No one came up. As I looked around exasperated I heard laughter boom around the room. I glared at the idiot on my bed.
"You wanna know one thing I learned."
I looked at the idiot expectantly.
"You have soundproof walls...duhhh"
He said rolling his eyes. I just looked at him looked back at my door and walked out. How can he treat everything as if it is normal?
Stupid idiot.
"NATASHA YOU LOVE ME REALLY!"
I stopped at the door and looked back at him.
"Bite me."
"Gladly, just tell me where" he said wiggling
one of his eyebrows.
With a frustrated groan I stormed out.
"Natasha...?"
I turned around to see Uncle Raheel.
"Uh...yes...?"
"Are you alright?"
I blushed remembering the events that just happened in my room.
"Everything is fine."
"Alright, can you please ask Adam to come down and be the imam for our prayers...it's a bit too late to go to the masjid."
Silently cursing in my head I trailed back to my room.
Bursting through the door I see Adam mid-stretch my eyes were quickly attracted to his V-line. Oh gosh.
"Take a picture it will last longer." He winked and strolled out.
"Uh-your da-"
"I know, I heard."
Clenching my fists I let out a frustrated groan and stomped to the kitchen.
"NATASHA!"
"Yes ma?"
"It's time to pray baby girl."
"Alright..."
I walked out the kitchen to be met by a melodic tune. Woah. Pushing my ears onto the living room door I heard the recitation.
Adam?
I blushed again and quickly rushed to my room. After 5 minutes of looking on YouTube how to pray I was ready and set. Right...Maghrib? No Isha? No 'Asr? Oh God.
I rushed to my mum's room to see her settled on the bed talking to Aunti Naziha.
"Oh. Sorry I should've knocked?"
Mum sighed at my clumsiness.
"What do you want Natasha?"
"I'll text you!"
I said with a blush and rushed out. Well. That was embarrassing.
So much for trying hard to pray then. I sighed in disappointment and got my car keys getting ready to leave.
It's a usual thing. I don't normally say when I'm leaving. Plus Adam's presence is annoying me.
Just as I opened the door I hear a voice behind me. Idiot.
"Going somewhere?"
"Yes, yes I am. Tell my parents I said don't wait up."
YOU ARE READING
Living the Hijabi Life (ON HOLD)
SpiritualBlue Eyes... This was the only thing that helped Natasha keep her identity. When her parents become stricter Muslims it affects Natasha and her social life. She has never worn a hijab before and now that she has to it's hard to be the person she was...
