Because, Its Halal - muslim Romance #Wattys 2015#YourStoryIndia

Chapter 40 - Feelings of Dèja Vu

"Some questions are better left unanswered or they are ignored because the answers are too hard to accept"

Feelings of deja vu

My visit to the airport and back home was tiring and since I didnt get any sleep the full night I jumped on my bed and fell asleep immediately. Zaroon's flight was at 8:30 there was no way I would get a call from him before 1:30 in the afternoon.I removed my Hijab and changed into comfortable track pants got into bed with my phone next to me and fell asleep.
When I woke up it was 12:40 already I rushed to the washroom and then to the kitchen I was very hurt by the incident last week where I went out with Zaroon for lunch and when I got back home Gazala aunty shot me with a missile of taunts. I always try to run away from work and spend lavishly, my parents hadn't thought me anything and this is what happenes when girls go abroad and how shameless I was and stuff. And what was the worst part? Zaroon did not say a word in my favour he took his news paper and walked to our bedroom silently.
I did not want that same thing to happen again so after that incident I made sure to be always ready for any house chores.

"Did Zaroon call?" Gazala aunty asked as I rushed into the kitchen.
"Not yet. can I help?" I say and look around to help her.
My few months in this house and I hadn't really cooked much. Pasta, boiled egg, toasting my bread and yes thats pretty much.
"Chop these vegetables" she says and hands me a tray.
"Okay. Anything else?" I ask before leaving the kitchen.
"Your mother had called, said you did not answer her call" she says disinterested.
"Oh! I'll call her back after Im done with the veggies" I say and take the tray and a knife and sit on the dinning table outside.

I had seen ammi's miss call when I woke up but I did not want to hear anything from Gazala aunty that would upset me like I am always so late or not helping so I decided to call mum when I was free.
I wonder what she wanted to talk about that was so Important that she called Gazala aunty.

I choped all the veggies and place them on the kitchen counter and ask Gazala aunty if she needed any more help when she shook her head I left the kitchen and went to my bedroom to call mum.

"Assalamualikum" She greets.
"Walekum assalam ammi. How are you?" I ask.
"Alhamdulila, how are you? Has Zaroon left?" She asks.
"Yes ammi early morning" I say sadly.
"So you are free now why dont you come home? Ask Gazala and come for a few days she wont mind" She suggests.
"Few days?" I ask a little surprised.
"Yes. Why? Is there some problem? I dont think Gazala will mind. Do you want me to talk to her?" Mum asks.
"No no..Ill talk to her. Ill ask her but is there any particular reason for which you want me to come?" I ask curious.
"Ayaat. Just come beta. Its been so long since you got married and you've just had formal visits here. Since Zaroon's not there you could spend some time with us" She says.
"Okay ammi. Ill ask Gazala aunty and let you know. Now I've gotta go, Assalamualikum" I say and disconnect the call.

How would I tell ammi that 'her Gazala' was not the same anymore not like she was  torturing me or anything but it was now proved that I was not the universal choice was Zaroon and I was not her favourite but I still dont understand when she brought a proposal for me for Rahil she thought I was good for him then why not Zaroon?

Anyway I look at the watch and I waa almost half past one, Zaroon had promissed to skype me once he reached his accomodation.
But oh wait. I dont have a laptop! Allah!
I put on my hijab and run to Rahil's room and knock.

"Your brother's going to skype. Do you mind if I use your laptop for sometime?" I ask as I get into his room.
"Hey! Yeah sure. Just a minute" He says and hands me out his laptop.

Sure the starting few weeks had been really akward for both of us. I dint hate him in particular but I dint like him either but after he helped me with the Arzoo situation I'd started to like him. He was a changed man, Not that old Rahil who flirted around with girls and Allah knows what else probably that was because of Fiza. That reminded me I had to talk to Fiza about her and Rahil.