Sabrina's POV
It has been a good eight days since Mama and the Auntie's appearance, out of the blue. Things have been the way they are if not even eviler but I also become a different person in the house throughout these eight days.
I don't know what Anisha thought when I said to her that I was done with her and her marital issues, it was obvious that she thought I was joking and I was going to come to her with a bunch of advice like before, yet I didn't, I refused to anything that will lead me to seeing her or talk to her, I am not keeping malice but I am also not friendly.
The interactions I could think back to were no less than greetings or yes and no when she insisted on initiating a conversation with me, she was feeling herself the first two days after the hurtful encounter but when I refused to pay heed she came at me, still she didn't get the satisfaction, after that she began to start initiating conversation with me but still it wasn't working for her. I knew she was frustrated but considering it would not alter anything other than commotion otherwise, it could have changed something before.
Part of all this, what pains me the most is ignoring Rubina, the girl is very down and lonely but then she is Anisha's daughter, her mother could use any chance to get to me, and I will never allow it to happen, I can not count the times she would come to my door and knock, pleading with me to open it, I would just listen to her sometimes and cry out my eyes because, to be honest, I love the girl so much and I pity her but everything is complicated.
The day before yesterday she sat at the door and said to me that I had turned her into Anna and I am now Elsa, every day she came here begging me to open the door but I shut her out and she never ceased to halt. I almost opened the door for her but I feared the outcome.
I have talked to Abdul Majeed about it and even cried out in his ears about not being able to speak to Rubina for peace to reign but he always motivates me not to cut her off but I knew better.
The emotional torment ended yesterday when Anisha trapped me in the hall on my way out to school and begged me to at least consider Rubina if I still did not talk to her. I nodded and left but deep down I was more than happy with that, I almost jumped after hearing that from her.
When I came back home I went to her room and apologized to her, I explained it to her in a way that her brain could decipher and wouldn't have to hold her Mom responsible, she forgave me and begged me not to do it again, and we spent the whole night in my room.
The school has now started and I couldn't thank MJ enough, he helped with almost everything, in terms of the submission of forms, running between offices, and all, they were quite influential because in every office we entered the people there gave us special attention and royal treatment. But what we couldn't achieve was the hostel, it was full before I came to the process but they promised a space in the middle of the semester or second semester when because some of the students are graduating, so their space will be vacant.
Abdul Majeed didn't stop the help until he was sure that everything was done and everything was to my convenience. So next week's lectures are going to be proper.
On the other hand, Anisha was trying so hard to get Mukhtar's attention but the guy had made up his mind, he didn't consider her anything less than futile, and he made sure that he used every bit of her desperation and chances she created to be near him to torture her passionately.
It was their anniversary four days ago and Anniversary. Anisha took it upon herself to be very stupid by trying to make the day one sort of a special day, for what? To be honest Anisha and Mukhtar barely know each other when you minus the torturous part, I doubt if they ever converse for a good five minutes in peace.
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