The 3G Life

August 10 Friday 2018

Another weekend and my most favorite day of the week. I wake up at 9am having all the sleep I need. When I look myself at the mirror I look like the most beautiful girl in the world. Though all my hairs are messed up and my eyes are still sleepy, I look just well.

"Breakfast is ready. Do I have to invite you now?" comes my mother's voice.

"You don't have to if you feed me with your own hands," I reply.

"I have trillion of work that you wouldn't do."

"You really don't love me nowadays."

"Of course I don't. Because you are the most unworthy child."

But I know she never means it. Whenever I try to help her with anything she just asks me to go away. She does not want me to have one scorch or scratch on my skin and is always making sure that I look beautiful. I do not know how many people has a mother like me.

I am missing 3G building. I will not be able to go there before Sunday. I never know I will miss the place so much. Saeed and I have grown quite an acquaintanceship. Our only goal is to make Zara's life as happy as possible though I doubt Saeed will be long in it.

"You've met Saeed already? Quite fast you are," Zara says over the phone.

"If I am fast, you are the speed of light," I reply.

"That is the reason we are friends right?"

"Yeah. Opposites attract. But Saeed seemed from another dimension."

"Are you telling me he is an alien?"

We both laugh at this. Even if he is not an alien, I doubt Saeed is not fully Bengali either. He has a kind of physical feature that Bengali boys lack a lot. His hair is too thick and his hands are lean but strong. And his face has a Pakistani form to it.

Aadil is not completely okay with us. I think he does not want to me to hang out with any other boys. Or am I misinterpreting his anxiety into something else? Last day I saw him take off his glasses which he rarely did and massaged the between of his eyes.

I thought of asking him what was wrong but he did not seem to be in a good mood. And I did not have the heart to fight with him that day. Too bad we fight almost every moment. But he never disrespects me. I respect this quality in him and hope he remains the same.

Hadi is acting quite suspicious lately. I really need to figure out what is going on. And his birthday was last week and I gifted him a mug which he appreciated a bit too much. He even

Brought two pieces of chocolate cake for me from his birthday the day before.

This gift suddenly brings about a change him that I am not at all ready for. He always thanks me for the little trivial things these few days. He is even smiling at me in a most adorable way that is being too adorable for my nerves and I cannot figure out how to react to it.

"You have a very good choice in things," said Hadi after I gave him the gift.

"Actually, my mother helped me in choosing it," I replied.

"Your mother knows that you are gifting this to me?"

"Of course she does, why wouldn't she?"

"She approved of you gifting this to me?"

I find it very weird. It is just a birthday gift. What is the matter if my mother knows about it? He is just my classmate and much like a younger brother. Older sisters buy gifts for younger brothers. But Hadi is acting like anything else but a younger brother.

I am missing Rihana a lot. Rihana is my oldest and best friend. She is much like a fairy godmother to me. She seems to know everything and most importantly she knows how to read people. I always turn to her for boy's advice and continuously wish she is a boy.

It has been ages since I last saw her though we chat on messenger a lot. I always have to update her about my 3G experience and she is always warning me of fake boys who only comes to coaching with the intention of exploiting pure girls like us.

But Aadil never seems to be that sort of boy. He respects me from the core of his heart. I sometimes doubt if he is even attracted to me romantically. Even if he is, he conceals it beautifully. Aadil is such an exceptional guy. I always love exceptional things.

"Don't go any further before I meet him," Rihana texts me.

"Okay. But you have to meet him soon," I text back.

"You said you never saw his hair. Does he have hair?"

"I think so. I would hate it if he doesn't."

"Hairless guys are often good but I don't think it would suit you."

But I will never judge a guy by his hair. I will judge him by his approach towards me. Besides you can always wear a wig if you do not have hair. But I really hate fake things. God! I do not even wear makeup because it looks so fake to me.

I hope my 3G life becomes the most memorablepart of my life. I do not know if I will meet this people after three years.But 3G building will remain the same and will always be full of life. Gangs,scandals, first loves, breakups, but most importantly friendship.