Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 5: How it began, Goodbyes

It all started when a fourteen year old me in JS 3 was bullied at the school canteen. The fatso of the class had hit my head only because I refused to give up my cue for him. I held my head hurtfully and bent down, crying with my friends Dee and Basee consoling me, before a senior suddenly showed up just like superheroes do at sites of catastrophe. This senior whom we recognized as the Headboy of the school at that time punished the fatso and made sure him or any other person did not bully anyone again. Of course, me and my friends were very thankful to our knight in shining armor and recognized him ever since, paying our respects whenever we see him. Because the juniors were very wary of the seniors, there was hardly any attraction between these two sets of people. If the junior paid any attention to a senior of the opposite sex, especially when the junior is a female, she'd immediately be accused of trying to date the senior. And this, was a very abominable act, especially to the seniors. They often feel threatened and mocked when this happens and try to bully the female junior into never talking to the male senior again. And not even me who was privileged then to have my sister in the senior class(which meant immunity) would be spared. This was what me and my friends were scared of, that's why we dared not crush openly on our hot male seniors. Our headboy was hardly among the guys we crushed on, but in the end, he was the one we ended up getting close to. Towards the end of thier tenure, this Headboy of ours whom would turn out to be Abdul Hameed cornered me on my way to our car after closing and brought up an offer to me. An offer to be my Yaya(older brother). But then, I innocently told him I already had a lot of Yayas. Then he said not in that way.. but in a way he can protect me undercover, especially when I'm in the school premises, without any of my family member knowing. This offer only upholded though when Sis Sabira agreed to it.

Abdul Hameed stayed true to his words and protected me undercover, even after graduating from the school the same year I knew him. He remained my Yaya for two more years after that before he suddenly sprang up to me one day with all seriousness, telling me he was tired of this bro zone, and that was when he confessed his feelings to me, hoping I'd respond to him in whichever way possible. If I wanted to date, we would date, but if I didn't want to date, then we'd continue how we were before with no romantic feelings involved. As much as he preferred the latter result, he showed me how free I was to make my decision about us, to which I thought hard and with my sister's good advice made the most beautiful and gainful decision of letting him be my boyfriend.

As much as he can be sweet, he was still a no nonsense person and would correct me as soon as I make any mistake, whether it'd foul my mood or not. He just does things appropriately like lift up my mood whenever I'm depressed, get me something when I'm hungry, understand me when I need space and tons more. He was a very jealous person who'd immediately barricade me soon as he notice anyone of the opposite gender who wasn't him doing as much as staring at me.

He wasn't the immature type who'd take advantage of a girl, just because she was his girlfriend. He believed and abided by the fact that a lot of things are only appropriate after marriage.

Tell me. Please tell me how I'm supposed to be at ease, letting go of such wonderful person out of my life.

"Babes, I really feel like something really shady is going on with you. Are you crying? Why won't you talk to me?" Hameed worriedly asked me on what would turn out to be our last phonecall after four solid years of togetherness.

"I'm not feeling very well. And then you know I told you my phone screen cracked, so it's having issues. I'm just saddened by the fact that we won't be able to talk however we want from now henceforth" I sniffed, dabbing away the tears which kept rolling down my cheeks.

"Why Khayr? You know I can't stand not talking to you.."

"I can't either!" I exclaimed emotionally "but...we just have to"