Thursday finally arrived and they entered the theater’s waiting area. Only a handful of people were there, and Rahim bought the best middle seats for optimal viewing. As he queued for popcorn, Lina noticed two men in their fifties staring at her blatantly. Their eyes roamed over her pregnant figure, admiring her openly. Feeling exposed, she pulled her shawl tighter around her and looked away.
When the cinema attendant announced their hall was open, Lina and Rahim took their seats. Ten minutes into the movie, the theater was still sparsely populated. Rahim sat to her right, already dozing off. To her left, someone took a seat, though she didn’t glance their way. Behind her, she heard two more people settling in.
The theater was dimly lit, the soft hum of the movie’s background score filling the air. Lina shifted in her seat, her baby bump pressing against the armrest as she tried to find a comfortable position. Rahim’s steady snores beside her were almost rhythmic, his exhaustion from the day’s work evident. She glanced at him momentarily, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the faint annoyance. At least he’s here, she thought, though his presence did little to alleviate the boredom of watching the movie alone.
30 minutes into the movie, she felt faint sensation of warm breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She stiffened, her fingers tightening around the popcorn bucket in her lap. She didn’t dare turn her head, but the feeling was unmistakable, it someone was deliberately blowing air against her skin. Her heart began to thud in her chest, and she shifted slightly to the right, closer to Rahim, hoping the movement would signal whoever it was to stop.
But it didn’t. Instead, the sensation intensified, the breath now accompanied by the faintest whisper of a chuckle. Lina’s cheeks flushed, her body betraying her with a slight tremble. She clenched her jaw, determined not to give whoever it was the satisfaction of seeing her react. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, though she couldn’t focus on the movie anymore.
Behind her, she heard a low voice murmur something unintelligible, followed by another soft laugh. The sound sent a jolt through her, and she turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of one of the men who had been staring at her earlier in the waiting area. His eyes met hers briefly before darting away, a smirk playing on his lips. Lina’s stomach churned, a mix of unease and something else she couldn’t quite place.
She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the popcorn in her hands. But then, she felt it...a touch. Fingers brushed against the back of her arm, lingering for just a moment before retreating. Her breath caught, and she froze, her mind racing. She glanced at Rahim again, but he was still asleep, oblivious to what was happening beside him.
The touch came again, this time more deliberate. A hand grazed her side, fingers trailing along the curve of her waist before pulling away. Lina’s pulse quickened, a hot flush spreading across her skin. She bit her lip, torn between calling out and staying silent. The rational part of her mind screamed at her to wake Rahim or move to another seat, but another part, a deeper, more insistent part kept her rooted in place.
The man to her left leaned closer, his face inches from hers. She could feel his breath again, warm and unsettling against her cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and full of intent. Lina’s heart pounded, her grip on the popcorn bucket tightening until her knuckles turned white. She didn’t respond, didn’t even look at him, but her body betrayed her with a slight tremble.
Behind her, another voice chimed in. “She’s pregnant, man. That’s even hotter.” The words were spoken with a mix of awe and admiration, and Lina felt a surge of conflicting emotions of embarrassment, anger, and, strangely, a flicker of pride. She hated that they were talking about her like this, but some small part of her relished the attention after months of Rahim’s distance.
The man beside her reached out again, his hand brushing against her thigh this time. Lina’s breath hitched, and she instinctively crossed her legs, trying to create a barrier between them. But he persisted, his fingers inching closer to the hem of her dress. Her mind screamed at her to stop him, to do something, anything but her body seemed frozen in place.
“Shh… don’t make a sound,” he murmured, his voice smooth and coaxing. His hand moved higher, grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Lina’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her body betraying her with a soft gasp. She hated herself for it, hated how her traitorous body responded to his touch despite everything.
“R..Rahim…” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible. But Rahim didn’t stir, his snores continuing unabated. The man beside her chuckled softly, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress.
“He’s not going to wake up,” he said, his tone confident. “Just relax.”
Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions of fear, guilt, and something darker that she didn’t want to acknowledge.
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