A Taste Of Love

14

Shawn

"Assalamualaikum? ", I said picking up my phone which was ringing for past 5 minutes.

"Walaikumus salam, Shawn. Where are you? And why it took you so long to pick up a phone call?", from the other side Noah asked.

"Oh I was in the washroom. Why is there any problem?", I asked.

"Uhh no it’s not. Today we three gonna meetup remember, right?", He asked.

"Yeah yeah I remember. ", I said.

"Oh okay good then. Let's meet after jumu'ah prayer. Okay. Assalamualaikum.", He said.

"In sha allah. Walaikumus Salam.", I said and hang up the call.

Yeah after the jumu'ah prayer, we met. After so long time we three are finally here.

We ate lunch and talking about our work and life when noah suggested to meet his grandmother.

"Hey guys, let's go to my home. Grandma will be so happy to see you guys. And her cooking! What else I say, you guys will fall in love.", Noah said.

We slightly laughed and agreed. Yeah of course, I mean who can ever ignore him.

We drove to his house. I mean his grandmother's. Her house was pretty decent and nice.

"So this is my grandma's small but beautiful house. And yeah both of the house is hers. This one is rented out.", Noah said pointing to the house besides his grandma's.

We went inside the house. Noah called out his grandmother.

Then one lady came out from one the room.

I and Mohammad said, "Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumus salam. Oh my, noah. You should have told me you are bringing guest. I should have made something good.", She said.

"Oh no no, grandma. We are fine.", Mohammad said.

I also nodded.

"Grandma, he is Shawn and he is Mohammad. My best friends.", Noah introduced us.

"Oh nice to meet you boys. Noah take care of them. I will make something good for them. ", saying this she went to the kitchen maybe.

"Noah, tell grandma to take it easy. She doesn’t have to do all this.", I said.

"Guys chill. Even if I tell her, she is not gonna listen to me. However come. I will tour you guys the whole house.", He said.

After sometime we were sitting in the living room when the bell rang. Noah went to open the door.

He then came back and again started using his phone.

"Who was it?", Mohammad asked.

"Oh it was Ms. Joya.", He said calmly.

I was in my phone but instantly looked at him.

"Wait who?", Mohammad again asked. Because he was also shocked as me. He was making sure if we heard it right.

"What? Ms. Joya who works at your company. ", He said.

"What is she doing here?", now I asked.

"Ohhh I didn’t told you guys. Ms. Joya lives in our next door. The rented house. ", He said.

"Oh that's why you were talking to her at the office. ", Mohammad said.

"Oh yes. ", he said.

Well now it explains a lot. However time passed somehow. Then Noah’s grandmother called us at the dining table. Because it was already dinner time. And we couldn’t even realise that.

And when we got there, I was speechless like grandma made us a lot of dishes. I mean a lot.

"Grandma, why did you make so much food? There was no need to cook that much.", I said. Like yes she did cook so much.

"Oh no boy. It’s not that much. And joya also helped me alot.", She said.

"Oh she did. Guys Ms. Joya cooks really good. Trust me.", noah said excitedly.

"And how do you know?", Mohammad asked.

"She cooked us biriyani the other day. Trust me it was so good.", Noah said.

Then Ms. Joya came out from the kitchen and maybe heard us talking. She said Assalamualaikum at us.

"Noah it was not that good. Stop it. And yeah aunty, I should go now.", she said.

"What? No. You helped grandma a lot. So please have dinner with us.", Noah requested.

I was surprised. Like hello, he was never like that. He didn’t cared about any girl in his entire life except his mom and grandmother. Now whoa a really big change.

"Yeah noah is right. Have dinner with us dear.", grandma said.

"But you have guest here. It would be uncomfortable if I stay here.", she said.

"Oh no Ms. Joya. It’s fine. You can have dinner with us. We are not in the office. We won't mind, right shawn?", Mohammad said.

"Oh yeah. It's fine. ", I said. I mean if she stays or not I don’t care, right?

Whatever we had dinner. And the food Masallah was so good. I loved it.

After our good meal. We head back to our respective home, because we have office tomorrow. And the ceo and his p.a shouldn’t be late, right?