Life Is a box of Chocolates.

Chapter 4

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My mind went in to over drive. Thinking back to the glimpse I got of them I guess Rashid is the guy in the suit.

Me: hu r dey
R dey related to us
Wer r dey from
Wat is mum an dad say
Hu is he
Is he da one in da suit
Saif biya : calm down.  Dad not saying anything at the moment.  Where just talking.  Well tell you everything once there gone. Where are you. And no. That's his dad Younas.
Attiya: shes upstairs mum sent her up.
Saif biya: and use standard English.
Attiya I did biya
Saif biya : not you Salsabeel.
Me : huz da old man. Biya dis is faster.  Lern ta read short hnd.
Saif biya : old man is rashids grandfather yaqoob.
Attiya ooh der goin.

Putting my phone down I walk towards the window but stopped half way there.  I started biting my nails my cheeks heating up a bit. I take a step and stop.

I mean like in Islam women aren't allowed to look at na mehram men.  Men who are not related to you by milk or blood.  But if  am marrying him..... I am allowed to have one look.  I didn't really pay much attention to them when me and Attiya walked in.

I hear voices outside. Taking a deep breath I rush to the window and look out. An old man, I think saif biya said his name is yaqoob,was walking out of the gate.he had a long white straw like beard and white hair. He had a bit of a hump and was using a cane to walk.  On his head was a black topee and a red and white parana around his shoulders.  He was wearing a navy blue sleeveless jacket and under it was white shalwar kameez.A young man was holding him. That must be Rashid.  A smile crept to my lips as my cheeks heated up.

He isn't bad looking. But then again I can't really see much through the net covering and at this hight. From what I can tell he;s  has dark brown hair tanned complexion a moustache and a little beard growing.  He's also wearing white shalwar kameez.

Next he's dad came in to view.  Younas was his name. I should probably start calling him uncle Younas. He, like his old father, was fair. He had thick hair and was wearing a suit. Ok got an image of everyone.

I moved away from the window and then smack my head. I'm beginning to do that a lot lately. Walking to the mirror I see I don't have a mark on my forehead. 

" I could have just asked saif biya to take a picture." I shouted whispered to the wall. My arms outstretched.

I sighed and slowly left my room and walked down the stairs but abruptly stopped halfway down.  I didn't see Aunty Fiaz or Humaira leave. The window scene replayed in my mind. The grandfather grandson and son left the house. What about Aunty Fiaz and Humairs? What if there still here? I didn't see them leave.