The 3G Life

July 20 Friday 2018

Today is weekend and class is off. I am relieved but also feeling a bit restless. I never miss my school classes on weekends but somehow I am missing 3G a lot. Is it because of the place itself, the people in it, or for someone particular is yet unknown to me. Maybe it is the last option.

Aadil and I have started to understand each other. We have arguments but we always respect each other no matter how much the debate heats up. But I can feel a spark whenever I am around him and I assume he feels the same way too. No matter how much we try to overcome it by our laughter.

I have grown quite fond of Hadi too. The boy is really sweet but is a bit alone. I wish I had a younger brother like him. He adores me and always smiles at me whenever we greet. His smile is full of adoration and gratitude unlike Aadil who is always smirking at me in mockery.

I have my breakfast and when my mother brings my morning coffee, it reminds me of Aadil. He always brings coffee for me nearly every single day. And to be honest, I like this gesture of his but I am very confused in how to reciprocate this showing that I am grateful.

Things happened last day. A new girl named Rifah had arrived who was a year senior than us. Just like every other typical 3G girls she was quite modern. She wore skin tight jeans and tops. Her hair was a mixture of black and red which flowed down her chest.

I noticed Aadil was looking at her and suddenly struck up a conversation with her. She was all flirty and blushing and I felt like tearing her hairs. I know it sounds savage but one thing I cannot stand is fake people trying to show off their flairs and all.

And I was even more irritated by Aadil. Why was he talking to her as if she was a celebrity or something?

"Your hair is the finest I saw," said Aadil.

Aadil. You did not even see my hair. Her hair is no match to mine. My hair is like Rapunzel's.

But of course he will never know it. Because I can never show him my hair because I am quite strict about my hijab. And he is definitely never going to marry me. OR WILL HE? Okay, maybe my wild fantasies are getting a bit too wild. We do not even call each other friends.

I am listening to a music that Aadil suggested. I think this is the only common ground between us. We both just love music and we both play guitar. And fortunately his choice is up to my taste. The name of the song is "Capital Letters" by Hailee Seinfeld. And it just suits my voice.

The lyrics suddenly becomes a bit too meaningful for me. I mean, suddenly Aadil has come into my life. I never knew that such a guy existed who never judge me by my appearance. Guys do not even take notice of me because I look like the "aunty" type. Or maybe they think I am older than them.

But one thing I promised myself when I joined 3G was that I am never going to change myself. I am never going to wear tight jeans or put my hair up in a high bun, etc. I am going to be myself and perhaps make a few friends but most importantly improve my Mathematics.

Aadil is also a bit like me. He always wears his army pants no matter how much we joke about it. I mean occasionally he can change into trousers or pants, right? But I never once saw him wearing anything other than his army pants. And maybe, I do not even want to see him in anything else.

I take a long warm shower and shampoo my very long hair. I look myself in the mirror and think again about how Aadil was complimenting that fake girl. If he had seen me now in this condition, I do not think he could have resisted himself. He would have jumped on me.

WHAT AM I THINKING? Why am I fantasizing about Aadil so much? Moreover why am I thinking about him all the time? It is just not fair. Is he also thinking about me? Sometimes I ask God why he gave us technology instead of telepathy. The later would have worked better.

I am drying my hair when I look myself in the mirror again. I imagine him looking at me from behind. I just do all the style I can think of in order to impress him but I know I could have never done these in real life. I can never display my beauty in front of anyone.

I look directly into my eyes at the mirror. I have got plenty of compliments on my eyes. Yes, I have long eyelashes and two pairs of thick eyebrows that are joint in the middle. Does Aadil find it beautiful? He never compliments me on any of my physical features.

I have my lunch with my family. My mother asks me a couple of times why am I so absent-minded. I reply that I am thinking about my o levels. It is a white lie and does not harm anyone. My mother will have had a stroke if she hears that I am thinking about Aadil all the time.

Class is on Sunday. I have to wait another wholeday before I can see Aadil again. Am I being too desperate? Is he alsosimilarly desperate too? Why does he never take off his cap? When I meet him onSunday, I think I am going to ask him why.