The Price Of Revenge

Twenty-Six

He sat in his bedroom, going through his call logs when his phone rang.

"Hamida. How did you know I was about to call?" he asked, smiling.

"I had a feeling, so I called first," she said with a giggle.

"Okay, okay. Tell me, why did you call?"

"Surprisingly, Rumaisa called me and told me that you haven't been talking to her since something happened between you two. She said she apologized, but you're still being distant toward her."

"Don't mind her. Everything is fine between us. She's just exaggerating."

"Okay, then."

"But can you please help me talk to Sarah about something?"

"You're closer to her, remember? Your aunt?"

"Yeah, but I want you to talk to her this time."

"Okay, then. But tomorrow. I'm busy today."

"Take your time. Thanks."

"Nah, you're welcome, my brother."

"Oh, I'm your brother now?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you later. Gotta go."

She ended the call.

"Rumaisa!" he called immediately, dropping his phone onto the bed.

She came in moments later.

"I heard you call me. Is anything wrong?" she asked, looking puzzled.

He gestured for her to sit beside him.

"What's wrong?"

"So you talked to Hamida?" he asked.

She stayed quiet, her eyes fixed on the floor.

"I'm sorry."

She looked at him in surprise.

"It's just that you piss me off sometimes, but I'm sorry for treating you coldly."

"It's fine. It's all my fault. I shouldn't try to get myself involved in other people's lives. It's wrong."

"That's good. But next time, don't go getting other people involved in our husband-and-wife arguments and fights."

"Okay. I just didn't know what to do."

"Forget it. Come watch with me."

"Let me pour in the rice, and I'll be right back."

He nodded.

"Then hurry up."

She walked into the kitchen and picked up her phone.

She had received a message.

Deeza: So did it work?

You: It did. Thanks.

Deeza: I told you it would. He just prefers you sort things out properly before moving on. I know it's complicated.

You: Definitely. You're forgiven for your past deeds.

Deeza: Rumaisa, stop making me laugh. I didn't do it for you to forgive me. I did it because my best friend was unhappy and I wanted to make him feel better. And next time, I would advise you to try and solve your marital problems yourselves. Don't get others involved.

You: He said the same thing.

Deeza: Then listen to the smart people who warned you.

You: I take my compliments back.