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Salt packets and moody weather

I'm the worst at naming chapter somebody just kick me

Now onto thee chapter!!! *rides on an ant, but weirdly the ant is dead*

"Is this the right place?" Shiza asks as we enter the cafe Abbas told us to come to. I nod opening the door for her, "yeah, I even see him over there in the corner."

She looks towards where I'm looking, Abbas sits there trying to make a tower out of the salt packets. "Ew, why is he so wrinkly?" Shiza says as we head in.

I roll my eyes chuckling, "no idiot, not that old man. The dude that's playing with the salt packets."

She looks at him and it seems like her cheeks turned warm, but knowing Shiza, I'm probably just seeing things. "Oh uh okay. Yeah uh that makes sense."

"Asalam alaikum Romaisa and friend!" Abbas says
motioning for us to sit down. "Walaikum asalam." We both reply as we sit opposite of him.

"You should've used the ketchup packets, they're more stable." Shiza says nodding towards the fallen salt packet tower. Abbas looks towards her and grins, "you're right, but they didn't have any left. I'm Abbas by the way."

"Shiza." He nods and turns his gaze away as Shiza does the same.

"So I'm guessing you told Shiza over here about uh what happened?" Abbas says, directing his question to me.

"Yeah."

He nods again and plays with his fingers. We sit in an awkward silence for a while until Shiza says, "would you mind just spitting it out, we have a wedding to plan."

Abbas's eyes widen at the Shizas bluntness and he voices his thoughts as he says, "well damn, you're very straight forward aren't ya? And who's wedding if you don't mind me asking."

"Freedom of speech dude, freedom of speech. And Romaisa's that is."

"Really? Oh wow, congratulations!" He says as he pushes two salt packets towards me, "here's a gift."

I roll my eyes and smile, "why thank you. And it's not the wedding yet, it's the engagement. To her cousin....just saying."

"Well I'm happy for you, inshallah everything goes uh well for you," Abbas says as he plays with his collar and looks out the window.

"Osama's not doing good." He suddenly says, all hints of amusement gone, "he keeps taking a lot of tablets like Tylenol and Advil." He continues still looking out the window, Abbas is a year younger then me, Shizas age, but right now with his forehead creased with lines he seems way older. This thing with his brother must affect him really hard.

"That's not good." I say gently as Shiza plays with a tissue, Abbas looks over and nods, "yeah I guess."

"Who do I remind him off?" I say gently wanting to get to the point quickly, he sighs heavily and rubs his eyes. At this point I realize something. People can be smiling and laughing on the outside but deep down their world is a thunderstorm. Dark, cloudy, and harsh.

"Our mother." He states looking down at the table. I resist the urge to gasp, Shiza tenses beside me and looks at my face for a reaction.

I remind him of his mother? Not like a past sibling, or wife or even girlfriend? This doesn't make sense at all, what does his mother have to do with me.

Abbas sighs again noticing my lack of words, "your eyes Romaisa. Our mother had the exact same coloured ones. Green and blue and golden."

I blink a few times, "had? What happened to her?"