Muslim Tomboy?...Impossible

Ms Tomboy And The Lover's Banter

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Zeeniya

I lazily made my way towards the stairs, silently cursing the landlord for the broken lift. My body was filled with fatigue, making be feel as if I'm climbing the Great Wall of China.

Ad's apartment was fairly average with two bedrooms, a cozy living room and a traditional kitchen. His place was my second home since the day he rented it. I had a drawer there for my necessities, a few shirts and pajamas and ONE hijab. I guess Dani was right about my hijabs. Well, I didn't get the reason to buy loads of hijabs, three we're enough for me. One black, one white, one grey. Tada! 

Reaching the door, I took out the key from under the door mat(I know kind of stupid and convenient for robbers) and unlocked the apartment door. My first step in, and I sensed someone's presence. In a moment all the tiredness was washing away from my body. I walked inside, leaving the door half opened in case of 'emergency'.
Grabbing the golf club from the golf bag I gave Ad on his birthday, when both of us had a crazy obsession with golfing.
Tightening my grip on the 1 meter club, I proceed towards the source of light A.k.a the spare bedroom.

I gulped the lump of nervousness forming, steadying my heart which was acting as if it was running in a marathon.

Stealing a peek inside the room, I saw someone standing there, his back turned to me. Taking baby steps and trying not to make a sound. I just wanted to smack his brain out with this club.

The room was a mess. Boxes and papers everywhere. He was moving around checking the stuff from the cartons. Why the he'll did Adam need so many boxes? And why is this guy scurrying through them?

For a second I stood behind him, hoping he wouldn't notice me and he won't. Wanna know why? Because I have amazing ninja skills. World class.

I swayed the club behind my head, moving my hand in full motion. I closed my eyes, motioning the club forward towards his head when suddenly he turned around, halting the club a few millimeters from throwing his brain out.

"You!" I screeched once I got a good look of his face. We stood there, our hands firmly coiled around the club. How could he know i was going to attack him? Did he have eyes on his back? Because that's the only way he could have known.

"What in the name of marshmallow-producing-cow are you doing here?" I snatched the club from his steel grip, taking its help to defend my self from that idiot of a guy.

For a second he stood there staring at me like I'm a UPS delivery guy who has walked in his apartment in the middle of the night.His Hazel eyes reflecting the surprise seeing me.This day couldn't get any worse.

"What did you think ? You could get away with robbing my brother's house?" I stepped back a little.

"Its not what you think it is." He walked a few steps towards me, which alerted my senses and I moved backwards, running a in-secured hand on my hijab, making sure it is in place.

"Then what? You just unintentionally strolled into my brother's apartment?"

He opened his mouth to say something but i beat it to him.

"I should have known you were this kind of guy. When you can stalk me then you can certainly rob around people's house."

"Geez woman calm down." He said in a sleek manner.

"Calm down? You incompetent fool! You are freaking raiding my brother's flat and you want me to keep calm?!?" I shouted on full volume.

I watched him pinching the bridge of his nose, maybe comprehending the situation he got himself into.  He washed a his hands over his face and took a deep breathe. I couldn't believe he was the same guy who was stalking me. Did he know that it was Adam's apartment or he just wandered here as another act of shamefulness ? I didn't know robber attend colleges or maybe they did ? Well, from his pretty face nobody could tell that he could break into someone's house. 

"Zeeniya have to listen to me..."

"Oh, so we are on first name basis now?" I tilted my head, giving him a poker face.

"We can sit down and I'll explain everything...." He motioned both of his hands forward.

"Are you out of your mind? You are here mugging my brother's place and you want us to sit down and talk?" If not for my hijab, I would have smoke coming out of my ears.

"For the millionth time, I. Am. NOT. ROBBING.YOUR. BOTHER'S. PLACE!" He screamed, letting out all of himself.

I stood there, my mouth half hanged low at his burst. I took out my phone from my jeans pocket only to find it dead. I couldn't let me get a slight whiff that i couldn't call the cops. I looked up at his quizzical expression and an idea popped into my mind.

I held"dialed" a number and put the phone to my ear. Well I learn a lot from playing 'pretend pretend' in my childhood.

"I didn't know you can call the police with a dead phone?" My eyes met his irritating smirk.

"How did you....?" Why is murder Haram? Ugh!

"Okay, I know you are stupid. But THAT stupid, wow. Don't you get tired acting dumb all the time?" Now he crossed the line. I'm stupid? How dare he?

I opened my mouth to shower a few colorful words at him when a voice interrupted.

"Can you please keep that lover's banter of your down? People are trying to sleep. And if not I swear I'll call the police!" That could only be the most awful and bitter than cough syrup, neighbor of Adam's. Lover's banter, Really?

"You know what? I'll go to the neighbor and use his phone....TO CALL THE POLICE!" I yelled at him and he scrunched up nose in annoyance.

Taking in a deep, indeed a very deep breathe and walked towards the main door only to find a panting Adam by the door, both of his hands on his knees, bent down, panting like a dog .

"Don't...don't call the cops. He live here. I rented him the spare room." He was panting badly as if a dog was chasing him, gestured over Nayal who was leaning against the door. 

"Rewind please...?" That could explain the boxes .Has my brother lost his mind? 

"You could have told me?" Folding my arms on my chest, biting my lower lip to contain the anger.

"I didn't thought....." I raised a hand, cutting him in the middle of the sentence as a beam of pain shot through my head.

Without any further notice, I trooped towards Adam's bedroom, slamming the door behind me. When I realized it wasn't enough, I opened the door once again and this time used both the hands to shut it. Now that satisfied me.

Once I was inside, I took out some migraine pills, swallowing them with tap water. I prayed Esha, making a special prayer for Mum and also begged Allah SWT to give me enough strength to  bear that idiotic Nayal Siddiqui. As if it wasn't enough that he was my project partner and now I can't even have peace at the bachelor pad a.k.a my current location.

I jumped on the bed, playing with the last piece Mum gave me, A camera locket. She gifted me a day before she died, as if she knew something was gonna happen to her. With thoughts blending in my head like a cocktail, I drifted off to sleep.

A/N. I'M SORRY IF ITS SHITTY

Locket her MUM gave her....

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