The Doubtful Arewa Guy.

The abrupt quandary.

It is a new month already. Making a total of 3 months since I and muhibbat have been in a relationship.
And the only thing we want by our side is Forever,
So that we won't ever come to an end.

*Days passed by*
it is the weekend already and we had set to meet and go out for a lunch on a Saturday.
Muhibbat and i agreed on going to the restaurant we know in the city, because we love it. and it's quite also.

I am driving and playing a country music for us, because somehow I had taught muhibbat how to love country music especially that of Hunter hayes and Luke Combs.

I've always talked about my fantasy for driving in Jeep together with muhibbat by my side on a long deserted road with rhythmic country music playing loud.

We arrive at the restaurant. I parked aside and I open the door for muhibbat to step out, The restaurant's graffiti and garden aren't new to us so we just glance at the both and walk into the restaurant with our hands held together.

"Let's sit in the booth close to the window", I say as I walk towards it.
so that we can have a view of the outside.
Right before ordering anything. I noticed that muhibbat really seems odd.
What's wrong? I softly ask,
I drop the menu and cram up my fingers into hers.

I ordered us drinks only, so that we could cheer up. Right after taking the drinks I ask muhibbat to tell me what's wrong,
Are u getting married to someone else? I jokingly said,
"nooo", she attacked.
'But I'll be leaving for school this week, by the next weekend I'll be in the UK'  Muhibbat added

I am feeling tense and cold already from what I just heard, like a fever is kicking into my system. I couldn't reply muhibbat and she understands exactly why.

I feel bewildered and angry at the moment, I feel like all we had was just a fairytale which has now come to an end. And I can't do anything about it.

I managed to break the silence by replying her, telling her it's okay.
She's not leaving the world, we will still be in touch even while she's away.

The moment turned dull and I paid for our drinks and we walk out,
on our way back home the music is so low and we are just looking at the road and other people.
"I will miss you when you're gone, and nothing will be the same without you" I say to muhibbat in a low tune.
Because she is already a part of me and it's too obvious I'm obsessed with her as much as she's with me.

We got to muhibbat's home, we stay behind in the car to talk more, even though the conversation is a bit boring but we are still pushing harder because these moments are going to be our last moments together at least for now.

Muhibbat reach to hug me and I hug her too because that's what I need the most right now.
I keep her in my arms while whispering endearments to her which are meant to soothe the both of us.

I watch her walk inside her home,and I feel emotional already from thinking about how much I'll miss seeing her and dropping her off at home.

I got back home and went to my mum's room to break the news for her, and she feels bad for me too telling me she knows how it feels to stop seeing someone u're close to and used to having around. My mum insisted I should go and eat and pray before it gets late.

The night feels awkward and I can't even sleep,
*Tih tih tih* I dial muhibbat number and called her over the phone and we  talk until it is midnight.
"Basheer you shouldn't worry much about me, this is my final year by God's will. Muhibbat consoles me.
It sounds relieving but a year is still a long way to go.

This time around I'm wishing I could freeze time and make it standstill, so that days won't pass by and the day muhibbat was leaving wouldn't even come.
But no, the world doesn't revolves at my fingertips so I can't inhibit or fasten anything.

I set to visit muhibbat to see her again before she leaves the next day,
We are talking and taking selfies on the balcony of her home like it wasn't our last day together until a year to come.

Muhibbat had already told me that her flight will be by noon tomorrow, so I left for a store alone to get her candies and a bouquet of flowers, which I plan to give her at the airport.

"It is Friday already and I had just waken up just 3 hours to muhibbat's departure. I had my shower and breakfast then I set to leave for the airport with my two younger ones.
We got to the airport and walk to the reception,and there is muhibbat and her family members sitting down.

Muhibbat stood up and rush to hug my little sister "ummita",
Shouldn't u be hugging me first? I jokingly pull her legs.
Muhibbat eyes me in a funny way and replied 'noo ummita first'

"Good morning ma'am,good morning sir",I greeted her parents and siblings. Muhibbat and I walk to a different chair besides her family,
"Before I get carried away,I have some gifts for you and I'm not taking a no for an answer", I sternly said to her
"Thank you sweetheart", Muhibbat said while receiving the gifts from me  with her hands held against mine.
We talk for an hour then her flight is set to leave now. Then the emotional farewell begin.

I held her hand and my younger sister's hand on the other side, alongside her family members as we walk towards the airfield.
We saw muhibbat and the other passengers off and my eyes were soaked with tears already but I composed myself to stay calm so I wouldn't feel embarrassed.

Minutes begin to feel like hours,hours  feels like days, days feels like weeks and weeks feels like month due to muhibbat's absence and nothing feels the same.
So I thought I should do something with my life because this isn't the end and I'm not getting any younger.

We are still in contact with muhibbat as much as we have always been even though I give her space to read and work on her project on some days, but we are still in love with one another and the only thing that'd change is the closeness of our bodies but not the proximity of our hearts which were still bonded together.

I propose to my parents that I go to UK for my masters, but my parents didn't support the idea knowing muhibbat is there too and we could be distraction to each other which could be true.

So my father suggest I go to India instead, and I just have to comply because I know how strict he is.

I applied for my masters in a private University in Mumbai and I was lucky there would be an intake of new students in a month time.

My Visa and everything is ready, I am just eagerly waiting for time so that I could book a flight and leave.

It is time for me to go to India for my masters, and my family are happy I am leaving to get my masters at the same time sad because they will miss me and I'll have to stay there through out my masters program.