The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirty-Four: Trust Issues

PRAY BEFORE YOU READ. 

Yadirah 

It was a Saturday. A Saturday we were supposed to spend at Saifullah's place. The car drive was long as usual. By now it was already the end of February. 

"Are we there yet?" Suwaydah asked. 

"Nope." Our dad replied. After a while, Suwaydah got annoying. 

"Suwaydah the more you ask the longer it'll take!" I finally said. Binyamin smirked. 

"I knew you were gonna burst any moment." Binyamin commented. I sighed. 

"Yadirah calm down. Suwaydah, we won't be there for another 15 minutes. So if you want to ask if we're there yet, ask after 15 minutes." My dad said, calmly. With Suwaydah there, the car ride was nothing but annoying. 

When we did finally reach Saifullah's house, Suwaydah was way too tired and grumpy having fallen asleep in the last fifteen minutes of the car ride. She wasn't the only grumpy one. I was suffering too. But seeing Saifullah open the door for us, my heart suddenly felt wide and awake. We all greeted him with Salaam, and he quickly got us to come inside. When he saw me, he smiled a special smile. It was different. It wasn't the same old polite smile he offered my family. It was a smile just for me. Or so I'd like to think. Married life was indeed a cheesy life at times. 

Near the end of the dinner, Saifullah and I went up to his room to discuss something. 

"What's wrong?" I asked him as soon as he closed the door behind him. 

"Well, the thing is..." He was interrupted by a phone call. When he looked down at it, he immediately turned it off. But his phone rang again and again. Until he finally decided to leave the room to attend the call. 

"What?" Saifullah asked angrily. Saifullah stood outside the door, not too far away. I walked a little closer, then stopped myself. It wasn't right eavesdropping in on him. I stood there not knowing what to do. But I could hear him just fine from where I was without even trying to. "What will it take for you to stop calling me and interrupting my life?" He asked. 

People from the past?

Saifullah 

"Aww, don't say that. I just want to talk." Nouman's voice came through. Just hearing his voice made my insides cringe. Why on earth did I have to deal with this weirdo on this day? 

"If you just want to talk, go make some friends."

"Oh, don't be so rude. You are my friend." He said, playfully. There had to be a screw loose somewhere in his head. I sighed. 

"What do you want?" I asked him. 

"So I hear, you're finally married." Nouman said. I didn't answer. "That Yadirah girl... She might not have checked into your past too well, but you at least know about hers, right?" I took a deep breath. 

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, calmly trying very hard not to hang up. I didn't want him to keep calling. Turning my phone off was too dangerous nowadays. Putting it on mute would have been nice. But with all of these guys showing up, it wasn't a wise choice. 

"Your girl was once my girl." He said, humorously. 

"Yours?" I asked. "Mine? Is she a possession? What she does in the past has nothing to do with the present." I said, firmly. Besides... this was Yadirah. Everything about her was... pure. It wasn't true what he said. It couldn't be. But if she did have a past she wanted to forget about, wasn't it a good thing? We'd be the same, wouldn't we?