Slowly Becoming Mine

Slowly Becoming Mine (3)

Waliyah's P.O.V.

"Good Morning," I said quietly adjusting my bag on my shoulder, ready to head out the door for work. Ammi looked like she hadn't slept all night, "Ammi, I wanted to say sorry about-"

"Don't," Ammi said standing up, her lip began to quiver, "You have nothing to apologize for, Samar deserved it." I look at her taken back, "Adeel and I have decided to have a conversation with him today, last night he was too drunk to even comprehend what was going on. Samar should have never said that about you, or about your relationship with Amal."

I breathed out heavily, "Ammi, crying about it is not going to change anything about Samar. I am sorry I slapped him last night, that was wrong on my part, but please I am tired of being pitied. I am used to the things he does and says, so do not worry about it."

Ammi pulled me into a tight hug, "I am proud of you," She whispered, "But we are going to talk to him."

"Up to you," I said to her, "But I am running late for work, so. . ." I take a step back,

"Go," She said wiping her tears away, "The driver is waiting for you in the car."

I nodd, "Khuda Haafiz,"

"Khuda Haafiz," She replied.

I wonder how that conversation will go. . .

. . .

Samar's P.O.V.

Amma and Baba stared down at me with their arms crossed as I stayed sitting on the bed, "Amma-"

"When did you start drinking?" Baba asked firmly,

Breathing out heavily I say, "About a month after Amal passed away," There was no point in lying now, not after how they had found out that their son was doing the only thing they had asked him not to do, and that was drinking. "I couldnt take it anymore, the pain, the grief, the guilt, everything was too much Baba."

Baba shook his head, "So you do the one thing that I have asked you, Faraz and Atif not to do? Drinking is haram, Samar."

"Pain doesn't see Haram or Halal." I argue, "Baba, it helps me forget."

Amma looked at me with a firm gaze, "So should Wafa start drinking too?"

And there it is, Wafa. . .Wafa. . .Wafa, "Amma, not everything in life has to revolve around her."

"Ek thapad marogi na!" (I am going to slap you!) Amma snapped lifting her hand to do so but stopped mid-way, nevertheless making me flinch back. "Kal raat Wafa ka thapad toh yaad hain na?" (Do you not remember Wafa's slap from last night?)

Did I, my cheek was throbbing the whole night, that little body of hers could pack a punch. Clearing my throat I say, "Yaad hain." (I remember)

"We have been tolerating your nonsense for the past four years but no more," Baba said, "Smarten up Samar, come to the office, begin working regular hours again, and become responsible. We all are hurt by Amal's loss, but that does not give you the excuse to completely give up in life. Your Amma and I have had enough of all the drama, and all the unnecessary tension in the house."

Sighing I nodd, "Understood Baba," He was right to an extent, I do need to get back into the normal routine, and back on my feet. I just needed the right motivation. . .I needed to find my way again, but what they didnt understand was that every time I see Waliyah, it reminds me of Amal. They were so close, and so alike, that it so hard to not miss the resemblance in their behavior or their mannerisms.