She believes she's the only one who can show attitude towards me. I saved her from having to apply henna on her hands, and instead of being grateful, she acted like a spoiled brat!
Serves your right, Miss Umeema. Sulk alone now.
It's been two hours and I haven't slept a wink all because of a certain girl with coffee brown coloured eyes.
Was I too harsh on her?
Why did I have to shut the door on her face?!
The restlessness kept me awake, so I unlocked the door and went downstairs, only to find the lights turned off. It was one o'clock in the morning, so everyone must have been asleep by then.
Where is Umèma sleeping?
I wandered around aimlessly when I noticed a petite silhouette moving in the distance.
I quickly sprinted to check on the person, but it was too dark to see anything clearly. So, I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight.
"Hel- Uméma?" I internally gasped when the light fell on Uméma's face.
"Uméma? What are you doing out here in the hallway in the middle of the night and in your- um- pyjamas?" I questioned hysterically looking at her as she had her eyes closed.
What in the world? I quickly switched off the flashlight and held her by her arm.
"Are you sleep walking?" I whispered to her, or better, to myself. When I got no response I understood that she was, indeed, sleep walking.
"My goodness, things which you make me do Uméma. You better not be heavy." I voiced out. "Bismillah." I murmured carrying her in my arms.
What do I do now? Take her into my room or not? I don't even know which room she was sleeping in before.
Nevertheless, I took her into my room and made her lay on the bed.
I heaved once I sat down on the bed beside Uméma and switched on the lamp. This girl will surely be my death. I gazed at her just to notice more of her face, hate to accept, but her beautiful face.
I covered her up with the duvet and stood up to let her sleep alone on the bed while I settled down on the floor.
When I got on my feet I noticed that Uméma's hand were covered with henna and something more surprising was that it had my name engraved on her palm.
They got her. She did get henna applied. With my name on it.
T H E N E X T M O R N I N G
"What the heck?" I heard a certain someone's voice.
"Good morning to you too." I smiled sarcastically while drying up my hair with the towel as I had just got out of the bathroom.
"Shariq?" Uméma looked at me in disbelief as she rose from the bed.
"Yes my name's Shariq."
"Can you please talk to me nicely for once?" She spoke groggily.
"I do, it's you who never does that."
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