Our Unspoken words✔️

Chapter 2

I look away from her and see the ice cream booth. I smile seeing my youngest brother Adil coming out of the crowd.
"Adil" I call and he looks up and comes close to me.
I take his ice cream and give it to the girl. Sarah, yeah that her name.
Both Sarah and Adil look at eachother and then at me.
"Here is your ice cream. Enjoy" I say to Sarah.
"No. My ice cream. I had to stand in line for 10 minutes for that" says Adil.
"Why? You could have gone behind the stall. We are not guests. We are hosts" I say.
Adil bangs his head with his palm and says "I am so used to being the guest that I forgot that it's our own brother's wedding"
"Dumbo," says Sarah and laughs.
"What did you call me?" Asks Adil.
"Did you hear what I called you?" Asks Sarah eating her now ice cream.
"Yes," says Adil and I smile. He fell for her trick.
"So you can hear," says Sarah mixing the ice cream and making it liquid.
"Do we know her bhai? Do I have to be nice to her?" Asks Adil.
"Yes, you have to be nice to everyone. Even if they are liquidating the ice cream" I say.
I mean, what's the point of ice cream when you have to drink it.

Sarah looks at me and says "that's how I eat ice cream"
"Your choice," I say and continue "so, am I forgiven?"
Sarah looks at me and I for some reason don't want her to look away.
"No. This is just the principal. I want interest too" she says.
"Interest is haram(forbidden) in Islam," I say.
"It's okay on ice cream. Check with anyone. So, give me my interest" says the stubborn girl.
"What do you want?" I ask.
She looks at Adil and smirks and says "one more bowl of ice cream"
I look at Adil and he comes close to me and whispers "Bhai, remembers a few days back I told you about the new breed of girls who we should avoid?"
I nod and he points at Sarah who was drinking her ice cream now.

She looks so cute.
I look at Adil and say "just get her one more will you and get me one too"
"For you, anything," he says and looks at Sarah.
"Good boy. Now shoo" she says and Adil with full anger looks at me.
I smile and nod at him to go.
He looks back at Sarah and narrows his eyes at her and walks away.
I look at Sarah and as usual, don't say anything.
She raises her eyebrows and says "say something"
"What?" I ask.
"Anything," she says and I say "anything"
She starts laughing and I can only smile looking at her laugh.
Girls have the best laugh.

"What's your name?" She asks.
"Omar," I say.
"Nice to meet you ice cream thief," she says.
"Firstly, I didn't know it was someones. I thought it was there to take." I say.
"Nah. It's okay. It was an honest mistake. I was just pulling your leg. So, whose side are you from?" She asks.
"Groom. You?" I ask.
"Bride. Don't ask the relation. It's too far away. I can't explain. Well, even if I tried. I don't think I can explain that well." She says.
"It's okay," I say
"Boy, you don't talk much do you?" She asks. She knows me already?
"No," I say.
"We are perfect then," she says.
"How so?" I ask.
She comes close to me. Really close to me. I can almost smell her perfume. Which smells like Jasmine.
My favourite flowers.
"Cause I can't shut up" she whispers in my ear which gives me goosebumps.
She busts out laughing and I gulp down.
No girl has ever come this close to me before.

She looks away from me and smiles.
I look away and hold the table behind me.
"There you go," says Adil and hands her the ice cream.
"Thank you," she says and I look at her smiling face.
"There you go Bhai," says Adil.
"You eat it," I say and look at Sarah one last time and see her eating her ice cream.
I curse myself to notice her lip which has a little drop of ice cream.
"Enjoy your ice cream. Bye," I say and rush away from them.

I get into the bathroom and rush into a booth.
I stand inside the bathroom panting.
I close my eyes and see the drop of ice cream on her lip.
I unintentionally hold my dick and God it's hard.
I open my eyes and move my hand away from my dick.
No, this is sin. I am not this kind of a guy. I don't watch porn. I don't meet girls. I have never been with a girl. I never had a girlfriend.
It's wrong to think of a girl like that.
I come out of the boot and remove my blazer and hang it nearby.
I fold my shirt sleeves to my elbows and remove my shoes and socks.
I do wuzoo' meaning ablution. The act of performing ablution is washing ones face, hands, arms and feet with the intent of cleansing oneself for performing prayers. Muslims typically perform wuzoo before each prayer/ salah.
I was not going to perform prayer but cleansing my body may clean my thoughts too.

I wear my blazer back and socks and shoes. I come out of the bathroom and I feel better now.
"Omar" calls the bride's father.
I look at him and he is standing with my dad, one of dad's brothers and I think Mustafa Syed.
Mustafa Syed is one of the well-respected people in the business world. He is not only a well know Muslim but a well-known human. He has not only helped renovate mosques but also temples.
Yes, renovate. He believes that you can worship any God from anywhere so, prefers building houses for the homeless instead of new mosques or temples. I have seen him many times but never actually talked to him. I mean, I am basically a nobody in front of him.

I approach them and greet everyone and shake hands.
"I am honoured to meet you, young man," says Mustafa Syed.
Everyone is shocked at what he said. Even the people around us who were very discretely listening to what we were talking about.
"Me?" I ask.
"Yes, you," he says and laughs and continues "I have seen you many times and wanted to approach you to talk to you. But you disappear from the place in seconds. I saw you in the mosque the other day and before I could meet you, you left."
"You could have called him to meet him. No one can say no to you" says a guy behind Mustafa Syed trying to be part of our conversation.
Mustafa Syed's face changes to a serious look and says "now why would I disrespect him like that?" And the man nods and looks down.
He looks back at me and says "I don't really follow so-called movie stars or cricketers or anyone. I like real-life heroes. Like you. For me, hard-working people who not only are self-made but also well respected are the real heroes. Who value family and are humble."
I smile and look at my dad who has the widest smile on his face.
"I am what I am because of Allah and then my parents," I say.
"See, humble." Says Mustafa Syed.
We talk more about business and other things. He asks my views on many things and I feel like I was in an interview for a job.

"Abbu" calls someone from behind me and I see Sarah smiling at us.
Sarah Syed, is she, Mustafa Syed's daughter?
"Sarah" calls Mustafa Syed and she approaches him.
He wraps his hand around her shoulder and holds her close.
I didn't see it before but now see it. Both of them have the same eyes.
Beautiful grey.

Sarah greets everyone and looks at me with a smile.
"Are you not going to greet him?" Asks Mustafa Syed.
"We already met. He stole my ice cream" she says.
"Which you took it back with interest," I say. She is calling me a thief.
"Dude," says Sarah with wide eyes.
"Sarah, it's wrong to take interest." Says Mustafa Syed.
"It's okay on ice cream. Ask anyone" defends Sarah.
"No, it's not and I asked Mawlavi Saab(an Islamic scholar)" said Mustafa Syed.
"You are not supposed to go and ask someone for real," says Sarah and everyone bust out laughing and I can't stop smiling either. And I could not look away.

I stopped watching her when Mustafa Syed looked at me watching Sarah.
I looked away embarrassed.
We say our goodbyes and shake hands.
"Take care ice cream thief," says Sarah.
"You too ice cream drinker," I say and she laughs out loud and waves at me and walks away with her father.
I watch her till she leaves the venue and is out of my sight.
I was about to look away but then I see her come back and wave at me.
I smile wider and wave back.
She runs away and I laugh at her childish tactics.
Child. Yes, she is very young.
No, it's wrong of me to like her in any way.
I stop smiling and gulp down my disappointment. There is no way we can have anything. I am very old for her.
I laugh at myself. With Husna, I was very young to speak out.
Now, I am too old to like Sarah.
Life is becoming a joke every day.
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