Unlikely To Happen

Part 19 - Good Drives

Part 19 – Good drives

The room they rented wasn't the best, but it was a cover from the cruel elements. "I paid for two nights," Zaakir told Maleeha. She gave him a dirty look. "There was no other room, Maleeha," he said condescendingly. "You heard that for yourself."

She rolled her eyes at him and sat huffingly on the king-sized bed. "I guess," she huffed as she kicked off her Converse. Tired and with aching limbs, she unwrapped her sweaty scarf and breathed deeply.

Panting just as hard as Maleeha, Zaakir sat on the bed and pulled off his leather jacket and kicked off his Converse. "We had no other choice." His voice was scratchy and the exhaustion was easily heard as he wheezed his words out.

"I know!" Maleeha snapped as she pulled her leather jacket off. Her voice was no better than Zaakir's. She was just as tired, just as exhausted. Neither of them were used to the hard exercise. "I get it." Her eyes roamed the room. It wasn't big, just comfortable. A king-sized bed dominated most of the room. Not too far from the foot of the bed was a vanity table that had a shelf a foot away with a kettle and coffee and tea sachets. To the right of the bed, just as you entered the room was the bathroom. "It's fine," she grumbled. Then, she turned her head slightly, angling it so that she could look at him. "Do you want to shower first? Because I want to wash my hair, and we have nothing other than what was provided for by this . . . room," she said with a sneer.

With a roll of his eyes and a deep sigh, Zaakir heaved himself of the bed and went into the bathroom. "Is it even worth it to shower? We don't have clean underwear or clothing?" he yelled to Maleeha as he stood by the edge of the bathroom.

Stunned by the question, she stared at him. "Dang it, I don't know. I suppose wash out our underwear and t-shirts, and wear it tomorrow. While we wrap ourselves in the extra sheets that are usually on the bed."

"It's a king-sized bed. There is only going to be one extra sheet," he pointed out with a grim face.

Maleeha narrowed her eyes at him dangerously. "Do you enjoy being a party-pooper?" she huffed.

Zaakir waved his hand dismissively. "It's called practising pragmaticism."

"But you're right," Maleeha sighed irritably.

Annoyed, Zaakir rubbed a hand over his face. "It's such a mess. Look, go shower first. I'll think of something. Maybe we can find a blow-dryer here or something."

"Then maybe I shouldn't use the shampoo and wash my hair..." Maleeha trailed off considering it.

Zaakir shook his head, his sweaty hair flopping in his eyes. "No, wash your hair. I'll even help you towel dry it," he offered.

Maleeha shrugged. "Okay." She went in and showered, washing her hair only once with the little tube given to them. Every little drop counted – at least until they got to the mall. Once they got to the mall, Maleeha would buy them the things they desperately needed. Just as she stepped out of the small shower and wrapped herself in the bath towel provided, Zaakir knocked on the door.

"Maleeha! Are you done? I found us two bath robes! They're towelling bath robes!" he told her excitedly. "This means that we are safe until the things dry out!"

"That's great!" she shouted back.

"I know! Now, open the door and let me pass you one," he told her cautiously. Maleeha hesitated, thinking whether it was wise or not. But, she realised, there was no chance of trying to act high and mighty. They only had each other here.