CONNECTED HEARTS

20: Web of Feelings

Adyan and Afdal sat in a cozy coffee shop, discussing their upcoming graduation. Adyan sipped his dark coffee, while Afdal enjoyed a mug of hot cocoa. "What's the point in being all excited?" Adyan said, "Dad will just make me work hard at his company after graduation." He shrugged, "We don't need to do anything lavish for the ceremony. It's not worth it."

Afdal chuckled, "Or maybe get you married to the woman of your dreams." He winked at a passing waitress, who blushed at his charming smile. Adyan ran his hands through his coils, which were due for a trim. He was unaware of the surprises awaiting him back in Nigeria, especially with his dramatic sister Laila taking charge. "I have a feeling Laila's got something planned," Adyan thought, but he couldn't imagine what.

"Tell me something Muhammad.... Do you love her" Afdal asked

Afdal's question caught Adyan off guard, but he seemed to consider it thoughtfully. "I don't know, man... I'm still figuring out how I feel about her," Adyan admitted, "but one thing's for sure - I feel comfortable around her. We can coexist without worrying about conflicts." Afdal's expression turned knowing, "I think you do love her. You're smiling, getting worked up over small arguments... it's not just caring, it's love."

Adyan's eyes widened slightly as he processed Afdal's words. "You think?" he asked, and Afdal nodded with a chuckle. "You need to tell her, not just keep it inside." Adyan's face softened, and he whispered to himself, "I think you're right... I do love her."
Afdal nodded in agreement and patted his friends shoulder with a smile as they stood up to leave only to see Sara standing by the entrance

"Hey there Sara" Adyan greeted cheerfully due to the mode he was in suddenly. Sara only waved with a faint smile and Afdal greeted too but she glared at him instead before replying.
Afdal who was used to her harmless playful glares didn't take it personal.

The made to the door but realized Sara was still stucked behind.

"Hey pretty don't you wanna come home?" Afdal asked
"No don't worry I'm just going to have some tea then go to a friend nearby" she lied.
They both wished her well and walked away.

SARA

I was lost in thought when my hot cocoa arrived. "I didn't order this... What's wrong with you people? If you can't take a freaking order, why don't you just lock up this shop and stop pretending to do business when it's clear you don't know anything about it?" I said loudly, drawing everyone's attention. The poor-looking girl apologized profusely, but I didn't care to listen. I grabbed my phone and purse and stormed out of the coffee shop. I got into my car, locked the doors, and sat down, still feeling pained and upset.

Here's a polished version:

The tension was building up inside me, and I felt like I was at my breaking point. Hot tears streamed down my face as I made a silent vow to protect my relationship with Adyan from any potential threats. Desperate for a solution, I dialed Faima's number, and she answered on the first ring. The dam burst, and I let out a sob, unable to contain my emotions any longer. Faima's calm presence on the other end of the FaceTime call helped soothe me, and I poured out my heart to her. To my surprise, she chuckled, which didn't exactly help my temper. However, knowing Faima's sharp wit and cleverness, I took a deep breath and composed myself, trusting her to offer valuable advice.

Faima listened attentively as I recounted every detail, her expression a mix of concern and amusement. "Girl, you're overreacting," she said with a gentle smile. "Adyan hasn't even done anything yet, and you're already planning to take down any girl who comes between you?" I sniffled, feeling a bit self-conscious about my outburst. "You don't understand, Faima. I just feel like I'm losing him before we even start."

Faima nodded understandingly. "I get it, but maybe instead of plotting against potential threats, you should focus on building your relationship with Adyan. Get to know him better, and let him get to know you too." Her words struck a chord, and I realized she was right. I didn't need to be so defensive; I needed to trust Adyan and ourselves. With newfound determination, I wiped away my tears and smiled weakly. "You're right, Faima. Thanks for talking me down."

As we wrapped up our call, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Faima's words had calmed my nerves, and I was ready to approach things differently. I took a deep breath, feeling more centered, and glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror. My eyes were still puffy, but a small smile played on my lips. I started the car, ready to head home and clear my mind. Little did I know, life had other plans, and the drama was only just beginning.

With that thought, I pulled out of the parking lot, the uncertainty of what lay ahead lingering in my mind like a shadow.

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