Beyond Desire

7-The call might be coming from inside the house.

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I am not a violent person. Heck, I take pride in my ability to keep calm anytime life throws a lemon at me. But right now, I am struggling to navigate that calmness as I scowl at Mahir.

I weighed my options, I could either strangle him and take the risk of life imprisonment for murder or put my foot out when he is about to go down the stairs and willingly take the offense for accidental manslaughter, either of the two, I would first smack him across the face. With a hammer.

"You two are still standing there?" Mama's voice rid my head of those thoughts.

Our visitor's cars were just rolling into the premises and like always.....not, my mother was adamant that we must all welcome them outside.

"Are you sure you don't need to breathe?" My soon-to-be victim eyed me skeptically. "You look like an Irish in winter."

I gave him the deadliest glare I could muster. The kind that could bring even the strongest of men to their knees.....not.

He only sighed and added, "It is either you do this or risk having your name as the headline of all her complaints to Dada" He strolled past me toward Mama who was moving the flower vast to the proper space on the console table.

There were a lot of things wrong with me, first and foremost, my heart was racing wildly it could put Usain Bolt to shame. I don't want him in our house, no! But those blue eyes that remind me of a clear sea under sunny skies, I want to get lost in them. The despair and anticipation were killing me.

You know that feeling when you are about to do something that makes you anxious, almost to the point of panic but at the same time, you want to do it? Yup, that's me right now.

I barely had time to take a quick bath and squeeze my heavy derriere into a satin skirt and blouse my mom had picked out for me to wear. I wasn't sure what kind of impression of us she wanted to print on this new friend of hers but I wasn't particularly thrilled about it.

The cars lined up close to the walkway while we stood just outside the foyer. With the way Mama was beaming, you had to think the child she never had was out of prison and she was meeting him for the first time in decades.

Mahir on the other hand looked....well, just like Mahir. Nonchalant.

And me? I just hope my face isn't giving away the apparent world war raging inside of me. While the rational part of me wanted to take off and hide in my room until they left, another part of me, one I couldn't quite describe, wanted to shove everybody inside the house, lock it up, and stay outside with him forever. Ironic, isn't it?

I watched Hajiya Zarah step out of the car first, her bubbly nature setting the mood already, after her came a young lady who I guessed right, was her daughter. The one I was supposed to meet.

I realized something, you know the blue eyes thing going on? The call might be coming from inside the house because the young girl's eyes were also blue.

My heart hammered in anticipation, interwoven with dread as I waited for the last person to step out. In my mind's eyes, I pictured him walking out in a Charvet dress shirt and Tom Ford sleek trousers. Not like I'd taken note of the brands of his clothing or anything, just an educated guess.

But reality has a way of always making sure my mind is proved wrong cause the next thing I knew, the door was slammed shut by the security guard, and the two ladies sauntered toward us.