"It's okay, he doesn't... have to be the one... who is teaching me... I will just find someone." I said in a panic, why am I in a panic? This so not like me.
"Why waste money when you have Ismael here?" His mother asked.
"Well to be honest... I don't want to bother him if he doesn't want to." I say as I force a smile on my face, I don't want to bother him... I mean he said he will not bother me anymore... so why am I doing this?
"Ismael, would you be bothered by that?" His mum asks him as she looks at him straight in the eye.
"I... erm... I don't know." He said as he stood up. His mother was asking what was wrong with him because she couldn't understand his behavior, but he went upstairs to his room without even replying to his mother. That wasn't good.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with him." His mother apologized as she forced a smile on her face.
"No aunt, I should be the one to say sorry... I mean it's my fault after all." Yeah that's right I should be the one to apologise. After she heard what I said to her, her eyes widened and she looked at me confused... but that was a bit making me scared, did I say something wrong? Is she going to be mad because I made her son this way? Agh I Can't even imagine what will happen, she might pull my hair and make bald, my head will shine like a diamond haha.
"It's your fault?" She asked confused. I hope this doesn't go as I imagined. I need to think of something.
"Well I mean I... need to use the bathroom... yes I need to use the bathroom... where's the bathroom?... no, I know where it is, I'm going talk to you later aunt, bathroom is important after all." I ran and went upstairs to my room. Phew, that was terrifying and... stupid? I looked like an idiot just then, I mean it's my house and the question that I asked was 'where's the bathroom?' That's absolutely stupid... that's nothing like me, right? Plus I'm not going to explain everything and things that happened between us, is not that I don't want to it's just that I... don't know from where to start, and I don't my hair pulled yet, hah I miss the old me the new one sucks, so hopefully starting tomorrow I'm going to be the old Khadija that I used to be, Inshallah.
I went to the toilet and did wudu then I went back to my room and prayed asr. After I finished there was a knock on the door, I stood up and opened the door but surprisingly it was... Ismael?
"Erm... should we go now?" He said as he looked at the floor.
"Go where?" I asked confused.
"You said you wanted to learn how to drive, right?" He asked.
"Yeah but you said you don't know, right?" I asked. Why is he being mean? I can just talk the same as he does.
"Well now I know so stick with it, get ready and come downstairs." He said with a bit of anger in his voice. I'm sure I didn't do anything to him. He doesn't have to be rude.
I got ready and went downstairs just as he said. I wore my ebaya and a black head scarf with flat shoes, ready to go to driving.
"I'm ready." I said excitedly as I smiled but I didn't show much excitement. I don't want to do anything wrong.
"Let's go then." He replied as he took his keys out of his pocket and walked towards the door. I just followed after him. I can't understand his attudie today.
We both went in the car, I put my seat belt on and waited until he drives to a safe place. This feels strange. I'm not getting too excited, right? I'm curious of why he changed his mind all of the sudden.
"Why did he change his mind?" I said to myself while thinking, and my arms were crossed, but it came out load and Ismael heard. Too late to take it back now.
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SpiritualKhadija is 18 years old, she had an accident when she was young which made her lose her past memories. Her parent's sent her to Japan to be taken care of by her uncle, as soon as she decides to go back to Canada, she is told she's getting married to...