26~Being a third wheel 2

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Habiba's POV:

Withstanding Zaitun's high-pitched voice as she sings and Najib's speed almost pokes me to vomit as we got to a beach.

Najib sweetly helped Zaitun out of the car while I struggled to deal with my nausea; I wondered how much traffic he had beaten, and we didn't get caught despite the security being around. Were they scared of him, or are there no rules?

In my thoughts, I trailed Najib and Zaitun behind like a tail, and soon I got attracted to the view before me.

The beach was beautiful.

Amina had told me about the beach, even showing me some of her previous pictures at the beach, but the beach didn't amaze me as much as it does now.

I admired every glance I took at the beach.

The beach seemed like it was in a fantasy world, it was night time but it seemed like it was daytime as every corner of the beach was people lurking around and every single part of the beach was bright with electric bulbs, fancy lightening, and even disco balls that I used to hear about back in my village, but today I was seeing it live and it amazed me.

The water was so vast that I couldn't see its end.

Now, this is what I call an ocean. I smiled at my thought.

As I walked observing everywhere, different people could be seen engaging with one thing or the other.

Some groups of people were dancing to the similar song Najib and Zaitun were singing earlier, at another corner of the beach were children busy playing with their toys in the sand, while some were hovering around horses, some were sticking their feet at the edges of the water, and another corner was a beach bar, restaurant, and a gaming section.

Unfortunately, my exploration was cut short when Najib walked us into one of the restaurants.

"What would you like to have?" A waiter inquires while showing us their menu pad.

"The usuals for me with a chicken burger." Najib smiled.

"Usuals? Do you come here often?" Zaitun asks while swiping on the menu pad.

"Yeah, I do, with my friend Abdul."

"Oh! The famous Abdul, when will you introduce me?" She smirked.

"Don't worry, on Monday at my party, you will get to meet him."

"Okay, so I think I will be having an iced milkshake, Shawarma and a chocolate doughnut with sprinkles on top." She smiled passing the menu pad to the waitress.

I was invisible to them; neither did any of them acknowledge my presence, nor did any of them spare me a glance; they just kept talking and laughing as if they had forgotten I was with them, which was impossible because I was sitting opposite them on the wooden beach chair.

It was beginning to frustrate me; I was surely just a third wheel; I should have insisted on staying back, but no,  I just had to agree, and now I was paying the price of complying.

"Ma'am what about you?" The waiter turns to me as she passes the menu pad to me.

Everything on the menu was odd; the names were new and strange to me, but they all looked yummy from their images.

I just couldn't decide. While checking, I found something I could relate to; it was the cheapest, which was a bottle of Sprite and a meat pie.

"Habiba, are you lost? What's taking you so long to choose a simple snack? Don't bother let me help you." Zaitun smirked about to snatch the menu pad when I refused.

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