The 3G Life

July 30 Monday 2018

Finally all the guests are gone and peace is looming at home. Gosh, I miss my home in this silent atmosphere. Just not waking up in the morning with beating of my youngest cousin brings endless happiness to my soul. Thank God I do not have to tidy up all three beds. The task is too stressing for my hands.

I get ready today rather smiling to myself. I wear a red and green salwar-kameez and wear my hijab in many layers. I even apply a little face-powder and gloss. My heart is being too light for my chest. I even apply a little of my jasmine-flavored perfume.

When I am entering the building, I see Aadil getting out of his luxurious car. I feel a little lowly but on second thoughts put my head up high and walk in flare through the checking desk. I am rather faster and come to the class first. Aadil just after me.

He is a bit confused at this gesture of mine, but I think he figures out why I do this. Of course I want to be the center of attention and am rather successful in it. He arches one eyebrow and regards me with an expression of being impressed.

"You can put up quite a show Ms. Amber!"

"Glad to impress you Mr. Aadil."

"So, you seem to be rather in a happy mood today."

"Maybe I am. To be happy is just an art."

"Well I did not see you paint that in the last few days."

Wow. Aadil actually takes notice of me. WAIT. Aadil, a real, handsome, tall boy is taking notice of me?? I think I am invisible to boys or rather like a sister to them. But Aadil SEEMS genuinely concerned about me. Moreover he observes me!

I take out my math question paper. I have some homework left from last day. I am optimistic about finishing them before Mohammed sir arrives. I am trying to do the Locus but find out that my hands are not being steady. They are shaking a bit too much.

I drink some water from my flask but cannot seem to steady my hand. Is it out of excitement or attraction of Aadil. Aadil takes down his eyes the moment I look at him. He is looking at me and definitely sees the shaking of my hands. WAIT. How is he interpreting it?

I take a deep breath and calm my nerves. I offer a silent prayer to Allah and my nerves cool down. I complete my Locus without further trouble. I am happy that everything is going so well today. All my past stresses have completely vanished and I feel my old self again.

"Let me guess, your guests have left," asks Aadil.

"Yeah, finally. I forgot my home was my home."

"That is why you are wearing Adam and Chris perfume?"

"How did you know which perfume I am wearing?"

"You can consider me as an expert on this field."

I feel a bang behind my head. Aadil is an expert on women's perfume. Because he comes from a family full of women? Or because he has been with too many women? I do not want to fall for a playboy. I will hate to be a pleasure material. Please tell me HE IS NOT A PLAYBOY.

I am thinking all this and do not realize that I am not moving a bit. I have completely become a statue. I make up my mind that I cannot be affected by him like this. I will rather kill myself than become a pleasure material. I shall not make myself available for this.

Uncle Sahib and Mohammed sir enters together. They both seems tensed about something. Finally Uncle Sahib leaves and Mohammed sir sits down in front of me. He checks all my homework most of which are right. He asks me to re-copy the wrong ones and try to solve them right.

Hadi enters the classroom and again gets scolded because he is so late. But later he is praised because he has even done the most difficult math in the yearly question paper. As a showing of appreciation, Mohammed sir pats his head and Hadi seems quite happy with himself.

"You are improving a lot nowadays," compliments Mohammed sir.

"All credits go to you sir."

"You are also trying a lot."

"I am just trying my best to follow your guide."

"Keep following and I will push you to the top."

I smile at Hadi and show him a thumbs up. His smile gets brighter and he gives me a perfect expression of gratitude. I look forward and a strange thought comes to my mind. Am I encouraging something in Hadi that does not even exist? Gosh! Am I giving him the wrong signal?

Class is over and I come down with the rest of them on the ground floor. My father is supposed to pick me up as he gets the day off. Aadil volunteers to wait because he has a sudden eagerness to meet my father. Is it the first step in becoming something like a friend? My father eventually comes and meets Aadil. They both exchange salaam and shake hands. My father seems to be okay with him but gesture that I shall hold his arm the whole time which I do like a daddy's little girl. Then we leave for home with Aadil following me with his eyes.