Furore

05| Family Time.

05| Family Time.

"Gone." I huffed, literally angry. "I do not know what's his problem. I can not think of a time Kohli played when we really needed him." I morbidly cursed him.

Daniya giggled in her own happy mood as we were sat on the dining table along with our families.

It was last Sunday of the month and our parents had decided to enjoy it to the full before our families got occupied in the tiring elections.

"The mere thought of posting Afridi's century story thrills me." She told me and I scrunched my nose.

"All of them would forget about the match and give my stupid story all the attention." She laughed, relishing it.

"I don't understand you." I shook my head, eating my noodles. The match was on the tv and the table was divided into groups. Our fathers were talking on one side and our mothers on the other.

"It's not about me. It's about why I can not like Afridi." She revolted. She had a habit to talk nonsense and over time I had become resistant to it.

"It's not about liking Afridi, it's about the caption you'd add. Go Pakistan." She laughed noisily as I told her how aware I was of her plan.

"Aww, look at your face, Indian." She pulled my cheek and I jerked her off. I was a hardcore patriot and I had no idea how come she was my best friend.

"That's only targeting my religion." She deliberately poked, knowing it would annoy me. I did not let go easy if it was politics. I preferred answering.

"It's not." I shot back. "It's about the caption. It would backfire." I did not use any sweet voice.

"Yes, but it won't cause havoc if you put that in your story." She looked at me, her eyes pleased at the sight of my annoyed face.

"Daniya," I asked her to shut up. "Do whatever you want. I really don't care. You can go die." I knew she was doing that to only exasperate me. "The match is already sucking my blood."

"And yes, remember Zia? She said she wanted Pakistan to win. She was not even joking about it unlike you. The people do it." I reminded her of the story.

Daniya herself couldn't believe Zia when she said that. I mean you support your country right? I remembered how amuck Daniya had gone about it. I felt shocked too.

"Yes, but things changed." She sighed aloud. "I was madder when Aman told me that I must be supporting Pakistan because I'm Muslim." I could see she was still much disappointed about that.

"He is hopeless," I commented. It was on both side of the communities; you could not expect all to be rational and reasonable.

The people in the country loved living in harmony, they had embraced each other in their lives, they lived like they were one but there were a few people who only satisfied themselves through hatred and anti-secular feelings.

"I might not be as patriotic as you or Arsalan Bhai but I am not that passive. Tell that to your Kabir." I laughed at that. The last time she had teased the public on her Instagram she had got a harsh backlash from Kabir.