My Hijab,Jake and I.

Chapter Ten/Sugar and Fudge

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Medina

The moment I saw him , those beautiful eyes I felt as if someone had just sucker punched me. I couldn't stop staring at his face. His hair had grown slightly longer, it suited him in fact every look will suit him, he had that kind of face.

I had to leave or I would have just end up staring at him more, So excusing myself I walked inside and quickly made my way to my bedroom to look out the window. God, I hated acting desperate but I wanted to see him properly.

Peering out the window behind the safety of the netted curtains I let my eyes wander. I felt guilty at the same time but I couldn't stop myself. He had tanned a little and it enhanced his beautiful emerald eyes further. That's why I avoided further contact. Those eyes haunts me in my sleep as it is.

He has filled out slightly. The gangly boy that he was a few months back was gone. Now his shoulders were more wider and his forearms were more toned and corded. I turned away hating myself for acting like a peeping tom. A few second later I turned back to see him walking with his parents.

I saw him glance up and I froze. He had a small smirk on his face which was instantly replaced with a scowl soon after. I wonder what was going through his mind just now. It looked as if he had changed his mind about something and I didn't like the look at all.

Chiding myself I went to lie on my bed with my hands shaking slightly , I put them over my stomach that was wild with emotions. The butterflies were waiting to escape in to the air and fly out through my bedroom window. That's how intense my feeling were of seeing him again. I turned around and buried my face into the pillow muffling a silent scream.

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It was a few hours later whilst I had finished praying and reading when I heard the doorbell go and head voices coming up. I recognises that voice instantly and my tummy erupted again.

Fudge, What is he doing here? Why is he making it difficult? Questions that had no real answers.

I decided to hide upstairs when..

''Medina, Loohri. Guess who's come over''. Mamma excitedly calls up. Allah, what is it with this boy and folks fangirling over him, even Mamma was not immune. Sarina the traitor was still next door.

Shi...Sugarrrrrrr. No escaping now. I quickly looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was covered loosely but modestly i just quickly rolled my long hair into a loose bun and covered it with the baby pink hijab. My face looked presentable I suppose. No make up and my lips were slightly dry so I quickly rummaged for some lip gloss.

What the hell? What am I doing? I quickly rubbed it off vigorously which only resulted in making them pinker.

Ahhhhhh. Mamma called me down again. I just took one more look and reluctantly made my way downstairs. My face already heating up. Great!!

I entered the den to find Jake sitting next to Abu with his arm around him. They were talking about his time away on the farm. Abu was loving everything that Jake was describing as it reminded him of live back home in Pakistan.