The Perfect Storm (A Muslim Story)

Chapter Seven: Unanswered Questions

He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car saying that 'We had a lot to pack'. Could anyone be more rude? I didn't want to sit in the car and freeze so I half ran to follow him.

I followed him in to the elevator and waited and waited. The tension here was the same as in the car. He looked so uptight nothing like the Ahsan I knew.

Lol, the Ahsan I knew was a fake version.

Rolling my eyes at the thought I played with my fingertips wishing for the elevator to stop soon.

Sighing in relief I got out of the elevator as soon as it opened. Ahsan opened the door after entering the code. When he walked in I stopped near the doorway and was having an internal battle with myself. Should I go in or not?

I was deep in thought when a hand grabbed me and made me sit on the couch.

I snatched my wrist from him and listened to him as he told me what to do. I wasn't really listening, I was planning on how to get away.

If he knew the way to the house I could just leave, right? Yeah that's a good idea.

You can do this! On the count of three. 

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He's not going to bite. 

I looked at him uncertainly and asked, "D-do you know y-your way t-t-to the h-house?"

He looked amused at me. I felt heat rise to my cheeks.

He chuckled and replied, "I didn't quite get it. "

He was doing it on purpose, I'm 100% sure he heard me.

Annoying jerk!

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction by strutting again. With all the courage I met his gaze and said, "Do you know your way back to the house? "

He smirked and replied, " Yeah, why? "

I could do a happy dance right now. I stood up from the couch and said, "See you back at the house."

The smirk on his face was gone in a second. On the way to the elevator I added, "Get your ears checked!"

I didn't know where I got the courage from but I was happy that Im getting away. I happily walked to the car and then remembered that I didn't have the car keys.

I sighed; Seriously!!!

I went back in to the elevator, pressed the 50th floor and waited and waited. The door opened too quickly for my liking. I rung the door bell and he opened the door looking smug.

I looked at his shoes and said," Car keys. "

He looked at me for a minute before saying, "I can't give them to you. My car is at the house and I need a ride there too. "

He gestured to the sofa in the living room. I sat on sofa and looked around.

The apartment looked breath taking. It was simple yet elegant.
I walked towards the glass window which looked down upon the city.   Red lights whizzing by so fast and lights from apartments and lamps, I had no words to describe it.

It looked spectacular, almost magical.

I was surprised when I heard a male voice say," Yeah, it does. "

I turned to look at him but he was already gone.

Had I said that out loud? My gaze wandered around the living room to the kitchen area. It looked as if no one had gone in there for ages. Now that I think about it the whole apartment looked like that except for the bedroom.

I looked at Ahsan who was now putting some files on the island counter. He looked deep in thought as he went through them. He had changed so much since the last time I saw him. Maybe he was like this before too.

I sat back down on the couch started playing subway surfers on my phone. I got bored after a while. I looked around and saw that he wasn't anywhere to be seen. I walked in on him packing his cloths in his room.

I walked back to the living room and was about to sit back on the couch when a familiar pink book caught my eye. It was in one of the boxes near the sofa.

I took it from the box and opened it. It was a picture of me and Ahsan. I remembered the book. It was an album I had given him on 'that' day. It was filled with memories of us.

A smile etched on my lips when I saw the next picture. We both had ice cream on our face and a smile on our lips.

I had wanted ice cream and we had gone to buy. But it turned out that we both wanted the same flavour but there was only enough for one. We ended up having an ice cream fight. Luckily we hadn't caused that much damage so the owner had just kicked us out.

I flipped through the Album each picture making me smile broader at the memories. I was surprised when I saw a picture that I hadn't added. It was the last one. It was a picture of me crying and him walking away. It had been on 'that' day.

I hadn't clicked that picture so how was it here. He was in the picture so how could he have clicked it?

My mind was filled with questions as I sat up straight on my bed. After we had come home, I had rushed to my room.

It was 2 30 pm and yet I couldn't sleep. Hugging the comforter I opened the glass door to the balcony. I sat on the comfy armchair as I looked up at the stars. Questions still rung through my mind but now I was too tired to pay attention to them.

I fell in to a deep slumber in which thoughts weren't welcome.