~Just What If...~

1. The decision

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(POV: Naina)

Here I am, sitting in my room trying to make a report for the past 3 hours now. It is as if my mind is elsewhere. Right now, I just feel like all the energy within me has been sapped out of me, totally, and I am just exhausted. 'I need to close the windows.', I thought. It is gonna rain soon it seems.
"Naina!!" I heard my mom's voice calling. "Yes I am coming.", I called back. After closing the windows, I ran downstairs and found my mom and dad sitting in the parlour. I respectfully took my seat and waited for them to speak. Their faces showed like it was time for those meetings.

Yes, I am the only child to my parents. And I guess every parent's biggest dream is to see their children been successful in life and happily married with offsprings. I guess the former is already accomplished. I am already an accomplished neurosurgeon and famous in town already. I am also young at the age of twenty five, which means I have a long way to go. But that's the problem I guess.

My parents feel that I am too old to be single till now. Not like I never had any relationship, but I just don't care about it anymore. I had a boyfriend in year three at university. His name was Sa'id. I don't want to think of the specifics of what happened, but when I was in year four, he suddenly started ignoring me and apparently, he had another babe, and that was how things ended between us.

I still remember how it ended. After catching him with another girl, I decided to wait for him to explain himself, which never happened. He ignored me for three weeks, and when he decided to  finally talk to me, he said, "I know you don't like me anymore, and so do I. So it is over. See you in the future.". Can you imagine?? After we graduated, I never saw him again.

So right now, I am single and never got into any relationship after that. I guess that's why my parents called me today. Again.

"Naina hayati.", my mom spoke first. I will forever cherish the way she calls me with endearing names. "I believe you know why we called you today.". "Yes ummi."., I replied. "You have been with us for the past six years now since you graduated, and you never spoke about getting married. My dear, what is wrong?? This is not the first time we are speaking to you about this, and there is still no positive response from your side.". My mom said.

"Ummi, Abbu, it is not that I don't want to. I just don't have the time for...". "Don't you dare use time or studies or your profession as an excuse.", my father cut me off. Apparently in an angry manner. He didn't say a word again after some seconds, as if he was trying to control his anger. "My child.", he started, "You are not young anymore. We are not trying to pressure you or anything as such, but you should know that you are a lady. Not a man. Your life is different."

He paused before continuing. "You know that we will always support you in your decisions, as far as they are religiously and morally right. But don't you want us to have the chance of sending you away as the only child and daughter we have?? We also want to see you grow old with the love of your life together with your children. We also want to see them. We are not growing younger. Both me and your mom are getting on the years. Please for our sake, just give it a thought.".

What my father said is absolutely right, I guess I am just scared..I am those type that love hard and deep, and I don't want to be hurt anymore. But for the sake of my parents....

"If you are still not sure, why not you meet Zayyan, professor Mahmoud Adam's son. He is my friend and you know him since when you were a child. He told me a long time that he likes you, but wants to know from you and seek permission first. So what do you think?"

Zayyan, he is a nice guy in general..I have known him since young. 'Maybe I should agree?? It won't hurt just meeting him, I guess?', I thought. "Hayati, you know it won't hurt just meeting him, right?", my mom said. It still baffles me all the time, how my mom always gets into my head and know of all my thoughts. Anyways, "Yes Ummi. Abbu, I will meet him In-Sha-Allah. I will be free this weekend.", I replied.

"That's good, May Allah bless and keep you happy always.", my mom said. "Ok then. I will inform his Dad. Stay happy my daughter.", my father  added. "Amin.", I said.

I went back upstairs and sat down on the chair where I was working earlier in my room. 'Is this really happening? Am I giving love a chance?', I thought. 'But since it is Zayyan, it won't hurt. He is one of the few friends I have, and I believe he won't hurt me, or will he?'.

I looked outside and saw that it has started raining. It was pouring heavily. And even after this heavy fall, the earth will go back to its normal self and everything will be back the way it was supposed to be. 'Just like ummi said, it won't hurt to try.'.

And with that, the decision to give love a chance again was made. I just hope everything goes well from now on.

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A/N
Hello everyone, to anyone reading this book, I hope you find it interesting enough. Please I apologize for the mistakes. This is the first book I am writing. And if it becomes a success, I will write more In-Sha-Allah. I hope you enjoyed it, even though it is short. Please like and follow. Thank you.