Adira Muntahina
There was an uneasiness around my heart. I couldn't concentrate on anything.
After coming home, I stood before my mirror, looking at myself. I felt weak and disgusted. My hands were shaking, I ran under my shower, sat there, letting the cold water drown me.
After taking lots of deep breaths, I decided to walk out of the shower. I have been under it for more than two hours.
I didn't even dry myself, looking in my lap, I felt mad at myself, wanted to kill him myself.
I drank more than five sleeping pills and wanted to erase everything. I know it wouldn't take much time to reach my dad's ear. And he will take action. But it wouldn't make me feel any better.I let my tears roll down, staring at the white ceiling. And when my eyes dropped, I didn't notice.
The next day, Afsana woke me up. She came to give me my phone.
"You're still sleeping?" I didn't respond. I couldn't find the energy. My bed pulled me inside. She gave me the phone, her mood wasn't good. Did something happen there?
"Did something happen there?" I asked , she jumped from her thoughts. And quickly shook her head. "Nothing serious. Come downstairs, Aunty sent lots of food." She left the room.
And I fell asleep again.The next time I opened my eyes, it was already close to 5 p.m. I decided to get up. I have a little headache bit, body feels debilitated.
I groaned in frustration. Forced myself to change myself into something.
I wore a loose long shirt, and ended up under my knees. A black pants. Let my hair open, I comb it hard.
When I got down, Afsana was watching TV. "You wake up? Wait, I will heat up your food." She quickly paused the movie and went to the kitchen. I followed her behind.
I didn't have an appetite so I was chewing one thing for the last 2 minutes. I didn't get any taste in it.
Someone rings the bell. A maid went to open the door. After some time, she got back.
"Who was it?" Afsana asked. That maid turned to me. "A man came to meet Adira ma'am." I frowned, who came to meet me, no one knows about my address.I got up from my chair and walked toward the door. When I opened it again, A man was standing, his back facing me.
"Yes?" He turned. It was Asif. I was shocked to see him here. How did he get my address?
"You're here?" I asked and he waved at me. "Hi Adira." I also waved in confusion. "How did you get my address?"
"I looked in the school records, at first they didn't want to give but after I show them your documents and bag, they thought it would be great not to disturb you." My lips were straight listening to his story."Not believing…..okay fine, I asked a friend." He nervously scratched his neck.
"Which friend?"
"Some… Am I sitting here for an interrogation?" He playfully rolled his eyes. Moving his hand before me.
He dropped my assignments and a few chocolates. Put my bag on my other hand.
"You left those in college yesterday. I assumed you will miss today, so I brought it here." He gave me a genuine smile. I looked down on those chocolates and assignments."What about my–"
"Physical psychology? Another professor signed it." I nodded.
I put those down, stood before him. "I didn't get to say anything yesterday. I was…no, I am really thankful of you. You saved me that day. I surely didn't know what to do." He put his one finger over my lips. I shut up.
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Unspoken Love
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