Somethings are Meant to Be

Chapter-6

~Third Person Point of View~

Once back on the rooftop, she resumed her vigil in the corner where she had first appeared. Exhaustion tugged at her; she hadn't slept the previous night due to her overwhelming excitement and anxiety. Despite her fatigue, she remained alert, determined not to miss her father's arrival.

As she waited, the weight of her mission felt even more pronounced. The city below glittered with the first lights of evening, offering a stark contrast to her inner turmoil. She was on the brink of something significant, caught between the past she was trying to alter and the future she hoped to shape. With every passing minute, the tension mounted, and Afra could only hope that her efforts would be enough to change the course of her parents' lives.

She waited and took some pictures so she could show them to Sarah as she knew she might think she went crazy. Afra needed to bring some proofs that she did in fact successfully time travel.

After a long wait of 3 hours at the roof doing absolutely nothing Afra finally heard someone opening the roof door. She went to check if it was who she wanted it to be and to her delight it was.

Her father in his glory with his guitar entered the roof and sat on the swing and started playing it. Afra was aware how much her grandfather hated musical instruments giving that he was a very religious person.

Afra was going to use that information to her benefit. She stayed a bit more in her hiding space enjoying the music as she had never heard her father play the guitar. She knew he used to play one but never had the opportunity to actually hear him play.

She had to admit her father was indeed a great guitarist but she was still confused why her mother chose HIM.

"I mean no offence but I can see why my own choices are so bad" she thought before getting herself together.

She went towards her father preparing herself so she could actually for the first time shout and scold his father. I wouldn't be so difficult with all the pent-up aggression she had towards him.

"Excuse me young man What do you think you are doing here?" Afra questioned while holding both her hands behind her as they were shaking.

Her father paused the playing and looked in front. "Who are you? And what are you doing on our rooftop?" He asked confused as he had never seen someone dressed to weird.

"Do you want me to tell your father how you have been sneaking out every afternoon to come to the rooftop to play that haram thing?" Afra asked with a hope of that being the case.

"Huh How do you know that?" Her father seemed not only confused but also a bit frightened.

"It's the 5th time I have seen you here with that thing. If you don't want your father to break this one as well you better go to your home back right now." Afra knew she hit a never

Her father's first ever guitar was broken by her grandfather which broke his heart as he bought that guitar with his hard earnt money.

"How did you know that?" He asked with a sorrowful look yet his eyes flamed with vengeance.

"I know alot of the things. Now if you don't want me go reveal them to your father you better leave right now."

"You are a psyco. Keep that in mind" Saying that her father took his guitar and went back to his home huffing with anger.