Chapter 52 - The 'Talk'

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Aya

It took me about 30 minutes to take a shower, and I must say that I had a time of my life in that bathroom.

The way the lukewarm water was gently hitting my skin felt incredible. Water truly is healing. It is one of the main elements of life after all, and We humans are more than 70% water, so I think that's why we respond to it readily. my muscles felt like they were being combed and untangled while my mind was completely at ease as I watched the 'impurities' that were stuck on my body earlier go down the drain. I had never been to any therapy session before, but that shower could be compared to one, because I felt like a part of me was healing, even though there was a high chance of it being temporary.

I made sure to finish savoring the moment before changing into a set of beige Adidas sweatpants and cropped hoodie, under which I wore a black tank top to cover the skin that was revealed. I tried to do something cute with my hair, but because I got it wet during my shower and had to blow dry it, I didn't get the cooperation I was looking for, the strands were sticking out from all directions and had no intention of toning down, so the only choice I had was to leave it the way it was until the next day. I had nowhere to go apart from the penthouse anyway so it wasn't really a problem.

Speaking of which, as soon as I was done dressing up, I started making my way there so Hafeez and I could finally 'talk', even though I wasn't looking forward to it. like, at all! I had so many thoughts inside my head, but not a single one of them was showing a possibility of something positive coming out of me and Hafeez alone together in one room talking about what happened between us. It seemed pointless to me, because what's left to say that he didn't already say? How exactly was he planning to explain and defend his actions? And how could I be sure that the 'talk' in question wasn't going to a be total waste of my time and yet another source of emotional stress?

Honestly, if not for Aleena's persistence and the promise she made me make to her, there would've been absolutely no chance of this happening. My mind had already been set of packing my bags and getting away from the house and relationship entirely in the next few days, I don't know how the hell she was able to make me rethink that decision. Apart from my parents, Baayi and Mama, nobody would've been able to even get me to listen, not even my older siblings, but somehow, Alee was able to do it. That was when I realized that she was actually very dear to my heart.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I found myself standing in front of the huge wooden ceiling height door that was the penthouse's entrance. A part of me was still telling me to not go ahead with it, but the other part was giving 'fuck it!'. Since I was already there, why not just giving the benefit of the doubt? And that's what I did. I took one deep breath and prepared myself before pushing the door open and walking inside, only to find him in his lounge room, and surprisingly, with company, who he was yelling at.

"....what brought you to my house when you know better than anyone that you and your entire generation are not welcome? You do know that you're breaching my privacy right? I could sue you for this!"

I walked in with a confused expression across my face, but because he was so invested in pouring his anger on that poor woman, who seemed to be in her early fifties, he didn't even see me.

I wondered who she was do him and why he looked like he was about to pounce on her, because despite his struggle with short temper, it was unlike him to be so disrespectful to someone who was older than him.

".....Hafeez, please calm down and listen to what I have to say. Your anger is very justified, you have every right to be as livid as you are, but please, I beg you in the name of Allah, look beyond it and do this one thing for the sake of humanity, please" the woman spoke with a cracked voice, sounding like she was just a few seconds away from bursting into tears.

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