The 'Yellow' Girl

Not You again!!

After closing up the shop for the day, Lisa helped me up to walk to Musa's car as he was coming home with me. Mom had arranged dinner for her best friend and family, wondering why Musa is coming? It's because Musa'a mom is the best friend my mom was inviting. Hence through them mine and his friendship bloomed. I still remember how we met, he was looking at some of my toys obviously trying to take them and play with them but his mum had strictly told him no messing with things that weren't his. Me being the elder one was told to share, so that's what my young self did and we instantly became inseparable best friends.
Anyways back to the present, soon after Lisa helped me get in the car, she bid her goodbyes and went on her way home. The drive was short to my place. It was of about fifteen to twenty minutes. As we reached, Musa asked me what I was going to say to my parents regarding my injured leg. I simply replied, "The truth." And with Musa's help we walked inside, okay, I more like limped.
Being the typical desi parents my family's first words were,
"Why are you limping?" Or "what happened to you?"
"Assalamu alaikum to you too guys" I said sarcastically and sat down on the couch.
"Walaikum salam princess. What happened to your leg?" Asked Dada. "Sprained or fractured? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
"No Dada nothing serious. Just some hotwater pads and mum's oil will do the trick in a day or twos time. I'm just too tired to even go have a wash."

"Hey sweety, how was your driving test? Did you pass it?" This time it was Ashra aunty asked it.
"Mum she finally can have her own car now. Alhamdulillah" Musa replied to his mom.
"Yo ! I was supposed to break in the good news!" I complained.
"Nah I was to do it anyways! Coz I'm the best friend here." He said like it's the most obvious thing to do.
"Only you MuMu. Only you." I said shaking my head giving up any upcoming argument with the bestie, he always makes me accept he's right in our silly fights that's what makes us unique. We argue and end up he's right then later on he admits I was right at times when I give him a cold shoulder and plus who doesn't want an apology kitkat bar? Naaa not me.
After our bickering our parents congratulated me on my driving test and ushered us to have dinner as the dinner was getting cold.
Me as usual was trying to push away beans and cabbage on my plate, wasn't being discreet about it and earned a good scolding from Mum,"Mahra stop picking on food and eat them all. You aren't a baby anymore so be respectful towards food." Said Mumma strictly. While Dada being my hero said," Oh come on darling! let the girl be. Cut her some slack. She's injured."
"Injured or not she has to learn what's right and wrong. And don't you dare defend her when she has wronged. You are the one who's going to regret pampering her so much." Mum says while trying to not look Dada in the eye.
"Why don't you look at me in the eye and talk about the pampering sweetheart?" Dada shoots back.
My Mum being blamed on that just shrugged it off and returned to her chat with her best friend.
Dinner continued with Dada talking about work related boring stuff with Musa, while the both older ladies gossiped about God knows what and Zakariya and me just fighting over the last cup of pudding, so basically the rest of the dinner was quiet uneventful.
Later that night Musa's step-dad came to pick them up and, literally dragged Aunt Ashra and Musa with him because he has had lost his patience waiting for his wife and son to finish their endless chitchats and go back home. So I was practically forced to go to bed by my parents as they said 'you need the best sleep and rest possible' soon after the visitors left.
I was ready to go to bed when I heard a knock at my door, and my mum peeped in to see if I'm awake. Once she saw me awake she let herself in and told me to show her my leg. I didn't notice the hot pads until she started to carefully pat it on my leg while reciting something, most probably a dua for quick recovery. Then one she finished working with the hot pads mummy applied her soothing ointment and then tucked me into bed, placed a loving kiss on my forehead and said her salaams before leaving the room. She pampers me alot more than Dada, I doze off smiling to myself thinking how lucky I'm for getting a family like them.

      ~......~......~.Next day.~......~......~

(Mahra's outfit on the top)

I sat down behind the bead rack to get some beads on the lowest shelf, bending to get them was an impossible thing for me with a bandaged leg. Just then the door bell chimed, a customer had just entered.

"Hello? Anyone in here?" Asked a sexy yet manly voice.
"Yes. Give me few seconds and I'll be right there." I said.
"I'm actually here to give the designs for the thirty keychains order which I placed yesterday."
"Ah the one who wanted to have it by Friday?" I questioned to confirm my doubt.
"Yeah the very same person." He replied with a smile, I could sense it while he spoke, as I stood up from behind the shelf with few jars full of colourful beads in my hand.
Putting the jars down on the work desk. I focused my eyes on the tall figure that stood before me. He was looking through his backpack searching for something, just looking at his body you could say he worked out alot. His biceps looked like delicious kebab through his body fit deep green tee shirt paired with black denim, wanting to touch and run my hands and my, Astagfirullah I said, scolding myself to stop thinking haram stuff.



Once he found what he's been searching for he stretched his hand to give something at the same time looked up. My eyes widened like saucers, and we both pointed at each other and screamed, "You!"
No no no no... this idiot isn't whom I wanted to see forever in my life. Fuming with frustration I said,"Not you again!"
"The ragheaded shortie! I would like to say an irritating tempered silly girl." He said sending me a weary look.
I, on the other hand, was a thread close to losing my cool and snapping at him for being a rude prick to me once again.
"What are you staring at shortie? Get to work I don't have all the time in the world. I bet your boss isn't paying you to day dream." The bad-mouthing chicken continued.
Composing my professional self back again and not trying to strangle the infuriating human standing in front, also plastering the fakery smile possible," Can I see the samples you were talking about?" I inquired.
"They aren't samples dummy, they are the designs." "You are really bad at your work. Call the boss I need to place a complaint about you being useless." The nerve of that brat! But I just keep calm and speak out "they are actually samples of the designs you want us to do. So basically I'm not wrong. And as for the boss she isn't wanting to take your complaint." Putting forward my palm signalling him to give the samples I answered him with my best poker face.
"How do you know she isn't taking my complaint, you didn't even talk to her. Where is the guy whom I spoke to yesterday? He seemed to handle things better than you. He actually went to talk to the boss when I had requested him, unlike you."
" He is on his break along with the other employee. It's only me at this hour so please stop wasting my time and let me do my job in peace. If you don't mind I'm still waiting for the samples. Or would you want your order to be delayed or even worse cancelled? " I wasn't joking about the cancellation. This guy triggered me so much that I had enough and wanted to punch his  pretty face to make it ugly with a big bad bruise.
"What the hell lady! What got your knickers in a twist! Your being rude to a customer. You should be ashamed of yourself. Here is the "samples" and better not delay it. Your boss gave her word and she would be disappointed if you break her words." He literally air quoted the samples while giving me and attitude. I wanted to so badly not cancel his order. And get the hell away from him. But then like he said I never went back on my words, my parents taught me to be better than that.
"Ok you will have it by Friday evening latest. Anything else you will be wanting my assistance in ?" I asked praying he didn't want anything more. Allahu akbar (Allah is great) he didn't want anything else.
"Thankyou for stopping by and have a nice day." I said with a stiff smile, as I turned to get back to my desk.

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