The 3G Life: Two Buildings

Saturday 5 October 2019

It is one of the weekends days and I feel at rest. It is a sunny morning and I get up early. My parents are at the dining table and we all have a nice chat together. My mother brings tea and we enjoy the outside view and have it. My sister does not wake up yet and misses everything.

"Where will you go right now?" Ubaidah asks the other day.

"I have to give flexi; did I not tell you?" I ask back.

"Dalair will come across the street any moment."

"He already crosses it. Me going."

"Please just stay a few minutes more with me."

But before she can say anything else I cross the street and am pretty close to Dalair. I say a silent hi and walk along the footpath in the drizzling rain. I will give flexi in Dalair's sim and not mine. Because the other day he said he never has balance in his phone.

I come back as soon as I can and see that Ubaidah is still on the ground floor. I run and hug her in my wet clothes. She says I look horrible but I know she just says it out of jealousy. I laugh aloud and she just gives me a surprised and shocked look.

"His friends will not let him come here," Ubaidah informs.

"Oh, then maybe I shall do something," I reply.

"Please don't do anything Amber, I request."

"Oh no, I won't keep that request."

"He'll kill me, for God's sake."

But of course, I never listen. I run to where he sits with his friend and give a small jump. Then I shriek his name and wave with both my hands. He waves back and I can feel his friends taunt him. He comes over to me and asks me to calm down.

I reply I will not and then ask him to check his phone. He says he know I gave flexi in his phone and that he will not return the money. It is just fifty takas; I wonder why I will take it back. He goes upstairs and I ask him if I can come along, but he just waves me bye.

Ubaidah comes over all of a sudden and asks me to go along with her. We enter the elevator and in no time is where Dalair waits for her. I give a loud goodbye to Ubaidah and laugh and climb down the stairs. Deep inside, somewhere, something does hurt at that moment.

I come to Jabbar sir's class and greet Fadheelat and Tamima. I go to drop Tamima to her physics sir's class every single day and today is not an exception. We all three go together with Jabbar sir's permission. On our way down we come to the center where Dalair and Ubaidah have a nice little chat.

That is when an idea comes to my mind. I ask Fadheelat to come along and we pretend that we look at the collection of books. Then I hear both of their voices and notice Dalair's bag on the couch. I ask the receptionist to give me a paper and scribble down a note and hook it in Dalair's bag's handle.

"Oh my God. You didn't just do that," Fadheelat says.

"Of course, I did it. It's fun," I reply.

"What'll he says if he finds out?"

"He'll probably give me a small scolding."

"You're actually very wild, you know."

I know how wild I am. And I know how dangerous that wildness is for me. I take Fadheelat at ground floor and we see that it rains at much speed. We both run out and thrust our faces towards the sky. We get completely drenched in less than two minutes but neither of us wants to go up.

I start to sing Taylor Swift's "Wildest Dream" and soon Fadheelat joins in too. We both sing and the music just blends in with the sound of the rain. Fadheelat walks along the footpath, and I keep standing and get wet. It is not very long ago when Dalair was just across the street.

I do not know what I feel for Dalair. But there is something about him. He offers me everything that I ever want in my wildest fantasies. But of course, I have to refuse because I cannot give in without love. There is Ubaidah, she is my cousin and loves him more than anyone can in forever.

But now when I stand here in the rain, I want someone's arm around me. Someone whispering in my ears. Someone to move my scarf that is blown across my face. I know Dalair breaks, at least that is what both Ubaidah and me observe, and I am okay with that.

"Do you still think of Dalair?" Fadheelat asks.

"Yeah, he's a very complicated guy," I reply.

"Because he's grown up, sooner than his age."

"But I'm older than him. Still, he's so complicated to me."

"In Sha Allah, one day, you'll simplify him."

I wonder if that day will ever come. We do not have much time, just less than two years from now and neither of us will meet the other. I wish I can become friends with Dalair a bit earlier, but I guess fate has a different plan for us. But sometimes, I really want to leave Dalair for his harsh behavior.

I miss Aayan. I do not know why; I can never forget him. And Aayan is the opposite of Dalair and maybe that is the reason my love for him is more evident. I am much sure about my love for him than for anyone else. Please 3G, I do not want to meet him again.