Burn the truth (ENG)

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As soon as I walked into the house, I concluded that Imran was still outside. It was dead quiet and the lights were off.

I had put the keys with my bag on the dining table and pulled my blouse over my head as I walked upstairs. I changed into gray sweatpants with a black shirt and went back down the stairs.

The clock in the living room showed it was five o'clock in the afternoon and I heard my stomach growl.

I decided to prepare rice with chicken for today.

While I was cooking the chicken, the bell rang. Excited that it might be Imran, I cleaned my hands with a towel and walked to the door.

I opened the door and saw a pair of dark brown eyes. "Samira?" I let her in quickly and closed the door behind me.

"Four words." She held up four fingers. "I hate the rain."

I rolled my eyes and turned on the light before walking back into the kitchen.

She flopped onto our gray couch and I was tempted to kick her out at the sight of the water trails on the couch. "How's the married life, Zara?"

I nodded with satisfaction as I sprinkled herbs into the pan. "Fine." I took out a bag of chips and threw it in Samira's lap.

Samira opened the bag and stuffed some into her mouth. "Is Imran home?" she asked as a few more popped into her mouth and looked around her.

I shook my head and sat down next to her on the couch. "He'll be here soon. Where's Mira?"

"With her grandmother. Mama had missed her, so Faid dropped her off for the day." She crossed her knee over the other and slumped back.

I pressed my hand to my chin. "Will you stay for dinner? And will Faid come too?"

She lifted her shoulders. "I don't know, but I'll stay for dinner." She pushed the bag my way and I fished out some chippies from the bag. "If that's alright with you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course, I would like that."

When I heard the kettle chime, I stood up. "Turn on the heater before you get sick. The bathroom is upstairs in case you need it."

I carefully poured the hot liquid into a pitcher and dabbed a tea bag into it.

"Zara." Samira stood against the door of the kitchen, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

I took a number of plates from the cupboard and placed them on the dining table. "Yes, Samira."

She leaned her hip against the counter. ''How was it?''

I stopped for a second and looked at her confused. ''What?''

"How did it go?" she whispered to me and I immediately dropped the cutlery.

I ran my hands over my face in shame. "Oh my god, Samira." Heat rose to my cheeks. ''Stop.''

Her eyes looked at me curiously. "Were you wearing the white lingerie I advised you?"

I nodded under my fingers.

"What did Imran think of that?" Her eyes looked at me impatiently. "Did he tear it open?"

My eyes widened at her statement and I looked away.

A sly grin appeared on her face. "He did, didn't he?"

I picked up the cutlery and pushed my hair behind my ear so it could hide the blush on my face. "Samira, this is awkward."

I let out a relieved sigh as her ringtone went off. She grumbled a few things under her breath and walked out of the kitchen.