TREASURES AND THORNS

Chapter six

It's lack of faith that makes people afraid of meeting challenges, and I believed in myself.
                                         Muhammad Ali

                                    AHMAD

The only time I had to wallow in self pity was the weekends. I had indulged myself ever since my wedding got cancelled.

Once upon a time, I was always active on the weekends. It was during that time that I could hit the gym or catch up with friends. However when she left, my desire for such things vanished.

I indulged in working on the weekends. All I would do was lie around in my room and work. It was the only distraction that was effective. I only hit the gym whenever I got bored. It became my second distraction.

The situation that I had found myself in forced a change in what had become my 'weekend routine'. The gym became my first option once again.

There was a fully functional and well equipped gymnasium in my father's mansion which I frequented. It was a luxury but I preferred a commercial gym. However using that was a bit too complex.

I couldn't just get into my car and zoom off to a gym. There were security protocols that would take forever to impose. I would have to take at least a dozen body guards in a convoy that was fit for a president.

I had learned from a very young age that we all had targets on our backs for being born with a silver spoon. I had learned to accept it but with time it became a burden I had to live with.

Instead of subjecting myself to the complex process of using public gyms, I stayed back home.

I stayed longer in the gym that day. I felt like the machines were the only thing I could control at that point in time. I held on to the machines a little longer. It was not for long however because Hammad's call interrupted me.

I fetched the phone from the pocket of my track down an hit the receive button.

"Ango!" Hammad exclaimed.

I sighed deeply.

"I have good news for you! Where are you?" he inquired.

"Home," I answered dejectedly.

"Well, we're coming!" he informed.

"You and who?"

"Salim," He announced and disconnected the call.

Salim was the last person I wanted to see at that moment. Hammad could have as well said he was coming over with the devils younger brother. Salim was not that bad but he was bad! My thoughts were flying out of control thanks to my sour mood.

I exited the gym and took a quick shower before the pair arrived.

I received them in the living room in my section of the house. Hammad was so ecstatic it was as if he had won a lottery. The idiot didn't even need a damned lottery, he was the stinking rich. As rich as the favourite son of an oil mogul could be.