Life Is a box of Chocolates.

Chapter 13

I watched the rain pour from the window of my dark room. The strong winds howled threatening to brake the branches of the near by trees. Lighting struck brightening the room for a second.

I hugged myself and let the storm inside,out. For some reason I began to connect the weather and my pain with the lyrics to "let it go" from frozen.

# the wind is howling like this twisting storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried#

I felt a presence behind me "don't put the light on." I said quietly. " I have migraine. "

" Sally. " came Mehmoona's concerned voice. " Stop thinking about it. What's done is done. You always say whatever happens , happens for a reason. This was supposed to happen. Although its horrible to say this now but what happened is for the best."

" In away I am glad but at the same time I blame him. Hanzala shouldn't have come. Rashid and I just began to connect. If Hanzala didn't come. ...."

"Don't blame Hanzala." She said patiently " him being there at that time was just an excuse for what was destined. for what what Allah had written. ."

Silence covered the room. The only sound the raging storm outside. I closed my eyes; tears rolling down my face. The amount I shed in the past month only Allah knows.

With my eyes closed I remembered the horrible event that occurred last week.
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I was shocked when Hanzala hugged me so tight. I pushed him away from me and slapped his cheek. The sound echoing in the hallway.

" Hanzala! " I shouted " how many times do I have to tell you. You can't hug me any more . Your not a child. Think before you flipping act!"

Hanzala held his cheek as he stared at the ground.

I was furious. What is he doing here anyway? At least now that am married he should leave me alone!

I gestured towards my in laws " you came to my door, pushed passed my husband ....yea..... and then hugged me? What will my in laws be thinking? A thousand question are probably going around there head , a billion have probably raised in my husbands head."

I glared at him and his stupidity. " does Mamu Yasir no your here?Why are you here? "

I heard sighs of relief once they understand he's my cousin. He shook his head.

"What about Ismeal biya?" I shouted still annoyed.

He shook his head again.

" Hanzala you cant just barge in like that. You know your as tall as a 19 year old man but are actually a 15 year old boy."I yelled at him.

I saw his eyes begin to water so I softened my tone "Not everyone knows that. None of my family has seen you since the marriage, so they don't know who you are. Next time think what your doing. OK?

He nodded his head.

Turning to my family" Hanzala is my Mamu Yasirs son. He's idiot my cousin and has always been clingy with me. He has the tall gene and looks older than his age. He's only 15.

Hanzala has always come to me when he needed help or advice so I guess that's why he's here. Ive been telling him he can't Islamicly hug me any more or talk to me but he doesn't listen."

Turning to hanzala "if you need to advice you should speak to your older brother ismaeel biya or saif biya or safeer biya.....not me. like i've been telling you for the past 3 years. Islamicly now it is a sin for you to touch me ... or talk to me unnecessary, because we're not related by blood or milk and were both baligh.(adults)"