ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 4.

Ammi was about to take a step but I held her, she looked up at me with her puzzled expressions.

"You are not sitting here, I'll book the terrace or some private place."

"What is wrong with this place?"

"Ammi anywhere but here." My tone was low but my jaws were clenched in anger.

"What's wrong Aaban?" She asked in a soft tone while keeping her palm on my cheek.

"Yeh, haramzade aurton ko aisa dekhte hai jaise kabhi ghar mein apni maaoun ko nahi dekhein. Ammi yaha nahi warna ghar chalein abhi."

(These bastards look at the women as if they never saw their mothers. Ammi, not here or else let's go home)

My eyes were roaming all across the hall, how I want to finish them all. I looked back at Ammi who was smiling.

"Ammi, I'm not joking around and stand here." I made her stand in the corner and stood in front of her fixing her dupatta on her head. "I'll call Baba if you don't listen to me." If he comes here then either the entire restaurant would become a mess or he will own this piece of block and kick all of them out.

"Whatever you say, book the terrace." Her voice came in a whisper as her eyes were fixed on me, there was a layer of water covering her eyes which made me numb in my place.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"When did you grow up?"

"When you were applying that scary mask on your face." She slapped my bicep and wiped up her damp eyes.

"This black charcoal thing you applied on and under your eyes will make different patterns on your cheeks and your real face will be seen. So, stop crying." I whispered to her as if it was a little secret.

"Kaminey." She again hit my upper arm with a grin on her face. "Charcoal?" She shook her head and laughed.

I took her towards the reception area.

"Why are you dragging me along with you, at least let me meet them."

"No."

I can't risk anyone's gaze on her, the only reason I will accept to come along with her is because of this. I know these aunties would book something cheaper than their daughters and pull my mother to this mess.

Finally after giving the extra cash to these beggars they let me take the entire terrace. I turned to the side to look at Ammi and her eyes were fixed on me. Her lips were curved into a beautiful smile.

"Admiring your handsome son?" I asked playfully with a smirk while she rolled her eyes.

"Mai dekh rahi thi ki tum mere shauhar ki mehnat ki kamayi kaise barbaad kar rahe ho."
(I was looking at how you are wasting my husband's money)

"Unhi ki biwi pe luta raha hu."
(I'm spending, on his wife only)

"Tum din ba din besharam hote ja rahe ho Aaban."
(You are getting shameless day by day)

"Not my fault, that trait was transferred to me from your shauhar (husband)"

"Sharam karle kaminey."
(Have some shame)

She laughed heartily shaking her head and we reached towards her friends, she told them to come up to the terrace and they grinned in response. Why can't Ammi see that they are just after her money.

Aur yeh Waqar kaha mar gaya?
(Where the hell is this Waqar now?).

I called him but there was no response. The time was ticking like a sloth and all I can hear are these bragging and fake laughs of these fake aunties. I looked back at Ammi and she was enjoying speaking to the lady sitting beside her in a shushed tone.