Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter fourteen

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Clad in my yellow and green cloth sewed into a blouse and skirt. With high heels and a cream colored veil and a purse to compliment my looks. I stood in the middle of the hall in Kamal's parent house as his mum kept on passing rude comments to me.

I was devastated and didn't expect this kind of welcome. His dad just looked at me from head to toe before walking out of the room muttering profanities.

I wondered what I did wrong. I was passed this and although my eye felt glassy I was a woman of class and integrity and never was I going to allow myself to be trecked upon.

I walked out of the room banging the door loud enough to show my anger. I was burning with anger and I kept on muttering daus under my breathe to keep myself from exploding.

It all started when Kamal invited me over at his parents house for dinner. And as usual I rejected his offer. I didn't want to rush anything. But for weeks he persisted until the girls came to know about it leaving me with no choice but to accept.

Apparently, he thought I was sceptical about his parents reactions or scared and kept on telling me about how sweet they were and how the were eager to meet me since he had already told them a lot about me.

And although my reason was otherwise, I kept on listening to him about his so called God fearing and good parent.

I wrapped my arms around my body and stood by a car wondering what to do. I stood for some minutes thinking.

Our hostel was a few streets away from his house or that is what I thought and I didn't really know the way around.
I bit into the bottom of my lip as I thought about how I was going to get back.

Standing at the driveway of their neighbors house,i wondered what next to do and no the girls were out of question. I didn't want them to panic. I felt the headlights of a car on me as it made it way to where I stood. I moved back thinking he wanted to park.

But what I saw after the glass was rolled down shocked me to the bone.

Abdul Hakeem Jaara POV

I drove slowly whiles I listened to the radio. I was from my aunts house.

Suddenly I saw someone standing by the driveway alone. What really made me check up on her was the fact that she was in a hijab. But the next thing I saw shocked me to the core. It was Hajara. One of the beneficiaries in our scholarship scheme.

What was she doing here all alone in the dark and far away from her hostel? I asked myself.
I kept on debating with myself as I stared into her eyes.

I was very angry. The fact that she was the best among her mates didn't mean she should go around with friends till late in the night. I now I'm exaggerating it's just seven thirty but still it was very late for a girl to be out alone to me.

"What are you doing here all alone? "

I asked

"Not... hi.. ng" she said
I realised she was freezing. The weather this days was unpredictable.

I put of the engine as I made my way to her. Once in front of her, I took of my jacket and put it around her shoulders before opening the passenger door for her.

I was surprised myself by my attitude but I guess I did what every normal person would have.

I hurried to my side before turning to face her.