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Haya's POV.
I got discharged after some hours. Although, I was feeling hella tired but my condition was better. Anyhow, I took a taxi and went to the flat the university had given to me. After I got there, I just locked the door and went to bed.
I know I'm such a sleeping beauty. ;)
The next morning, I woke up, took a shower, changed and went into the kitchen. It was empty.
Shoot! My suitcases! :/
I took a taxi and gave the driver that chit. After a moment of noticing, he told me, 'Ma'am, uhh..this house is two houses left to your building.'
I felt embarrassed. I could've just checked. Anyhow, I got out of the taxi and went to his house. Allah mian mujhe kya kya karna parh raha hai. Us khote ke sir ki wajh se.
Khair I rang the bell. Nobody came.
I rang it again. Nobody came. I felt kinda frustrated. Suddenly a woman opened the door. She said, 'Uh, hello. Who are you?'
'Assalam o alaikum aunty! I'm Haya. Actually a boy lives here who took my suitcases yesterday from the airport.' Uh.. that was so confusing.
She asked, 'Waalaikum as Salam beta. Who took your suitcases? Mujhe samjh nhi aa rahi aap kehna kya chah rahi ho?' She had that puzzled expression on her face. Ab inko kese samjhaon? Kis azaab mei phans gayi hoon mei?
'Aunty, actually na yesterday airport pe mujhe ek larke ne gira diya tha and mujhe chot lag gayi thi. I couldn't walk properly so he took me to the hospital aur wahan mujhe nurse ne ye chit di jis mei apke ghar ka address tha. She told me that, that boy has my suitcases.'
'Beta aap ko naam nahi pata?' she asked.
'Uhh..nahi aunty,' I replied.
'Acha you don't worry, main check karke btati hoon aap andar aa jao.' She said while taking me in.
I went in and sat on a sofa. After I entered, mujhe aise laga that I was in Pakistan. That apnaiyat. I waited for that aunty to come, she then came and gave me a drink. After a while, she came and sat down. She then spoke, 'Beta mere teen bache hain. Ham panch hi rehte hain yahan. Do bare, apki age ke bete or ek choti beti. Darasal wo dono gaye hoay hain abhi. Ab wou ayen ge tou main poochti hoon.'
Damn it! Ab kya karun?
Then an idea popped up in my mind. 'Aunty can't you call them?' She nodded, bringing the phone. She then dialled and we waited for them to attend.
After a while he attended. Aunty spoke, 'Hello Shehry!'
Ohh. Tou us khote ka naam shehry hai. Shehry mera favourite naam hai or is kharoos ka!
Then aunty asked him about the suitcase, I guess he was not that person as aunty spoke, 'Acha, phir hussain se poocho.'
I waited desperately.
Agar ye wou loug nahi hoay tou mere suitcases?!!
Aunty then spoke, 'Acha, theek hai. Jaldi aao ghar phir.'
As she disconnected the phone, I immediately asked, 'What did they say, auntie?'
She smiled and reassured me, 'You don't worry. Hussain ke paas hain. Wo ghar aa rahen hain.'
Huh. Hussain? Naam itna neik or harkatien check karo. Ab pata nahi kab tapke ga.
Khair, aunty asked me about where I came from, why am I here and stuff. She was a very nice woman but aulaad.
