Muslim Tomboy?...Impossible

Ms Tomboy And The Wife's Call

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Zeeniya

"I don't know why, but I feel that I'm boring you, Miss Tahan. Is it correct? Please don't tell me it is because it would be devastating for me to know that one of my favorite students is getting boring you."

The first thing I noticed after getting up from a wonderful nap was Professor Dunphy's sarcasm dripping words especially the favorite student part. I tried my best to open my glued eyes but all the efforts resulted vain. Disappointment. I saw Professor Duphny standing right in front of the massive white board. He perched his glasses on the bridge of his nose and placed a hand dramatically on her heart. I sensed my surrounding and a mini Angina attack followed.

My toes curled in embarrassement, heat rose to my cheeks and I quickly detached my head from Nayal's shoulder (more like his arm). I could easily spot a blotch of my drool on the his grey hoodie. I don't know if it disgusted him but it served him right. He could have at least nudged me.

Note to yourself: Never sit beside a guy when you are sleepy.

I turned to Nayal who didn't show a hint of embarrassement and was looking at me with an amused expression. I glared at him with all the heat inside me which would be enough to bore a hole in the wall.

Why didn't he moved me away? That harami!

All I remember was rushing to the second class five minutes but due to one of the nice people Allah created, I attended the Dynamics lecture getting late. I had DaM(Design and Manufacturing) with Nayal and Jason, so I walked with them to the class and the next thing I know I'm being insulted by the Professor.

"I assure you there is nothing like that, Mr Dunphy. Please continue." I rubbed my hands on my face waking my half dead senses. Beside me Nayal and Jason were snickering like Horrid Henry.

Could my life get any worse?

I poked my pencil in Nayal's gut with all the strength before directing my attention towards the lecture, with a quick victorious smile forming on my lips.

~*~

"To all the Senior year students of Design and Manufacturing, this is to inform you that the first draft of the Final Year Project will be approved from 19th to 20th September according to the group numbers listed below:

GROUP #1 till GROUP #10 on 19th

GROUP #11 till GROUP #20 on 20th"

Nayal looked up from his phone with clear panic filled in his eyes.

"This means.... ours...will be on.."

"19th!" We both shrieked at the exact same time.

"The day after tomorrow." Nayal muttered in annoyance.

I threw my head on the table nearly spilling my coffee on Nayal's laptop.

"Hey Tommy watch out!"

I shot him a dirty look filled with astonishment. How in the world did he know it? No one except for my family does.
But right now my brain was already flooded with other worries including Dani's problem, to think over this stupid thing.

"Don't you think it's useless to sit here with your almost dead brain?" He has complained about my sleep more than the number of 'okays' in the fault in our stars.

From the nook of my eye I could watch him rotating his head to 360°, checking the well being of his precious laptop. He rubbed it with the sleeves of his grey hoodie and then finally hugged it to his chest, after placing a kiss on the black surface, he kept it in his bag.

"Don't you think you are worse than a hormonal teenage girl?" I snapped at his earlier response.

"No. I'm a charming, young handsome gentleman." He bowed a little, offering a generous smile which seemed more like a smirk to me.

"Do you have any idea how much energy does it take to ignore your crappy talks?" I grumbled against the table.

For the last half an hour both of us are sitting in the students lounge waiting for the next class. I was half asleep and half awake when Nayal received an email from Professor Dunphy's assistant. And as customary, it was like an atom bomb has dropped on our heads, because we were the only ones who haven't even decided the topic.

"You know what I can't do this right now. I'm heading home for some sleep. We'll figure out something." I stood up and gathering my stuff.

"It's nerve wrecking for me to even think about this and you are gonna take a...nap?" Why the hell people including my Professors have a problem with my sleep.

"How am I suppose to work with an almost dead brain?" I air quoted his earlier remark.

"Ugh God! You are so stubborn!" He ruffled his hair through the blue cap placed on his head.

"Buh-bye." I blowed a dramatic kiss in his direction and made my way outside, chuckling at his helpless expression.

~*~

"Zeen, your friend is here!" I heard Dad's shout as I was offering my last Rakt of Maghrib.

By my friend he actually meant Nayal who was talking to Dad like golf mates when I entered the living room. I came home, prayed Asr and jumped on the bed. Waking up after two hours, brought my half dead brain alive.

"Why are you here?" I folded my arms on my chest. He was wearing the same 'I'm not the DJ' white shirt.

"Adam is at the workshop so I thought I should come over. Its not comfortable being alone with the opposite gender. So, here I am." His words surely left a mark on Dad as he turned to him and patted his shoulder.

"Its hard to find boys like you these days." Which worked as a catalyst for Nayal's pride.

"JazakAllah sir." He replied.

"You should start your work, kids. You can join us for dinner Nayal. It would be a pleasure." Dad made an unnecessary offer which Nayal should'be declined but he didn't. Mufta kon chorta ha.

"I'll try, sir. The thing is Zeeniya doesn't prefer my company that much." He scratched his neck, faking a sad face.

That grasshole! How can be like that in front of my own Dad?

"Thats rubbish. You will join us. We were planning to eat outside but seeing you guys busy, I'll order something." Dad picked up his brief case, heading to his room.

"And Zeen, he is our guest, I don't want to hear any complains." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I'm not a kid, Dad." I whined which received 'you are a kid' in reply.

Once Dad left the room, I stared at Nayal who burst into laughter like the stupid people in Jimmy Kimmel's Show.

"I choose to ignore you." I ran to my room, grabbing a few books and my laptop and we both settled on the carpet surrounding the coffee table.

And that was the longest time when we both didn't bicker and quietly did our work until Nayal's phone rang. He was in the kitchen, gulping down water when he asked me to see who was it.

I looked at the flashing screen and yelled excitedly.

"Its your wife calling."

A/N
I know it isn't one of my best but please pardon me. Life has been a bit busy.

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