Malika & Halima

4-Cruel

Malika walked to her first class, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and she didn't know what to do next.

Malika sat down at her desk, her mind racing with thoughts of Adam. She didn't know how to feel about him anymore. Part of her was still angry at him for what he had done, but another part of her couldn't help feeling drawn to him.

What is wrong with her?

The class passed by, and before she knew it, it was time for lunch. Malika walked to the university cafeteria, her heart racing with anticipation. She hoped Adam would be there, and she couldn't help but feel like this was her chance to talk to him.

As she walked into the crowded room, she saw him sitting at a table with his friends. She took a deep breath and walked over to him.

"Adam," she said softly. "Can we talk?"

Adam looked up at her, a smirk on his face. "What, you want to apologize for being such a loser?" he said, his friends snickering behind him.

Malika felt her heart sink. She had hoped that Adam would be willing to talk things out.

"I don't want to apologize," she said firmly. "I just want to talk."

Adam laughed. "Talk? What could we possibly have to talk about? Documentaries?"

Malika felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She couldn't believe that Adam was being so cruel to her.

Or maybe she has been so dump to not notice this behavior at first sight.

"I just want to understand why you do what you do," she said softly.

Adam leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "Why do you care?" he said. "It's not like we're friends or anything."

Malika felt a surge of anger. She couldn't believe that Adam was treating her like she was beneath him.

"I want to know why you feel the need to bully people. For God sake we're not in high school!"

Adam stood up towering over her, the smirk never leaving his face. "It's just how I am," he said. "I like to have fun, and if that means making other people feel bad, then so be it."

Malika felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe that Adam was so callous about the pain he caused others.

"That's not okay," she said firmly. "You can't just go around hurting people because you think it's funny."

Adam's eyes darkened and lean on closely to her. "This should be the last time you interfere in my business.. Because the next time you showed your face I won't let it slid."

He turned away from her, and Malika felt a sense of defeat wash over her. She had hoped that she could get through to Adam, but it seemed like he was too far gone.

As she walked away from the table, she felt tears streaming down her face. She knew that she had to find a way to stand up to Adam and his friends, but she didn't know how. All she knew was that she couldn't let them break her spirit.

And what hurt her the most is that her feelings for him is talking a toll on her.

What is actually wrong with her? Malika asked herself a million times that day.

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Halima spent the next few hours dealing with the aftermath of the car accident. She had to call her insurance company, file a police report, and exchange information with the owner of the car. It was a tedious and stressful process, but she knew that she had to take responsibility for her mistake.

And the owner of the car has been glaring at her. She would here him muttering something under his breath and shouting on the phone.

After everything was settled, Halima went back to her car and sat in the driver's seat, feeling exhausted and frustrated. She had planned to spend the day in school, but now she didn't know if that was still possible.

"Girls like you should not be given driving licences."

Halima heard him say.

Who the hell did he think he is!

"Yes and men like you should know how to park there car properly!" She shot back.

To her utter shock she saw a small smile cross his lips.

"Feisty, I like that." He said and Halima could see his cuteness.

She quickly brushed it away and roll her eyes.

"By the way, I'm Muhammad." He extended his hands and Halima follow the gesture thinking of what to do.

"You're highly welcome!" She said sarcastically and got into her car leaving his hand in the air. She drove off looking at the front mirror she saw him smile at her attitude.

She drive for a while and decided to go for a walk in the park, hoping that the fresh air would clear her mind. As she walked along the path, she saw a group of kids playing soccer in the field. She smiled at them, feeling a sense of nostalgia for her own childhood.

Suddenly, she heard a loud bang and saw one of the kids fall to the ground, clutching his leg. She ran over to him, feeling a surge of panic.

"Are you okay?" she asked, kneeling down beside him.

The kid looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. "It hurts," he said, his voice trembling.

Halima looked around, trying to find someone to help. But the other kids had already scattered, and there was no one else in sight.

She took a deep breath and decided to take action. She gently lifted the kid's leg and examined it, feeling a sense of relief when she saw that it wasn't broken.

"It's just a sprain," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "Let me help you up."

She helped the kid stand up, and then she walked him over to a nearby bench. She sat him down and took off her scarf, using it to wrap around his leg as a makeshift bandage.

"There," she said, patting his shoulder. "You'll be okay now."

The kid looked up at her, his eyes wide with gratitude. "Thank you."

Halima smiled at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction. The boy looks younger than her siblings.

"Where's your mother?" She asked.

The boy frowned his face at the mention of her. He pointed at a far distance and Halima saw a beautiful woman on phone.

She nodded and tell the boy to be careful. She walk to her car and decided to go home because it already late in the afternoon.

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