J U S T I C E

10

Baby I been calling
You don't wanna answer me
All day I've been calling
You don't wanna answer

RUKAYYA

I checked my phone for the first time since I got back home. I've been home for a few hours now. I locked myself in my room trying to wrap my mind around what happened.

15 missed calls.

2 from Rabi the rest from Baggy and Ya Abbati.

I called Rabi first. I knew she just wanted to give me some space to talk to her by myself.

"Heyy girl. How are you feeling? That was intense. Why would they do that? I'm so sorry for laughing. It was Abdul. He was joking around. Are you okay? Did you cry? You know you should, "

"Antyyy, calm down mana. I haven't even replied you and you're firing all these questions. Hmmm you and this Abdul baa, it seems you're hitting it off,"

"Don't try to change the subject. Are you okay?"

"I will be. Now you need to cheer me up,"

"Abdul asked me out,"

"WHAT!!"

"I'm as surprised as you are,"

"What do you mean? You had to have picked up some signs,"

"Welllll.... He was pretty nice and did you notice he kept flirting?"

"Shegiya! We'll be getting married to best friends ashe,"

"So you chose him,"

"Who else am I supposed to choose. You know I love Baggy, but not in that kind of way. I already know too much about him, there'd be no mystery,"

"Yeahh, plus kema kin san Mama baza ta yadda ki fasa akan Abbati ba,"

"Har naga wani marin da zata mun,"

"So what now?"

"I'm still thinking of a nice way to let Baggy down. It's not easy to say your feelings in front of a crowd like that,"

"Yeahh, but he should've known not to. I mean you introduced Abbati to him as the person you're getting married to, he should've taken the hint,"

"But still... He's my best friend, "

"Ouch,"

"You know what I mean mana,"

"I do. Allah dai ya bada saa, lemme cut the call so you can call Ya Abbati,"

"How'd you know I was gonna call him?"

"I'm your bestfriend for a reason babe. Goodbye,"

And with that she hung up the phone.

Now I need to figure out what to say to ease the tension between me and Ya Abbati. Maybe when he picks up I'll call him babe. Yeah that'll work.

I pray he doesn't shout or worse insult me. I'll probably bawl my eyes out before anything else.

"Assalamu alaikum," he answered in his smooth voice.

Confession, I actually called him using private number.

"Who's this?" he said again. This time I decided to speak.

"Ya...," I started, then corrected myself "Babe, I'm sorry,"

"Rukayya? Is that you?"

Ofcourse it's me, which other girl calls him babe. I decided to let that pass.