The Power Of Calmness

Chapter 37

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“Nana has been here for a week now, and you still haven’t told her anything.” Ayman said, one morning as they were making breakfast. Bukar has always been good at culinary activities right from when he was in his teens so, it was something the boys had adapted from him seeing that there was no woman to help them with it in the house.

“I will tell her when it’s right.” He curtly answered, chopping some vegetables.

“Now is the right time and you know it.” Ayman replied through gritted teeth, leaning by the sink. “Have you seen yourself lately? You look miserable.”

That was true. Lately, he hasn’t bothered to look in the mirror, of what use was it? He hasn’t shaved in days, dark bags underlined his eyes and the worst of all, he was getting sick which he knew well about.

Ashraf stopped whistling as he stirred the content in the pot. “Is there something I should know?”

Ignoring his question, Bukar said. “I said I’d tell her.”

“When? You seem to think that you’ve all the time in the world.”

“I will do it at my own convenience.”

“You don’t seem to get this, do you?”

“I don’t want to, it’s useless.” Bukar seethed, adding pressure unto the knife.

“Did you guys not hear when I asked a question? Or you just chose to ignore me?” Ashraf scowled, crossing his arms.

“I see what you’re trying to do,” Ayman uttered, laughing bitterly. “You are trying to back out, right? I told you that we were in this together!”

“You both have been stiff around each other for reasons best known to you, can someone tell me what the matter is?” Ashraf questioned again but as it was before, he was left unanswered.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” He muttered, training his eyes on the chopping board. Why couldn’t he just let the topic die down? It was so infuriating and his patience was running thin.

“Do not forget that this isn’t about you alone, we are also involved!”

“Involved in what?” Ashraf asked, looking back and forth between them.

“I demand this interrogation of yours halt, it’s making me uncomfortable.” Bukar sternly looked him dead in the eye, passing the chopped vegetables to Ashraf.

“You can dash it aside all you want but not forever!” Ayman retorted also on edge. Bukar didn’t want to listen, which was very bad. From not wanting to listen, he would shut everyone out like he always does. He wasn’t going to backdown without saying his mind.

“Are you raising your voice at me!?”

“Yes, because I want you to listen to me!”

“Ayman, quiet it down.” Ashraf whispered pleadingly. He has never been so oblivious to what was happening around him before. The tension between both men was rocketing out of control. 

“Stop grilling me Ayman!” He growled, slamming his fist on the counter. Ashraf watched as he breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring in rage.

“So, we are just going to throw away this opportunity into the mud?” Ayman questioned, balling his hands into fists by his side. Ashraf turned to see his eyes, red and filled with anger. 

“We!?” Bukar scoffed, acridly. “This has nothing to do with you so, stay out of my business!” He warned.