Wanting Her(#1)

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"Hello Yasin " he said through the speakers of his
latest matte black smart phone.

Before he could add another word,the call got disconnected. His intestines twisted into knots, making a growling noise in the process . He could feel his heart dropping into the pit of his belly and he could tell by the signs what it was. Disappointment. Its a feeling he was too familiar with, a feeling he wore as a coat throughout his life.

But then his brain tingled like a hand that's been sat on for too long. A smirk was playing at the corner of his lips as he sat staring at his cell phone in his left hand. Any minute now it would spring back to life, vibrating it's way across the thick skin layer of his palm.

He had his hopes up very high,again,he could not call back,he vowed never to but he cannot deny that the fact that he is in need of the man that called, so badly. He was that desperate and with the matter at hand, he could very much use this guys' help.

Alhaji's eyes fixed themselves on the young man's face 'something flashed beneath the surface of his hardened expression and he hurried to investigate the sudden shift.

It was too late, the emotion disappeared before he could identify it, like reaching desperately for an escaped balloon; the string dangling so tantalizingly close but the wind pushed it away and it's lost forever' he thought to himself.

He knew the young man years ago while he was working with his father,how he so badly want to witness him express different emotions more,other than anger.

The ride back reeks of nothing but awkwardness and uncomfortable silence. Fateh was fidgety and of course angry,as always,he reaches out for his phone every second that has gone by and that was something out of the ordinary. If the desperation was high why wont he just call back?

Alhaji sighed as he thoughts divert to his family,he felt a pang of pain in his chest as he thought of his comatose wife,he is ashamed of himself for not going in to see her but he knew,for his sanity,he couldn't visit her,not yet.

The horn of the car broke his trance that was when he realized they were back at the Fateh's mansion. He has prepared himself,mentally, for whatever the young man will have for him because the fateh he knows 'never' makes empty threats. His 'deservable retribution',not sure what he meant by that but he is very certain the guy will stick to it.

Fateh got out of the car banging the door in the process and he took it as a sign to get down too,though he was so exhausted and cant have his thinking straight ,there's nothing he wanted more than to get this problem over and done with.

Fateh's bulky men tailed behind,it wasn't like he was going anywhere,the fact that he had little to no strength left in him,he couldn't get far even if he tries getting or running away but he couldn't blame them for that is what they were paid to do.

Once they reached fateh's luxurious sitting room,his eyes fell on the young man who had already taken his usual seat,having his head bowed between his palms,at times,no,so many times he wondered what goes on in that boy's head as he is one of the most unpredictable people he has ever came across,you can never say what their thoughts or actions would be,he could only pray he leaves the domicile with all his limbs and organs intact.

"Are you going to stand there all day?You think i have no important things to do than
to wait for you,huh? His grumpy voice came unnaturally calm.