Hemming the flair of my skirt when Mrs. Hameeda bought a small top, "can you hem the neck of this as well, I have poor eyesight? this is for my grandchild"
"Sure" I smiled.
I sat with the pointed needle passing through the fine cloth. "You are not like your mother," she remarks.
How shall it make a daughter feel greater?
When I had the skirt and top ready and placed it on the table I walked to Mother's room.
Mum was on her sofa and Awan standing before here. My forehead cringed.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
He bows his head and leaves.
"Mother why was he here?" I stress over.
"I called for him. Amusing, isn't he?"
I stormed out of the room. Why does she talk like that? Why is her voice like one of those Jazz girls?
Upset and disturbed, I sat in the garden.
Awan was walking towards me but I was far more in rage "you better go Amuse somebody else, Awan!" I fumed.
He stopped "You look dangerous"
"Leave me alone!"
He sat where he stopped.
The silence made her shelter adding one breath like a twig to nest at a time.
I was still, one leg over the other, hand over chin and unhappy.
Awan sat on the grass a few steps away, crossed legs and head dipped between knees.
Moments went by. He crawled towards me "Miss you would make a wonderful painting"
I rolled my eyes, he smiled.
"I thought I would show something surely interesting" he teased.
"Awan.." I did not know why I was angry. I took the breath back into me and stared the night.
"Miss?"
"Nothing, what were you saying?"
I asked, now his smile lays wider and stretches to his ears. It is almost contagious at times, he rubs his arms and looks around " Miss do you want to know every man's secret?"I raised my brows. "Every man's?"
"Everyone, we could go to nearby Mansions a few miles from here and spy on them" he spoke like a child who has discovered a new game.
"what rubbish Awan!" I shuddered my shoulders.
"Oh, it's fun!" He shrank in the offense.
I looked at the dull Mansion before me and then my own poor hands. Never had I experienced anything 'fun'
"Let's go"
We pulled out Awan's beat up car.
"It is the ugliest Car I have ever seen"I stated as I sat inside covering my nose.
" Shut up! It is a Ford Fairlane from 1969's you gotta be kidding me! They had a movie made on it 'The Adventures of Ford Fairlane' in America, it is my Darling!"
"Couldn't stop it from being ugly. I mean it stinks. The model is alright, it's just not ugh...quite maintained" I blinked the water from my eyes that the smell had caused.
I opened the windows.
He scrunched his nose in embarrassment. I relaxed on the uncomfortable seat.
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A Romantic Vision
SpiritualUnlearn the rules of Love. From the writer of The Elahim Brothers, another story with the love of Classic. A new elegant piece illustrated with the heartwrenching quotes from the sorrowful Laraib who lands into an isolated Mansion Sidra-tul-Muhtaha...