We Belong Together

Chapter 17

"Walaikum salam Asher. How are you?" I asked trying to calm my erratic heart beat. It was not from Asher's call but rather because of the near death experience I just had. 

I couod have gotten into an accident. I shrudded at that very thought. 

I thanksed allah for saving me.

"I'm fine. Alhumdulilah." He replied and then went silent again. 

Why did he even call?

His call kind of saved my life though.

"Usually you ask the how are you back for the sake of politeness you know." I blurted out without thinking because I couldn't take that awkward silence. He was the one who called so he was supposed to speak not just sit there quietly.

After a second I realized what I had actually said and face palmed myself. I must have sounded so pathetic. I really need a filter between my brain and mouth.

"So you want me to ask you about you?" He asked chuckling.

"No. I am just telling you to be nice." I said rolling my eyes even though he couldn't see me.

"You already sound like a wife." His deep chuckle sounded in my ear like music.

Music?! That was the stupidest thing you have ever said, my brain scolded me.

"Do I now?" I said for lack of better response.

"Yup. So how are you?"

"I'm okay I guess."

"You guess?" He asked.

A car honked behind me and I realized that the signal had turned green.

"Are you driving?" He asked and I could literally hear the frown in his voice.

"Yeah," I replied as I pulled the handbrake down and started driving again with one hand on the wheel and the phone cradled between my shoulder and ear. Let's just hope that I don't get a ticket for this.

"It's not safe for you to drive like that. Did you recite the dua?"

"No. Thanks for reminding me, though." I replied back.

"Okay, I am going to hang up now and drive safely. Okay?" He said

"Wait why did you call?" I asked hurriedly before he cut the call.

"So eager huh?" Came his teasing reply and I literally went red. Thakn God he couldn't see me right now.

"Allah Hafiz," I said quickly and cut the call but not before his amused chuckle was heard. I put my phone on silent so as not to get disturbed by any more calls but my own thoughts were more annoying. I couldn't drive properly with the war I was having with my brain.

I recited the dua quickly before I forgot again.

Suddenly I thought that this was the first time we actually had a civil conversation. And it relaxed me too. Well, that's new!

I felt like Allah was trying to give me a sign. Asher's call had saved me from a potential disaster. I felt like Allah sent him as my savior.

It overwhelmed me to think that Allah had saved me. Allah was with me.

I had heard that when you open your eyes each morning when you could have died means that your purpose in life had not been fulfilled yet and Allah is giving you a second chance.

In a way, it was through Asher that I had gotten this second chance to life.

It felt like Asher was the one for me. My life partner. My other half. It was weird to think of him like that. But really it did sound good.

It was scary how talking to him had flipped my mood around in a matter of seconds. It was scary that he had such an effect on me. I had forbidden myself to marry but I knew if I were ever to marry anyone it would be Asher.

I had never seen this caring side of him before. He had always been the A-class jerk to me before. This Asher was nice.

Maybe I had never really judged him properly before. I never even knew him that well. So it was very wrong of me to create an opinion of him.

That's was the worse habit of mine.

I quickly judged a person and for me, their first impression was usually the last.

This was another mistake I usually did. And I really needed to fix myself before it was too late.

There was always a positive side of everything. I liked to tell everyone else to look at the positive side of things where the reason I was the biggest pessimist myself. It's better said than done. The easiest thing is to preach others of good but it's always hard to follow it yourself.

I had done the same mistake with Asher. I really wanted to consider him for marriage but I was too stubborn and egoistic to do that. Another of my bad qualities. Sometimes I think why my family loves me at all?

I am such a bad person.

I broke Zaid's heart today and I feel so guilty about it. I have never felt so small in my own eyes because now that I come to think of it any person could take the wrong meaning of a friendship that I shared with him.

I intend to make myself a better person and I hoped Allah would help me with that just like he had helped my today.

Allah had really helped me through Asher and I was overwhelmed by that. Was he really the one for me? Who would be my better half and also help me transform into a better person?

I steered the car towards my house still absorbed in my thoughts. I shook my head to clear my mind before I got into another near death accident.

Little did I know what awaited me at home would change my life. Literally.

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