A wrong decision (2014)

After Discussion

Next day i came back home and still thinking about what had happened, partly it was not my fault that i had already decided. While i was thinking , my phone rang, it was my graduation date (Ahmed). I picked up the call...
"Asalamualaikum, Faiza."
"Wa alaikum as salam, Ahmed."
"How are you? No call,message,nothing"
"Alhamdullilah, I was in Dubai, family friend's house. You tell?"
"Alhamdullilah, oh ok sorry I didn't know, Are you free today evening?"
"It's ok, Yes i m free why?"
"Ah, i was just thinking to go with you to a mall for shopping for graduation suit."
"Same here i have to go and get my dress from the tailor."
"Sooo are we going today?"
"Ya sure lets go, at 7pm will be fine right? After Maghrib prayer."
"Ya that would be the best. Ok will see in the evening. I will come to pick you up."
"Ok i will be ready just give me a miss call" (Ahmed, my class mate more like he was a science student and myself arts, we studied French together till grade9 then got separated. He was just 11 days younger than me and one of my crushes☺️✌️before i got married. Very nice guy,understanding and friendly but later i just called him a friend) in the evening before leaving i sent a message to Imran saying that i would be late today soo we cannt talk on phone, i have to go for shopping. Imran just replied ok have a great time. Later Ahmed came and i went downstairs to his car, his dad was sitting too, i said my salam and we just talked. In the mall Ahmed started trying suits after suits and kept asking me which one looked nice. After the long process i just told that just take a selfie in all suits and see which one you like the best.( that what he usually did when he tried new clothes) While he was taking selfies i just stood at the back making funny faces. He uploaded one of the photos on Instagram and people started liking it and commenting "ooooo bro shopping with a hijabi..... Shit Dudde that's Faiza..how did you get her to shop with you??!!!😱😲" Those were the comments he got we both just sat in the food court laughing at the comments. After that hilarious moment we left the mall, in a taxi, to the tailors shop to get my dress. When i got the dress the tailor told me to try it on and i was like it will be fine then Ahmed said that come on Faiza just try it on. I went and tried it on Ahmed yelled from out the changing room "i wanna see too " i came out and Ahmed just stared and said to the tailor i think you made the dress too nice i cnnt take eyes off of the dress. After i changed back to my original clothes we left the shop. I chased Ahmed for saying that the dress looked better than me. We just laughed and then while we were walking Ahmed's phone rang ,he talked on it and said Faiza my mom is inviting you to my house. I said i cnnt dude i will come some other day In sha Allah. He just dragged me to a taxi and said it is my mom's order and you cnnt reject it. We reached his house, before he could ring the bell i stopped him, he stared at me and asked what's wrong? Do i look fine? Meaning like Do i look not-desi? He just smiled and said you are noo less than a desi aunty.... I was about to hit him but he rang the bell and the door opened. His mom was soooo pretty Mashallah, we went and aunty was just stuck to me. After 20 minutes of sitting and conversing, i told aunty it was time for me to go, it was getting late. Ahmed came to drop me to the taxi stand "It was nice having you at my house please come again and again soo that I don't feel bad about no aunty attending my house" I just laughed and said My cute child aunty will come every day to baby sit you" After the laughing session i left for my house, told my mom about my journey and showed her my dress. Everyone liked it and complimented me when i tried it in front of them. I sent Imran a photo and he just said it's nice. No other word thats it..... After the days just flew but Imran called just to ask about my health and nothing else, this was enough for me that he at least asked how i was. On the weekend i went to Dubai with his favorite chocolate pastries with I AM SORRY written on them... When i reached his room i just went in said Asalamualaikum and left the pastries open on the table while he was in the bathroom and I quickly went to the kitchen. He came out saw the pastries brought them to the kitchen and hugged me then put some icing on my face. I ran after him and he just held me soo close that our eyes stared at each other but his phone rang and that destroyed the scene. He picked it up and apologized about the call. We just sat and talked about how his university was going, he told me about his friends and everyone in his class. Later that evening on Skype his family called and was shocked to see me there with him. We just chatted and then Imran's dad said he wanted an outing soo he was coming to Dubai the next evening (Saturday evening) i was happy to hear that while Imran was just fine with it. I asked Imran, why he was not happy about his dad coming? He just looked at me and said my dad will hate this house he will come and buy me another room. I didn't believe him until the next day when his dad arrived to Dubai. His dad came and saw the house then looked at Imran and said this is where you are living!?!? No my son i will buy you a better place. As soon as possible he ordered his guards to buy a house on Jumeirah.( a place in Dubai where there are villas near the sea, very expensive to get that easily, usually bought by stars or very high class people. Shahrukh Khan has an apartment there, one of Bollywood's well known celebrity and many other celebrities.) ( I know readers you must be thinking how can a middle class guy get an apartment in Jumeirah, well the thing is that Imran was actually the son of India's well known business man. Imran's dad was mostly recognized for his charity works and for his business) After seeing all of this happen i was even taken to his apartment and was told to live there or visit Imran there. Next day i went to the kitchen to make breakfast, Imran's dad saw me he called me and asked where i was going. I told him that i was planning to make breakfast, he just smiled and said you are like my daughter in our house none of the women cook because we have maids to do that. I insisted on making the breakfast because I preferred to eat food made by myself. He just smiled and Imran came and told him that no matter how much he stops me I won't listen. In the end i won and made the breakfast for all, after finishing the breakfast Imran's dad got up and came up to me in the kitchen, he placed his hand on my head and gave me money and said May Allah bless you. After that i came out of the kitchen and saw him with his head in his hands and tears dropping down. Imran came behind me and said "Do you know one thing Faiza.... When i was not born my aunts tell me i had a sister she was sooo pretty and cute, she was the only child that my parents had....my mom was told by the doctors that she couldn't have more babies....due to this fact my dad loved my sister the most they gave her all the love.....but later when she was 18 she got diagnosed to brain cancer and she lived only for 2 years and then died. While that same time 2 years before my sister was told that she had cancer my mom was pregnant again with me. When i was about to turn 2 years old i lost my sister. Since then my dad has started charity organizations on her name Sara's Happy World. When i heard that i was in tears then Imran told me one more fact that his name was given by his sister but in a written form because she couldn't speak. I went up to his dad lifted his head and kissed his forehead then i hugged him. He just smiled and called me Sara at times which I didn't mind. I left Imran's house because i had to go back to my house to prepare for my graduation.... Ahmed had already gotten his suit.....the next day after arriving to my home sweet home i got ready and called Ahmed to tell him that i was going to the tailors shop to pick up my second dress for the prom. Ahmed replied very quickly saying that " No, wait i will come to get you" with that i just waited for him. Downstairs a taxi with Ahmed in it was waiting for me.... Like seriously is this dude that willing to be with me.... We reached the tailors shop, after that i took Ahmed to the nearest mall just to have a cup of coffee together. It was a very different feeling when he was around i felt more relaxed than ever. Later he dropped me home and he left for his house.