Not The Primrose Path

Chapter 5 : Brother aka sister's best mate~

                 Chapter 5

Brother aka sister's best mate

          
"When life has you down your brother has always something new to make you chuckle".

Misha Rabab ~

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< Misha Rabab >

Today was one of those days when you feel like not doing anything and just sleep like a log the whole time.After fajr,reading a small chapter from the Quran with the meaning and transliteration I jumped onto my bed and since then I did nothing productive except for cramping a  few lines of the speech that i was suppose to deliver in tomorrow's morning assembly.

The only time getting off the bed was to offer salah.Suppressing a yawn I looked at the watch, it was'nt even evening yet and I already felt like having a full day. Fighting against the inner voice that still wanted me to be in a zombie mode I practically said 'NO' and slipped off my bed.

There was still some time left for As'r so i decided to visit Hadi. Wearing a knee length oversized shirt paired with printed leaf tapered trousers I picked my favourite knotted scarf. Within a few minutes I was on my way to the boys hostel.On reaching the reception desk I found Ms. Martha scribbling down something on the writing pad. She was so engrossed in her work that she failed to notice my presence. I decided to not to disturb her and let her get done with the task.

Like always she was dressed in an amazing outfit.I always admired her dressing sense. She was a paradigm of polished and modern attire,using other accessories and jewellery in moderation such as a pop-of-color belt or statement necklace which made her personality more prominent. She lifted her head when the work was done and was surprised to find me standing behind the desk.

"I am so sorry for the trouble.I had to complete this work,it was just an urgent situation." She expressed regretfully.

"No worries ma'am. I figured that out, that's why I didn't disturb you". I replied with a smile on my face.

I knew what a tough job she had,dealing with multiple demands at once,serving everyone with a cheerful and upbeat personality even while having a rough day and dealing with challenging brats patiently no matter how rude they were or even if they got on her last nerves, was definitely not her dish.

"That's so kind of you.Let me guess you are here to meet your brother,Hadi Zengi.Right?"she said with a smile,to which I just nodded.

I then sat down on one of the chairs in the waiting room where the announcement for Hadi to report in the waiting room was very much audible.Few random seats were occupied by some parents and their kids. I was casually looking around the room,when my sight caught the scene of a boy perhaps in his preteens,his eyes filled with tears and lips pursed into a thin line, as if afraid to separate them, may be because he had no trust in his voice that might escape his throat. These sights always made me restless,every year I would get to witness a lot of them which would bring back the old memories to my mind and the scars that were assumed to be healed would suddenly feel like fresh. I shifted my weight to my left leg and lowered my body with my eyes still on the boy.

"May be this is all to build him, don't give them those looks."

Mahib Zengi my cousin,Uncle Khalid's son was standing near the door. Hands in his pockets with an odd look on his face,his eyes on the farewell of the threesome. I failed to understand what message his looks were trying to give me.He is such a mysterious personality in our entire family and also the most reserved person,he won't speak unless he had something particularly constructive to say, it seemed words were priced from his mouth.