It's Not Meant To Be

Chapter 2

"Ah, here she is." Baba told Sadar sir and Kaneez ma'am as I entered their room with a tray of three glasses of juice.

Taking a few steps into the room I stood right next to Baba.

"Assalamualaikum," I spoke.

"Walaikum assalam," I heard Sadar sir and Kaleez ma'am respond in unison.

"Mashallah, mashallah. Look at how big you have gotten." Looking up I saw Kaneez ma'am walking towards me. She tilted my chin gently trying to get a better look at me. "You look so beautiful. You resemble your mom so much."

Baba patted my head as I smiled down from embarrassment. It had been a while since I heard a compliment from someone other than Baba. Baba would always tell me how much I look like my mom especially when I wore a new dress on special occasions. Over time I got used to his compliments but now hearing it from someone else really did feel nice.

Offering one of the glasses of juice to Kaneez ma'am, so took it gently from my hand. Walking slowly to Sadar sir who was sitting on a single seat sofa while smoking on a joint, I bent down and offered him the other glass of juice. Placing the pipe down he took the glass from my hand and patted my head with the other.

"Long live my child."

Smiling I retreated back towards Baba with one glass of juice on the tray.

"Khalis is in his room. Go give him his juice." Baba spoke.

Nodding my head, I looked to Kaneez ma'am and Sadar sir quickly bowing my head a little before leaving the room. Right when I was closing the door I heard Sadar sir say something to Baba but I couldn't quite make out the words.

Khalis' room was at the end of the hallway. As I made my way there, I felt my heart beat faster, and the palms of my hand got sweaty.

What do I say when I get there? Should I ask him how he's been? Or should I just give him the juice and run out?

There's no doubt that he didn't forget me. His smile earlier towards me told me that. But it had been four years since I've seen him...since we've talked. We're things going to be the same as they were before? Or has he changed?

My mind was too distracted by all these questions that I didn't even realize I was standing in front of his door. Without thinking, I quickly knocked on his door three times. I waited a while but he still hadn't opened his door or even told me to come in. Maybe he didn't hear me knock. Knocking on the door, louder this time, I placed my ear against the door to hear any sounds. When I didn't hear anything I took that as a sign that maybe he fell asleep.

Feeling defeated I started to walk away. But I stopped when I decided that I should just leave the juice on his table so he could at least drink it when he wakes up. Turning around again I walked back to his room. But this time instead of knocking, I twisted the doorknob and entered his room.

His luggage was near the foot of his bed, with his blazer and sunglasses laying on his bed. Looking around he was nowhere in sight. Placing the juice on the table next to his bed I realized that I heard the shower was on. Looking at the door of the bathroom, I saw a bit of light being illuminated from the bottom creek of the door.

In the past Khalis never took his clothes with him in the bathroom when he went to take a shower. He preferred to lay out his clothes on the bed and change in his room after taking his shower. Looking at his bed I didn't see any fresh pair of clothes.

I spent all of yesterday morning washing all of Khalis' clothes from his closet. Alot of them were brand new and unworn, but the clothes were in the closet for four years without being touched. So I decided to give them a wash to make them feel clean. Maybe I can place one of his pants and shirts on his bed.

Would that be crossing the line?

Without giving it anymore thought I walked over to his closet and took out a plain black shirt and a pant and placed them carefully on the bed.

Boxers? I thought to myself. No! That would be crossing the line.

Feeling satisfied by my deed I smiled to myself. I no longer heard the sound of the shower, instead I heard the sound of the shower gate being opened.

Crap, his shower was done.

Grabbing the tray I ran out the room giving it a last glance before closing the door quietly. Smiling, I made my way back to the kitchen wondering if Khalis would wear the clothes I put out for him.

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