Pretty Isn't Her Name [ABANDONED]

01| The Break Up

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'I knew it! Ai dama na sani (I knew it)! It was bound to happen eventually. But I didn't think it would be this bad...'

Janan weaved through the crowd to come face to face with her number one most trusted friend, Fatima Muhammad, who's wailing as if her eyes were gouged out.

"Fati! Miyafaru (What happened)?! Wait... Don't tell me it's true..." Her eyes widened when the other nodded weakly. Furious, Janan's eyebrows drew in confusion.

Wetting her lips, "When did he...?" She trailed off, hoping her prying didn't hurt her best friend more. "Y-Yesterday..." Fatima managed to choke out of her raspy breathing.

"What a man Allah created..." Janan sighed, exasperated. "Come on tashi (stand up), let's go outside." Fatima only managed to nod once again, her hands glued to her face. Janan was a ticking bomb ready to be set off, her blood boiling.

Outside, people that were passing were asking what was the dilemma, but Janan brushed off their questions. If she had not, Mars would've started seeing incoming visitors thrown from Earth.

"F-Fati! Thank God I made it on time. Sorry, Mr. Khalid was being an aggravating ass again." Came a panting male who was also a best friend of Janan. Abdulmalik Al-Qasim.

Janan nodded, then proceeded to help their friend in distress to their little special resting point.

Janan still low-key feeling murderous, spat towards her male friend. "See Malik? I was right about him." Malik's eyes widened.

"Did he soil her? Poured red all over her pure, white and untamed flower? Plucked her-"

"Zaka sha mari (you'll get slapped), if you don't shut the hell up." Janan gave him a slap on the shoulder, a small smile gracing her lips without her permission as her friend, Fatima, also gave a light airy laugh.

After a peaceful silence, Fatima finally dropped her hands and revealed her puffy, yet breathtaking face.

She sniffed childishly and motioned for Janan to hand her a tissue. Compliant, Janan gave her some, with the chocolates she stashed away except when emergencies like this occurred.

They were all sitting on the green grass with the mango tree giving them shade. It was a bright, sunny day that definitely didn't reciprocate Janan's best friend's mood.

"So? Danallah fada min (please tell me), what did he do? Malik and I are downright worried off our asses for you, while my killer instincts' rising for him." She had hoped Fatima would at least cooperate with her. As it was, Fatima was usually stubborn.

"Allah knows I'm ready to kick some fucker's ass." Malik gave a dazzling smile."Wallahi Malik ka kiya ye ni (I swear be careful of me), language!" Janan raised a delicate but threatening finger at Malik, his hands suspending in the air in surrender, not without whispering a sly 'hypocrite'.