You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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When I called Eman this morning asking about a doubt, she offered me to come to her house instead, I didn't wanted to disturb her on the weekend, but she assured me it's fine.
Although Mrs. Muqaddes assured me that I am not doing anything wrong, why do I feel like it? I have known Eman for nine years. Minus the years we haven't met.
We used to be good friends. Best friends.
And I don't know where we stand in our friendship now.
It was not her fault, it was all mine. But how do I compensate for the distance that was created between us?
The door opens and her father, Dr. Ayub Abru opens the door, he's still the same plus a few new face lines on his neck and eyes.
"Manar?" He smiles widely. It's actually scary how much Eman resembles her father. From his eyes to even the dark moles mattering his face. Genetics work in a crazy way.
I give him a smile. "Salam."
"Walaikumaslam." He grins happily, letting me in. "How are you, my child?"
I used to visit Eman's house a lot during my university days. We both got close pretty quickly and our parents adored our friendship and called us sisters as we both grew up with brothers. Our friendship was the best thing in our lives at that time, even our parents got close. So much that her parents and mine used to bring same clothes for us and my parents used to send us matching jewellery with clothes as well.
I smile, feeling my throat clogging with emotions. "Fine." Is all I could say.
He smiles, placing his hand on top of my head, his eyes reflecting with warmth and understanding as if knew what kind of pain my reply carried.
"It's so good to see you again child."
I don't know if because of his profession of a psychiatrist or just a general kind person, or a man of a daughter, he knew how to welcome me again.
"It's good to see you too." I wipe the corner of my eyes and walk inside, removing my coat. He opens the coat closet for me and I place my coat in it.
He folds his arms behind his back, "Only the years had passed, Manar. Everything remains the same."
I blink back the tears forming in my eyes. "You are still the same Ayub uncle."
He laughs. "It's good to have you back."
I don't know how to reply to that. Is it really good to have me back?
Will I ever be truly back somewhere?
He gestures me to follow him, "Come on in, Eman is in the kitchen, I just served them my signature pasta, join them, I will dish out for you too."
Somethings never change, just like the warmth and love the walls of this house carries. A happy and loving family.
