Cries Behind Smiles

Chapter 6: The Arrival

Knotting my long hair into braid, I was getting ready for School.My hair had grown  long,they were jet black and thick.Everyone used to say I had inherited them from mama

They were only thing that I take pride in.I was not really a morning person,So I was walking like a zombie who had not eaten food for months.

But guess what my Baba was all chirpy and all that crap in morning.He used to sing something and interact with everybody.He rushed towards me asking me question like

"Do you know Aunty Sughraa,she had those witchy red eyes? Do you know her? you little twat. Tell me Haya" he was blabbering widening his charcoal eyes for emphasis giving him creepy look.

They used to call me Haya as nick.While my brother called me Servant,our maid,little witch and blacky which I really loved a lot because I don't give a shit anymore.It used to annoy the hell out of me.But with time I grew out of my insecurities and as I was growing I transformed from thin,bony girl to healthy curvy one and my complexion kept on getting better and better.I knew he just used these names to get a rise out of me and I intend to not give him this pleasure.

But with time I used to get used to these names,they felt like mine.

I know I'm weird,You don't need to tell me that

Blacky was due to my little darker complexion than his extremely fair one.Never said I mind it. Ignorance is a bliss.

So here my father was really annoying at that moment.Ignoring him completely, I moved towards breakfast which I 've never completed anytime.Because I was always running late whether I woke up on 6:30 or 7:00 am.

Tardiness was in our genes as Baba was same lazy slag as me.But due to Armyaziam got in his blood from military he was really agile,the organized one.The laziness in him was only in matter of time, nothing else.

So, my brother never leave breakfast unfinished and I never completed one.How ironic it is.

I was in 9 grade studying in Science group visualizing for studying medicine in future.I don't know from where I get the idea.From my interest in Science,from Chachu's mindmaking and dreams about me ,treating Dadu(my grandmother) in hospitals.But I got interest.

If someone had said such a thing 6 years ago, I would have laugh a lot at this silly joke.But here I was completely devoted to Biology.The thought of becoming doctor give me adrenaline boost, injecting life in my veins.Making me utterly and completely happy.

I was versatile person.I liked dancing,singing,painting,acting, playing and almost everything.There was nothing I wasn't good at.So don't classify me as nerdy one because my grades were good but just look at the  million hairstyles I opted to do at school.

One of my teacher was completely annoyed and said to me :
"HAYAT I would love to see the day when you've combed your hair like normal people"

Poor madam don't know that day won't come in School.So,I loved my school my studies,my friends and teachers.

Ignore the boys drooling  on our section girls.Our class was sorted as 9 A.So let me tell you straight ,I hate a man the moment when he sees a girl like his eyesockets are gonna pop out and start acting cheap.

Like seriously man!! have a class.Why eyerape every human being having vagina....
So that was my top hatelist.So I never liked anyone at college.Nobody had class enough.

When I returned home,Mom sweet Mom was already there.Like the good house women she was,she was serving everybody.

LADIES and GENTLEMEN it was rare scenario.Because mostly we were left at the cost of Yaseen Chachaa.

He was an adult man of late thirties serving us since my Baba's second marriage.He carried all house duties including making dinner,ironing and washing clothes,picking me and my brother from school,taking care of our house cleanliness.

He was really kind,devoted and not selfish.I considered him as my uncle.He brought us up.So here she was,we had lunch together.

With her thick sugary accent she asked : "How was your day?"

I replied in non-chalant manner, "It was okay" . Knitting my brows expressing "Like you really care".

So the day went on until night Baba announced:
"Betaa.Uncle Arshad is coming back from Europe with his family.They would be staying in our house for a time while.Be courteous to them and welcome them whole-heartedly"

My brother said enthusiastically  : "Really baba.Chachaa Arshad is coming !!"

"Yes dear!" He answered.

Chacha Arshad  was younger brother of Baba.Second son of Sarfaraz Abbasi-my Dada.
He had three childrens including two sons and one elder daughter.

We've talked to our cousins through phone.But I had very blurred memory of them as many years had passed since we last met.We almost spend our childhood together but later when I was in 7 they moved to Europe.Now after almost 4 years they were coming back.These years had put a distance between me and my cousins and an air of reluctance that I almost forget them.

Let's see what comes next.I was more interested in my Biology test tomorrow So I went for preparation.But Husni was excited because he and Chacha's eldest son were old pals.Husni is nick for my full-of-himself-bro.