MINAL'S POV
My heart suddenly began to beat faster as I approached the living room.
Ya Salam!" I exclaimed as I rested on the wall with my hand on my chest trying to calm my beating heart. I peeped into the living room but everything seemed weird. The silence, the look on everyone's face including Hajiya's.
Calm down Jiddah. Just take a deep breath and walk in.
"Assalamu alaikum " I said entering.
"wa'alaikumus salam" they answered. I was about to sit on the floor when dad spoke. "Come and sit on the couch ". Like seriously?! I've learnt not to argue with dad so I looked around and the only available space for me is beside Abba.
He smiled at me inviting me and I didn't hesitate to sit. My eyes were fixed on the carpet as we all waited in silence.
"Maybe they've found my parents " I thought and a smile slowly appeared on my face. I started daydreaming. What does my mother look like? Is she an Arabian or Indian?. I can be weird at times. Dad cleared his throat bringing me back to the present.
"Jiddah" he called my name. Shikenan! I yelled inside my head making some snoopy dance. I can go back to my family. I was expecting him to break the news but instead, he said something entirely different.
"Where do you sleep? " he asked making me shiver. I looked up at him and read his expression. He was angry. I then looked at Hajiya and she winked at me. What does that mean?
" In the room downstairs" I lied and causing Abba to pinch me. "I'm sure that's only when I'm around. Where do you sleep Jiddah? " he asked raising his voice.I looked at Amma and she was sweating profusely. Same with Salim and Hajiya. Faruk who sat beside Salim was biting his bottom lip and when I looked at Abba, he whispered "Tell him the truth Jidda. ".
"I.. I... Sleep in... In... The.... Ki..kitchen?. " Do I stammer when ever I'm afraid ? Dad fixed his gaze on Hajiya. She sat there uncomfortably.
"Don't you have anything to say?" he asked her calmly."Regarding?" she asked back..
" You know better than I do. Explain why Jiddah has to sleep in the kitchen " he replied harshly. " I trusted you that's why I let Jiddah stay in this house. There are many other places I can take her to where she would be treated like a princess but I trusted you knowing you wouldn't disappoint me. You First turned her into your house maid and then your slave. And you two" he said pointing at Salim and Jiddah " Thanks for playing a really significant part. I'll know how to deal with you. Faruk!"
"na'am daddy." he answered. "I'll send some money into your account now. Go with Jidda and let her get all she needs. And from today onwards, she'll use the visitor's room downstairs."
With that, he stood up and left and I couldn't help but notice the death glares I was receiving. Hajiya hissed and walked away followed by Amma who muttered a "thank you".I really fell guilty although i had no reason to. Is Hajiya going to vhange towards me? Is she going to despise me? I huffed knowing I'll be able to deal with whatever comes my way if Allah wills.
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"Go get ready and meet me in the car" Faruk ordered without even sparing me a glance. I just remembered I have to go with him. Why can't it be someone else. I rushed to my room and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I'll go like this. I was wearing a black straight skirt and blue top inside my blue knee length hijab. I'll have to go peep into my new room.
I slowly opened the door. O my G. I'll have this room all to my self. It's so simple and perfect. It wasn't actually the fantasy room you'll think of a princess. The floor was made of brown shiny tiles, the walls and ceiling was painted white with a touch of pink. The bed, Oh! The king sized bed! Now Am ma can ask me to get out of bed. I rushed to the toilet and peeped inside. This is so Masha Allah. This is way finer than the guest room I keep my stuffs. "Alhamdulillahi "I muttered.
I suddenly remembered Faruk waiting for me in the car. I rushed out muttering silent prayers."Assalamu alaikum" I said getting into the car. " I waited and there was no reply. Just ignore him Jiddah. I told myself.
I wanted to but I couldn't. He was the first and only person who makes me forget all what I've been through. Though Daddy and ABBA are doing their best but Faruk's case is different. Whenever I'm with him, I feel so good. Just a word from him makes my entire day but why the sudden change?.
" Take a picture Jiddah. It would lasts longer " he said breaking the awkward silence. Subhana Allah! Was I staring at him?! I was!. Oh no. What have I gotten my self into? What's wrong with you Jiddah?
"I wasn't staring " I said in defense . "I never said you were. I just said "Take a picture. It lasts longer" I could be talking of something else but it's so obvious you were actually staring since that's the first thing that came into your mind."
Ya rabb! What is he trying to prove now? He's so mean." I was just wondering why you suddenly changed " I asked biting my nails. "Change? I don't get you. " he said.
Does he mean he doesn't know. I didn't know when I started spilling all what's in my mind.
"You were the only person who showed me love and care. You gave me hope but now you seem to always be angry and you don't talk to me any longer. Your always yelling and..... " I paused not knowing what else to say. I really don't want to cry in his presence but it's as if I'm about to.
"You weren't the Umar Faruk I first knew."
I looked at him and he was focused on his driving. I'm not even sure he listened to all what I was saying. I wiped the tears that were starting to fall. Why did he have to come into my life. After giving me false hope and now.... I actually thought he liked me. I thought we that could lead to somewhere . I mean the caring, giving me his duvet, always staring at me , everything....... Ya Allah! What have I gotten myself into?!
A/n..sorry for any typos please.
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