Chapter 02
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♙ A N T O N I A P O V♙
So this is the i***t who bumped into me, I thought.
Ya Allah, Pull me back from punching this guy, or You can do it for me.
He offered his hand, but I got up by myself and grabbed my bag. To say I was pissed would be an understatement. I was pissed times infinity.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!!" I glared at him.
"I think I should get an apology," he stated like it was apparent.
Wow! Look who we have here. A nobody thinking he is the president or a royal highness.
"Excuse me. Why me? You're the one that bumped into me. So you should apologize first. And you also ruined my skirt." I snapped at him, crossing my hand over my chest.
"You're cute when you're angry," he touched my cheek. Astaghfirullah!
"Don't touch me!" I slapped his hand away. Astaghfirullah. Where is the Haram Police when you need it. They always come at the wrong time and the wrong place. But not when you need them.
If I was in a cartoon right now, you would see steam coming out of my ears. I gave the man one last death glare and walked away. I heard him chuckle.
What's his problem?
I went to my class. Thank Allah, my aunt was my teacher in this class, or else I don't know what I would do.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Auntie," I pouted my lips. I was unhappy right now. It was my favorite skirt. I have had for a long time; It brings back the old memories.
"Wa'alaikum Salam, ho-oh my Allah! What happened to you?" She rushed to me, her face worried.
"This jerk bumped me, and he dropped his coffee on me," I said, still fuming.
"Antonia honey, calm down. I have clothes with me. You can change and come back," she smiled refreshingly.
She grabbed clothes and handed them to me. I went to the bathroom and changed. I just hope I don't see that Jerk, and I just hope the rest of my day goes well, InshAllah.
♙ W A L I D P O V♙
She hasn't changed a single bit. She is still feisty as before. She is beautiful like before, but this time, even more, gorgeous than I have imagined she would be.
The way her soothing voice snapped at me. It was more of a kitten talking, rather than a lion. She thought she could scare me with her soft voice. I released a chuckle, watching her storm toward a class. My Antonia.
Always was and always will be mine!
Screw those hormonal boys. She doesn't need a little boy. She needs a man like me.
A real man.
I am sorry, Antonia, for leaving you.
♙ A N T O N I A P O V♙
When is this epitome of boredom going to end?
I am sitting in my favorite subject but, unfortunately, with the worst teacher. I am sorry, I cannot help it.
Don't you hate it when you have those kinds of the teacher, the ones that explain something that doesn't make any sense at all? Yep, that's my teacher. I don't understand a thing. And then, FINALLY!!! He gave us a small break. I was so tired. I couldn't get enough sleep yesterday at all because of the wedding arrangement for one of my friends.
Of course, Desi weddings never gives you time to nap.
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I am so indignant right now. Here I am, walking home from school on a massive rainy day. My clothes were soaked in water, and my Hijab was totally ruined. Of course, on top of that, it had to be windy. I rubbed my hand over my arms, trying to keep them from freezing. But the right side is my backpack is waterproof, Alhamdulillah.
Khalid was supposed to pick me up, but he didn't. I guess now I will have to teach him a lesson. After I reached home, I knocked on the door, and Mom opened it.
"Assalamu'alaikum," I attempted a smile.
"Wa'alaikum Salam. Oh my child, what happened? Why are you all wet?" She began firing questions at me. She quickly ran inside and came back with a light pink towel. I took the towel from her and tried my best to dry myself. Not that it helped. I have wet clothes on me still.
"Well, you see, Bro was supposed to pick me up, but he didn't, and all of my friends had to stay after school because of their practice, so I had to walk home in the rain," I scowled.
"Khalid is at home with your Baba in the living room... Watching TV," Mom said slowly, as though waiting for my reaction.
"What?! Oh, I am going to get him. He's so gonna get it!" I angrily spoke, assaulting the wooden floor with my loud stomps.
I stormed into the living room. Upon seeing happening in the living room, my mouth fell open.
You have got to be kidding me.
"You can't be serious! None of you picked me up because of a stupid Cricket match?" I threw my hands up. Desi men and their Cricket. Don't they have better things to do than watch this stupid sport?
Shut up, Antonia. Your just jealous cuz you're not athletic.
"Oh, hello- what happened to you?" Bro asked, finally taking note of my presence, his eyes straying from the screen to me for about two seconds tops than going back to the TV.
"Well, you see; apparently someone was supposed to pick me up instead of watching a Cricket match," I said, preparing myself for the dramatic show I was going to put on. They are so going to get this.
"oh y-you s-se-"
"You know what? Just forget about it. Okay?" I folded my hands over my chest, acting like a five-year-old.
"Oh, honey. I am-"
"No, you're not," I pouted, acting to fake cry. Which always works on my Baba.
"I am sorry, Honey. I thought Khalid was supposed to pick you up; that's why I didn't go to pick you up," he said, looking at me guiltily.
"Fine, you both are forgiven if you take me to Starbucks," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Deal. Done," they both said simultaneously.
"Thank you! Thank you!" I clapped my hands and hugged them.
"Such a Drama Queen!" Mom muttered under her breath.
"Baba!" I complained.
"Leave my baby alone!" Baba ordered.
"Oh, okay then, you will sleep on the couch in the living room," Mom smirked, walking away.
"Of come on, Honey, you can't do that! I am sorry!" he walked out of the living room, following behind her.
"Oh goody," I said, laughing.
Khalid and I then took the liberty to have a good laugh at our parent's expenses. After I finally refilled my lungs with much-needed oxygen, I went upstairs and changed out of my wet clothes. I did Wudu and prayed Dhuhr. Then, I went to the kitchen, made, and ate a sandwich.
I then prayed Asr, after which I started on homework. Once I finished my homework, it was time for Magrib, and after a couple of hours later, I prayed Isha. I went to do Wudu for Isha and prayed Isha. After praying Isha, I went to the bathroom to change into my PJ's and brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I went to my bed, which I did tell you guys that I love the most. It's soft and comfy. I jumped straight in and fell asleep.
And that’s how most of my days go.
Pray, homework, and sleep!
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