Oh no
I awkwardly sat across from the people I didn't want to see in my life ever again, Javaria, my aunt, and my uncle.
Asad sat beside me with a confused look "I'm sorry what are you doing here again?" Asad asked them. When he opened the door, he was met with a crying Javaria and my aunt and uncle, they didn't say anything and just entered sitting down on our sofa.
"A-aabid and I had a fight." She sobbed harder and my aunt wrapped her arms around her "Okay, why are you here in Canada though?" My aunt started talking "You and Aabid are close, convince him not to divorce my daughter."
I looked over at Asad who was frowning and staring at his watch "Me and him are not close, now if you excuse me I have a match to get to." He picked up his bag and lunchbox and without another word left.
It was just me, my uncle, and my aunt. Soojin was staying in a hotel because she couldn't handle being around Sabha lately, Rabia and I visit her everyday and the girls are planning to go back to Pakistan after Sabha get's better.
Rabia was over there right now, I was about to go but then Asad made me stay back because he didn't like the food I had packed for him.
I should have gone with her
Javaria wiped her tears and my aunt turned to me "Rayyana, how are you and Asad doing?" I calmed down myself and tried not to show off the fact that Asad and I are miserable together, I honestly think those kisses mean nothing to him.
I mean nothing to him
"We're doing amazing Alhumdililah." Javaria scoffed "Don't lie Rayyana, it's obvious that you and Asad aren't doing fine." I smiled at her "If that's what you think." I finished with a shrug Want something to drink?" I got up and walked to the kitchen not bothering to stay for there response.
I came back with orange juice and water. "Divorce him." I put the tray on the table and sat down on the sofa, putting a leg on top of the other "And why would I do that?" I calmly stated my hands folded in my lap.
They were driving me crazy. This is exactly why I wanted to come back to Canada, to avoid them.
"Because Javaria deserves to live in a house like this, and be the wife of a famous cricket player's, not an... orphan." I sat there staring at them before bursting out laughing.
"Ohhh phupho, don't forget that you yourself are an orphan." My grandma had died when my dad was 3 and my grandpa had died years ago, I was crushed when he left because he stayed with us ever since I was born.
He was my first and last boy best friend.
My dad including him were 4 siblings, my aunt here in Canada, my aunt I'm talking to now, and my uncle in Pakistan. None of them wanted to take care of my grandpa so he lived with us, my aunt that lives in Canada used to hate it when we needed her to take care of my grandpa at times.
None of them deserved him, My family and I did. When he passed away, he passed away in Pakistan and none of the siblings besides my dad cried. My dad, my mom, and I were the only ones crying and missing him everyday.
Not them.
That was one of the reasons why I hated them.
"Asad and I may not be on good terms right now, but me and him belong together. And besides, you only want Asad because he's rich no? Well Mashallah so is Aabid, what's so wrong with him?"
Even though I want to leave Asad, this is not the way. How dare my aunt even come here and tell me to divorce my husband and give him to my cousin? How the hell does that even work?!
