19. FIRST FIGHT
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Chapter 19: Our First Fight.
Ammar's POV
She didn't want to talk. She normally finds a reason to always talk but she refused to do that.
What's with the wrong mood? Isn't she suppose to be angry? Or did something happen at the orphanage?
When I turned to her direction she was already out of sight. I guess she entered the room. I was about to follow but I got a call from Ahmad who told me to go down ASAP.
Turns out it wasn't anything serious, he just wanted me to walk with him to a nearby store before isha.
He said weird things like 'Hafsa really looks familiar. Like I've met her before' earning a glare from me.
After Isha prayers, we all gathered in the parlor to eat, chat and watch whatever the person holding the remote wants to watch, unless its something really useless. So we watched sports channel since Ahmad was with the remote before its time for news @ 10 on channels TV.
Everyone was enjoying their dinner. Everyone except Hafsat. She's always so flamboyant so lively even though it was disturbing to me it oddly felt weird and dark all of a sudden. She used to be filled with so much light and brighten up everyone's mood.
Hafsa...... I don't think I've ever said her name out loud. It feels weird to even think about mentioning her name.
"Hafsa, Abincin bai miki dadi bane? (Hafsa, is the food tasteless, you are not enjoying it?) " Ahmad asked her when he noticed she had barely touched her food.
"No. It actually taste delicious. Its just that I'm full" she answered him with a small smile.
"Did you eat at the orphanage? " Mum asked her and she nodded.
Her and Zainab cleared the dishes after dinner and she went upstairs saying that she was tired.
"What's wrong with Hafsa. I've never seen her like that." Zainab asked as she walked into the parlor.
"I noticed too, Ammar did something happen?" Mum who was sitting beside me turned to look at me with accusing eyes.
"In the afternoon when she came back she looked angry but now she looks depressed. She's making me feel depressed too." Zainab cried and pouted.
"Did you two fight?" It was Ahmad's turn to ask.
Come to think of it. We've never fought before.
Mum tapped my shoulder when I didn't answer any of their questions.
" Go and see what the problem is. And be nice"
I nodded and went our room.
I found her looking at a picture when I entered the room. She was in deep thought, she didn't even notice my presence. I moved closer and saw that it was a picture of her and some kids from the orphanage.
"The kids look cute masha Allah" I commented.
She jumped from her seat when she heard my voice behind her, frightening me too.
"You scared me" she shrieked holding her chest.
You scared me too woman. I wanted to say but chuckled at her reaction.
She frowned and sat back on the chair.
"It's not funny"
"Your reaction was"
I waited for her to say something but she didn't.
"About earlier..at the hospital - " I trailed off.
" Yea. I get it. It was totally my fault. I should have double checked" she cut me off. I didn't expect her to apologize but I just nodded.
She normally would have argued or brought something up just to keep talking but she didn't. She just sat there trying to keep a neutral expression but failing miserably. Her melancholic state was inevitable.
"Did something happen at the orphanage" I asked because I was getting really concerned.
She simply shook her head.
I didn't want to push it so I let her be and thought maybe she would wake up normal tomorrow.
But she was in the same state for two days. I couldn't take it anymore. She was making my mother and sister very worried. I see her attempting to act normal in front of them but they didn't buy it, she doesn't even know how to act.
I got off work early. Same time as her. I texted her and asked her to pick me up by the gate.
"Did something happen to your car?" She asked the moment I got into her car.
"No"
"Then?"
"I will pick my car tomorrow. Let go somewhere and eat something now " I said.
She was suppose to ask 'where' or 'why' or say 'there is food at home' but her silent treatment was still on full force. As much as I would like her to talk less and ask few or no questions .....this attitude of hers was disturbing.
I directed her to a remote restaurant, which I discovered months ago when I was looking for a place that had very few people but was still nice.
Some conversation was made while eating...mostly made by me.
When we came out, the weather looked beautiful and peaceful. She seemed to like it. She smiled and asked if we could walk for a while. We stopped at some point to just take in the fresh air.
"This place is so peaceful" she commented.
"Are you going to start talking now?" I asked which made her smile varnish.
"When did I not ever talk" she scowled.
"Seriously? Then what have you been doing these past two days? Why were you giving every one a silent treatment" I unintentionally shouted.
"Silent treatment?" She asked confused.
Is she kidding me?
"When you are mad at me, then just be mad at me....don't involve my family. They've been worried sick about you and eyeing me suspiciously." I seethed.
"I didn't do anything." She shouted back.
"Then what was this act you were putting on? If you are sad , share your worries with someone. If I made you angry, deal with it. Don't go around giving people silent treatment like they've been maltreating you. Don't go around looking like that-" I was now huffing in anger.
Her glassy eyes glared at me in disbelief. She wiped away the tears that escaped and walked away, leaving me fuming in anger.
After I cooled down I walked to the car, assuming she was there but to my disappointment she wasn't in the car. I checked the resturant and she wasn't there either.
I have no idea why I lost my temper like that.
Why was I even angry in the first place? Urrgggh.
Now where can I find her.
What on earth is she thinking?
I think I just made everything worse.
I looked everywhere for her, praying hard that I find her before magrib.
I went from restaurants to small stores and to other public places ....even public bathrooms. But she wasn't there.
I was about to go back to the car and wait for her when I saw some kids going through a gate. They was no house in view when they opened the gate.
I asked one of the kids what the place was and he told me it was a fish house.
I followed them into the compound and they ran to a lady who was sitting by the pond. She stood up and I noticed it was Hafsat. She was smiling. She collected something from the kids and started to throw it into the pond after the kids left.
I sighed a sigh of relief.
I've found her.
Alhamdulillah.
You're so dead Chatterbox.
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