Love Is Medicine

CHAPTER 53

HAMZA

I don't understand life at all, sometimes even god!

Like how can he create everything in this world.

Like good and bad, rich and poor and try to put us in a side and ask us to work hard to reach to other side?

Is there even a need to do that?

But Hania says it's for testing us, our faith, telling us to work hard and to  guide us on a right path,to carve ourselves as best as possible.

What are we his puppets? that he can play with us, I don't believe in all this crap!

"Is there any problem Nijju?" My uncle asked with a serious glare.

I looked at him"No why?" And continued picking all the carrot from my chicken fried rice.

"Because you are having lunch with us from the past two days..why?" he didn't hesitate at all. Someone teach him how to.

"Is there any problem with that?" I continued eating,I'm so unserious from the past five days.

"It's not your fault..it's my Amma's fault who made you like this, a spoiled brat" I can feel the irritation in his tone.

So blaming my Nani can solve the issue?

I bite back a snarky reply,and looked at my dad who's cool, unbothered about what's going on infront of him.

"What happened?" He spoke eating his lunch.

"He's not me that you can trick and escape.." My uncle smirked.

I stayed silent.

"Answer me Hamza?" My dad asked.

"There's a small distrubance in the group that's it" i finally answered.

"See it's called conversation, that's how you communicate" the sarcasm is insane.

"What's your problem Mamu?" I can't control my rage.

"Nothing Nijju, your Nani, Mami and Ayesha bhabhi spoiled you with their over affection... you will understand when you have kids in future and this way they behave or living carelessly.. just like you!!

Kids?

My kids?

I don't think so , cause I can't picture myself with those innocent souls,i don't deserve them.

"And when they try to kill themselves with every chance they get, you should know how it feels.." his tone is Harsh.

He's upset with the sleeping pills incident.

What I can say I scared the hell out of them.

I took three pills around 12 in the night and woke up at 6 In the evening next day.

"We won't do anything if you say, that you just had a fight with your friends.. you know sharing something with your family helps.. emotionally" my dad spoke softly.

"Tell me why the hell Are you skipping your therapy?" My Mamu demanded

My Baba shoot a glare at him "Your not a stone Hamza, you are a human too you have feelings." He added as I'm four.

"Don't imagine your self as a ocean who can store millions of things in it." My dad and his book philosophies.

"Life should be like a river,we shouldn't look back,we have to be spontaneous, holding grudges isn't going to do anything." He added.

We had our lunch in utter silence,and i just dropped on the couch scrolling my phone.

"Are you not going home?' he asked texting someone.