RUN

chapter twenty

The light coming in from the window blinds my eye sight for some seconds. I guess i must have forgotten to pull the blinds the night before.

Getting up,i can't help but crave the bitter taste of coffee. I drag myself to the kitchen to make some. The shrill sound of my phone startles me as i pour the coffee into a mug almost spilling it.
The name flashing across the screen isn't one i want to see but i can't decline.

"salam dad "

"salam irfan, are you prepared? "

"yes dad ill be coming back on Wednesday "

"ok ok. your mother is very excited, we'll be expecting you. safe trip"

"thanks. bye"

I end the call,going over to sit on the couch. I'm going to miss this apartment thou. It was my safe haven throughout my whole college experience and my masters. I never really had girls over except beth and we only watched movies and talked.

The urge to have any of the girls that flung themselves at me was present but i resisted not because i wasn't attracted to them but because my faith did not condone such, and that's why I've been considering marriage a lot these past few weeks. The desire of the flesh can be overwhelming especially when you're a young bachelor.

As i stare ahead at the blank screen of the TV, thoughts of the girl i had had a crazy adventure with two weeks ago comes rushing back into my mind as it always does and with full force i might add.
I wonder where they took her to. I really wanted her to live the life she had told me she wanted . It still hurts when i think about how i didn't get a lot of information from her when i could.

No numbers were exchanged, that wasn't even possible seeing we were both agitated and all. I didn't even get to know her last name, her home, anything that could actually lead me to her. I just hope she's ok since that's all that matters now.

She was a very beautiful woman. One i would have chased if i had met her on normal circumstances. The little time i spent with her were quite memorable except for that last night ofcause. I'm not in love with her or anything, that's just too cliché. Love doesn't just happen like that, but she was someone i wouldn't mind getting to know.

Life goes on. I get up dropping the mug with little coffee left in it on the saucer on the table and leave for my room. I have a lot of packing up to do.

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Dropping my sweaty self on the bed, i exhale loudly. That was more stressful than i thought it would be. I didn't even know i had so much stuff to take back home. After folding most of my clothes, i realized if i should go on, I'd collapse. I'm very fit and all but these days I've been slacking a bit. It must be the thought of going back home. I wonder what has changed.

Have they repainted the house again?. My mum has always loved changing the interior and exterior of the house.It was her personal hubby. I doubt she would have the strength to do any of that since she fell sick, but dad had told me she's better now. 

I check the time and it's a little past one so i get up to perform wudu(ablution) to offer zuhr(mid day prayer).

When I'm done, i decide to call beth to come help me out. we've been a little distant but these past few days that i have left in Gainesville, I'm planning on spending enough time with her..

I pick up my phone to call her, she picks on the second ring.

"sorry moody, i was in the shower " her soft voice says

"no biggie, are you busy? can you come over? "

"ummmm" she hums like she's considering it

"cmon B. I'm leaving on Wednesday "