Mister Proud

Chapter 1: Me

I was completely immersed in the story and reading the end when my elder sister Sara interepted me.
"Naina look, tell me how do I look with this color hijaab? Does my color look more light or dark? Nainaaaa!" She almost screamed at the end when saw that I was not looking at her.
Believe me, I really don't like when I'm reading a story and someone bothers me especially during the part where hero and heroine are together, both fighting and somehow we know that these fights don't matter but will bring them closer. So we enjoy these more. Now I really wanted to kill her because she was doing the same. Since she was older and would give me money whenever I needed, I had to control my anger; otherwise, it could affect our friendly relations. I had to close my book and didn't forget to fold the page where I was reading as a bookmark to continue my story later.
I looked at her and saw new hijaab on her head. It was of lavender color and chiffon fabric which is my favourite. First, I looked at her hijaab then her face, particularly her skin color and tried to imagine how they complimented each other. "Naina, what are you doing? For God's sake, just tell me how do I look. Then I have to make tea for Baba as well" She was really impatient and treating me as if I were her attendant.
"I am looking at You. Seriously, you are so annoying. Serious judgement takes time; otherwise, I would have just told you, 'Yeah you are looking good'", I said bitterly.
I knew the word 'serious judgment' will make her bit respectful and it did work.
"Okay, okay, sorry. You can take as much time as you need. I bought this from a shop for a reasonable price. Nowadys there is a trend of this color... " I interepeted her in mid-sentence.
"Well, it looks good. Lavender is a perfect color for summer and for a person who is not very fair. Now, stand to the side. oh, good. To be honest, I will give it 10. Now happy?" I guess I had given her a fair response. She seemed satisfied and happy, as she had done the most right thing in the world by buying that lavender hijaab.
I really don't know why she always seeks my perception and approval as if I know alot and remained an expert in these fields. It's true that I always give her sincere opinion and it's same for everyone. If someone is stuck in a situation and asks me for any opinion or advice, I am really sincere in this. I will think and find a good one to solve the problem. Everyone says I am a good adviser and a caring soul. I think it's not wrong because I do care about things. I may not boast around and show affection openly but i do really care inside my heart and it reflects in my actions.
"Sara, your baba is waiting for tea. I would have made him a cup but you insisted to make. Another hijaab! " ammi came behind sara to remind her tea but made a bad face on sight of a new hijaab.
"You all really don't know how to stay calm without spending money on these online things. If You have alot of money, give it to me. I would save and buy some useful stuffs for you people. When I was your age I never wasted my money on these useless things..."
I knew what ammi was going to say but sara couldn't accept the word " useless thing" for her hijaab and she almost cried in objection.
"It's not useless. We need it everytime. And we don't buy it everyday like you are saying. When you see girls outside wearing beautiful abayas and hijabs, it's you who always tells us why you people don't spend on these. Now look what you are saying."
This left ammi speechless. Since she realized the situations was not going in her favour so she only uttered 'good color' and 'tea' and left the room. It always happens whenever ammi realizes that she can't stand her ground so she simply change the topic.
" Niana, just fold it and hang it in the cupboard. I am in a hurry. You saw ammi earlier ..." Sara almost threw the hijab and ran out of the room.
I stared at the empty room and took a deep breath. How peaceful it was to be alone. Sometimes we want a personal space and then we don't even like our own that time. I folded and hanged her hijab but before didn't forget to check on myself in the mirror. It truly looking good on me and my light dark complexion seemed more light.
"I will buy this color of dress next time. Well, light colors do look good on me", I looked at my self with a critical eye and there was no doubt that tough I had not a fair skin, my features were admirable.
I am a normal person with average height, light dark skin, a round face and full cheeks dark brown eyes, a small round nose, cupid bow shaped lips and dark brown hair. My nose and lips would look even more beautiful when I smile. I'm saying so because many people complimented that I am cute, beautiful and attractive. Whatever I am, really, I never gave it much importance. I do take care of my skin and color but I never took these things to an extreme where I think about them all the time and don't think about other things.
I have to finish reading the novel. It's a really amazing novel, and I particularly like the main characters. Soon, I forgot about my surrounding and immersed myself into the storyland.

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