BOND

Chapter one : Rainy Night

Amna's POV

I watched from the balcony as droplets of water started cascading on the floor. The heavy downpour relished a lot of memories in me, some bitter and others sweet.

I clutched my cup of coffee, as a tear escaped my eyes, I felt desolate as I remembered when my life completely took a turn, I tried my best to mask how broken I am, but sometimes no matter how I try, I get this nostalgic feeling.

I wiped away the tears cascading from my eyes as I heard my sister calling for me.

She hugged me tight, shouting:

"Ukhtee! I am afraid of those lightening and I am bored, why are you even standing here, it's dark "

I wiped away the remaining tears and smiled at her.

"I was just thinking Sis"

"Thinking or crying again? Why do you always have to cry when it's raining?" She asked.

"Because It was raining when Maa left, to a place that is surely better for her than here"

"Urgh,don't make me cry too, let's go and watch a series, you know what? when we come here for weekends, I always feel free, that house is a dungeon, with the wicked witch and all that" she kept blabbering.

I just hugged her and laughed, She's so pretty Mashaa Allah, and she really reminds me of Maa.

"Okay,the people in the house are asleep so stop talking like a parrot, let's go to our room"

My sweet sister Yasmeen is 19years old and I am six years older than her. She is now studying Architecture in BUK, as we reside in Kano, she is my best friend, she knows me in and out and she's always there for me.

We went inside the room, started watching the series "Pretty little liars". I don't really like those kind of movies, I prefer adventures, cartoons and the rest, she got tired of watching the series and later curled up on the bed to sleep, I took my phone and saw missed calls from my colleague Ameenah, it was late already so I made up my mind to call her tomorrow, I watched some videos and started surfing the net to read poems.

I love poems and I get thrilled by them,when I am less busy, I write my own. I already have a small collection of poems written by me. It was late so I switched off my phone and went to bed.

We woke up for Fajr and after praying we all went back to sleep. We never get this kind of sleep unless during weekends, we sleep late at home and wake up as early as 4am to start the house chores.

I slept peacefully like a baby, I love spending weekends at my maternal Aunty's house, because as Yasmeen said our father's house is a dungeon to us...

I woke up to the vibration of my phone, it is already 11am and Ameenah is the one calling me again. I sighed and stretched before picking it up.

"Miss are you okay? I've been calling and texting you since last night and you didn't respond, I started thinking maybe the evil step mom got rid of you..." Ameenah began scolding me as soon as I answered the call.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't even with the phone, I was busy with that article, I'll come before going back home,I promise"

"Yeah right, As if you'll really come,It's weekend why won't you rest? Workaholic"

"Take that back, you know I learnt that from you,where are my babies, you know I must come and see them, I'll come with Yasmeen,I know she'd love to come"

"Yes come with her please, we need to talk about you" she said mockingly.

"Mama Gossip, what about me"