So close yet, so far

Chapter 2

Ihaan Islam

"Rehaan!! can you open the door?" Who could be home this time? Mom just went to see the doctor so it's not her.

" Bro!!! Can't you see I am playing my game? get your lazy ass up and open the door"

That little twerp doesnt know how talk to their older brother. Why does someone have to come at this time!!!! Whenever I try to play my guitar, something or someone always has to ruin it.

I open the door with my annoying face but ........... My expression changed to shock.
Humaira Ahmed is in front of my very two eyes,!!!!! Wearing a black dress and a navy blue scarf. She is amazingly beautiful and stunning...... her eyes, lips, nose and everything else is more than perfect. How can someone be so beautiful? I controlled my self and tried not to be a freak and stare at her.

She cleared her throat, " Hi... Can you call your mom?" She said with her melodic voice.

This was the first time since I moved here that she talked to me willingly. I couldn't believe it. It's like Allah granted my wish.

" Sure,Come inside" I said with my soft voice, but mom is not here if Humaira finds out she will leave....... what should I say? As soon she entered I close the door. She look so nervous, maybe she is shy.

" My mom went to the doctor, she called me few minutes ago and said she will be back soon so you can wait if you want to." I lied, she didn't call.

" I should go! Tell her Humaira said Salam (greeting) bye!" She didn't even look at me while she tried to hurry out. I quickly thought of a way to stop her.

" Hey! Mom will be here in 5 minutes....... just stay girl"

" Don't call me girl! I have a beautiful name" Damn she is so arrogant.

" Yeah yeah I think I remember your ugly name from Facebook, its Humaira Ahmed" I joked.

" Yeah you are too jealous I have a better name than you hahahaha your name is Haan Baan Islam I think" She have a killing smile that could make anyone fall for her. I didn't know what to say or do but stare at her.

" You wish! I know girls are in love with me and my name, so I know who is jealous"

" Hey appi, sorry for leaving you alone" Rodela and Morgan came. " but are you leaving!" Rodela said.

Rodela and her friends are here so she might stay now. I was planning on asking Humaira so many questions and now there is a chance to actually know her.

" Yea I am, aunty is not here. Let's go we will come later." Stupid girl! Why does she need my mom when I am here. I could give her better company then my mom.

" But me and Morgan need help with our math project, so we came to see Rehaan"

Rehaan and they are in the same class, they are kind of good friend with that idiot. I love Rodela, she is adorable and friendly. Whenever she comes my house, she begs me to sing with my guitar and Who can say no to an innocent girl like her.

" No! We are going home now! Dad will be here any time. Text Rehaan and ask whatever you need." Damn she is so bossy. Now I am mad and I feel like to close the door in front of her face.

" But how is he going to explain it to me in the text? I need to see him!" Rodela said.

The idiot just came" Hey!! What's up with all of you guys? Why is everyone standing in front of the door. Don't worry we have enough space for all you fat people" Rehaan always jokes around, especially with Rodela.

" First you should look in in the mirror and then talk! Not everyone is fat like you" Rodela and Morgan started laughing. I have nothing to say I am sitting in the sofa in front of the door and watching them.

" Rehaan? They need help with math project, can you explain it to her by texting, because we need to go" This girl has too much with attitude.

"Sure appi or I will explain it to her tomorrow because it is due after 2 days" Seriously my brother is an idiot! He could say, no it's hard to explain in the text, while she is here I will just explain her quickly. No one can stop Humaira any more. The stupid stubborn girl!!

"Thanks, bye Reehan. let's go girls" She didn't even look at me before leaving. How can someone ignore Ihaan Islam? She has way too much pride.

As soon as my mom arrived, Reehan told her Rodela and her sister came to see her. Then she started talking about them like always that how their mom died and how she felt so bad for them. I do too! I can not imagine living without my mom, but maybe they already accepted it. I still need my mom all the times like a little baby. I don't even drink a glass of water by myself. Sometimes my dad yells at my mom for treating us like a baby. I am lucky that I have everyone and I am thankful to Allah. I just have a little space for a good friend and I think I found that person.