Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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Mom is coming to my city. VeldaJohanesenwill be visiting the city I reside in. After so much years of not seeing her, in two weeks and six days I will again. I had hoped the date with Arman would've distracted me from my anxiety at the prospect of seeing her again, and in all fairness, it did. For one night it seems, as now, all I can think about as I lay in bed at six in the afternoon after a full day at work, is just that. The thought terrified me.
How will I act?
What will I say?
Can I even stomach seeing her again?
I sat up quickly, bile rising in my throat. I sat at the edge of the bed, my stomach dry heaving, trying to expel the contents in my stomach. Seeing as I ate nothing all of today, there wasn't anything coming up.
I tried massaging my neck and stomach but the waves of nausea kept hitting and I couldn't do anything than to stand up to force the feeling away. It didn't leave and so, I grabbed my phone from my pillow, quickly dialling Singh's number. He picked up on the first ring.
"Hey Sara."
"Mom is coming." I said, my voice strained. Panic trekked up my spine, hitting me right in the back of my head. A dull throbbing formed and my tongue felt heavy in my head.
"I know, she told— oh no." His eyes brows pulled together as his eyes widen. His mouth slacked and he turned away from the phone slightly as I heard him whisper something off-camera. A robe-clad hand I hadn't seen earlier removed from his chest as he began walking out of his room. It hadn't occurred to me he had company and that made me feel ten times worse.
"Singhy, I'm so sorry. I'll call back later." I rushed out.
"No, Sariah. It's okay. I'm sorry. It had occurred to me to call you sooner, well, as soon as she called me but it quickly slipped my mind."
"Because you have other matters at hand." I had meant for it to come out as a joke but it came out harsher than I intended.
"I have..." his skin tinged red and a small smile graced his face.
"It's serious then?"
"I think it is, we haven't labelled it yet but I think I may have real feelings for her." This made my heart warm and I was able to give him an actual smile. It isn't everyday you hear Singh admitting his feelings, especially romantically. It sort a made me happy. Happy that maybe, just maybe he isn't too damaged from all the trauma we've experienced. Of all the persons in the world, he deserved it.
"Enough about me. How are you dealing with it? You know you don't have to see her. I'll make sure of that." he muttered.
I hinged the phone on the dresser and stepped back to inspect myself in the mirror. My skin looked pale in comparison to how it looked last night, and below my eyes hollowed. It's crazy how emotional fatigue could present itself on your physical features.
