LET ME LOVE YOU

Chapter 33 - trouble in paradise.

Layla

"Amma Wallahi layla, ever since the day I was born, I've never seen a foolish person like you!" Came my best friend Farida's voice as she paced back and forth in my bedroom, scolding me. I didn't even try to oppose because I knew she was right, foolish doesn't even begin to describe me and my situation "how could you let that happen? Especially at a time like this? How could you make such a huge mistake?"

I sighed "it wasn't a mistake, and it wasn't intentional"

"Whats that supposed to mean?"

"It just happened, Okay?" I snapped "it just happened. It was destined to happen and even if I wanted to stop it from happening, I wouldn't have been able to no matter what, so kindly give me a break here!"

She shook her head, clearly in despair before moving closer to me "do you even have any idea how much damage you have caused? This is like....suffering to get to the rooftop of a freaking 50 story building and then suddenly deciding to fall back to the ground floor for no particular reason! What on earth is wrong with you?"

"Would you stop yelling at me?" I whispered yelled "if my mother wakes up and hears about this, she's going to kill me with her bare hands, so please, keep it down! I know I've messed up badly but that doesn't mean I want to die"

She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down, which seemed to have worked because I felt the tension reducing bit by bit, and she also lowered her voice "I really don't even know what to say anymore. You've made my brain cells get tangled up with no way out"

"Rida, you have to find a way to untangle them. You must find a way, because Wallahi Tallahi akwai muguwar Matsala; there's a serious problem ahead"

"Even if I untangle them, babu abun da zan iya miki; I can't do anything for you because what you did has absolutely no difference to picking a gun and shooting yourself dead in the head, so tell me, how can I bring a dead person back to life?"

I wasn't surprised by her answer, I actually expected her to say that and I knew that was the fact, but still, I had small hope, I had a little flame burning on my candle, and I hoped it would light the entire room up, but unfortunately, the wind sneaked in once again and distinguished that poor little flame, leaving me once again in abject darkness.

Not knowing what else to do or say, I held my head in my hands and shut my eyes tightly, trying so hard to stop the tears from falling Because I knew damn well that it was useless to cry. Shedding tears would do nothing but leave me with a banging headache which I absolutely didn't need at that moment. All I wanted was a plan. A way out. Something that would lead me to finding the end of the thread, because if I didn't, that would be the end of me, and I couldn't let that happen, I couldn't let myself get defeated without defeating Aya first, I couldn't just sit back and watch my world crumble while she happily and easily gets the win.

No!

Over my dead body!

"The problem now is Hafeez. How will you get through him?" She Asked, and then scoffed "though I doubt he's gonna care"

I immediately lifted my head up to look at her "why wouldn't he care? I'm his wife!"

"Yet he hasn't called, texted or at least emailed you to say something as small as a hi in all the 2 months and 17 days you spent away from his house, talk more of actually coming over here to see you, apologize and take you back? Yeah, that's very husbandly" she rolled her eyes, sarcasm lacing each and every one of her words  "sweetie, stop deceiving yourself, because that guy is somewhere in the Indian Ocean making memories with AY,"