EVERY CLOUD HAVE A SILVER LINING⛅☁✨

chapter 3: The accident (Edited).

              

Every cloud have a silver lining.....

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We arrived his house after a twenty minutes ride and I was nervous. He smiled assuringly and held my hand leading me to the sitting room.

"Mommah, Meerah, come meet my beauty!".

He yelled on top of his voice, earning a pinch on his hand.

     A beautiful woman emerged from the kitchen, probably around the age of 40 to 45.

   She immediately engulfed me in a warm welcoming hug and said;

"You are welcome darling!".

She said and sat me down on one of the sofas. I smiled and greeted her, kneeling down.

"Hellooooo Anty Muneey!!!".

A young lady, probably in her early twenties who must be Sameerah said, hugging me with a broad smile.

I hugged her back and smiled, before replying to her greetings.

She brought refreshments for me but I only drank some water.

"Big bros she is so cute, wish she will be my sister in law".

   Sameerah said jokingly, winking at me.

Momma laughed while Mansoor did a high five with Sameerah.

I wished the ground will open up and swallow me. The torture was too much.

"Ok beauty lets go".

He said after some time, getting up and pinching his sister's cheeks fondly.

"Hold on I have something for Muneerah".

His mom said and hurriedly went upstairs.

She came out with a polythene bag after what seems like five minutes.

"Here sweetheart, its for you".

  She said, giving me the bag.

"Oh, you don't have to....".

"Do visit us another time and my regards to your mum and siblings".

    She said with the warmest smiles.

"Thank you so much".

I smiled and hugged her. Sameerah also hugged me and walked us to his car and watched us drive out.

"Your mom and sister are really nice people".

  I said, a smile playing on my face as I watched the road.

"Yeah".

He said and pinched my nose. I slapped his hand and he stuck out his tongue at me, mockingly. I just smiled and mimed the song playing, Skintight by Mr.Eazi.

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My friendship with Mansoor was getting stronger everyday. We can't even spend a day without seeing each other. He makes me happy with his jokes and caring attitude.

    When I am with him, I tend to forget everything around me. He makes me feel like a queen. And sometimes, I used to wonder, is the feeling mutual, and if it really is, is it love, or just my illusions?

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It was a hectic and sunny Friday, I was buried in work when my phone that was lying beside the piles of files beeped.

   I picked and saw it was Sameerah. I tapped the receive sign and held the phone between my ear and shoulder and continued typing.

"Anty Munee, please come to specialist hospital right now, big bro had an accident on his way to the mosque. He is in coma!!!".

   She said breathlessly.

My phone dropped on the floor. My body was shaking as sweat dripped down my face.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raaji oun!".

Was all I could say at that moment.

I quickly ran out not bothering to pick up my phone from the floor, or to arrange the files I was working on, talk less of shutting down the computer.

I stopped a tricycle and told the man my destination. I was crying profusely. I wish this tricycle could fly....I just want to see Mansoor. Oh my Allah!

I paid the man and ran into the emergency ward without collecting my change. On sighting me, Sameerah ran to me and hugged me, crying.

His mom, who was sitting on one of the lounge seats motioned for me to sit down beside her. You could tell from her face that she had been crying for a really long time. Her face was flushed and her eyes were red and puffy.

"Is it very bad?".

I asked her in a whisper.

She held my hands and shook her head.

"He will be fine".

I stayed at the hospital till far into the night before going back home. That was when I remembered I left my bag and purse at the office.

"Please wait here while I go in and bring out your money".

I told the tricycle driver. He nodded and I walked in.

Ummah, Sofee and Sadik were all in the sitting room. They all stood up when I walked in.

"Why are you coming in this late? Did something happened to you? Are you okay?".

"Calm down Ummah. Can you pleaze help me with 200 naira? I need to pay the tricycle driver that brought me".

From a side stool, Ummah quickly grabbed her purse and gave me a two hundred naira note.

I quickly went out and paid him, went back in where my family were waiting.

I sat down and told them of the day's events.

"Subhanallah! May Allah grant him a quick recovery".

I said Ameen and went in, took a shower and battled the whole night with tears.

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