SILENCE: says it all

8. They are coming out...

Fiza was walking on the streets aimlessly. The boy, Zain...surely captured her heart.

But...

"I...I know you."

That stare....His uncle... Did he recognized her??

Did he ever saw her news?? Would he stop Zain from talking with her?

-What are u doing here??

Huh?? That voice...

She looked back to find the source of the sound.

Daddy??

-Don't u know walking on the streets is dangerous for a girl after evening. You have already brought so much trouble. Yet, you are like this...

Yeah... even she also wants to know....why can't we be out after dark?? Why does everyone think that bad girls only walk on the streets after dark??? Why are they tagged as a bad uncultured characterless girl??"

Fiza said a lot of words with a glance...

-Don't act like a child...

Wazib coaxed her daughter a bit while patting on her head. Girl, why are you still so naive?

-Your grandfather holding a family gathering. Wear this dress...

"Oh...so he is here not to see me but to invite on her-own house party...

But...won't it be insulting for him. After all, I am a characterless girl who drowned Yaqub family's reputation...?"

She sneered while thinking all of this.

Wazib took a deep breath and poked her. This girl never understood him...

-Go and get dressed...

"Wait...What is this??? It's a red dress...It's... totally red. Dad...You surely have a great sense of colors."

But Fiza kept her mouth shut. Whatever... He at least tried to gave her a beautiful dress.

......................

-Where is your Eldest Granddaughter Mr. Yaqub. She must be a very beautiful woman now??

Even though it's a family gathering hosted by Yaqub Nabi, Fiza's Grandpa. People were always asking him about Fiza more instead of his health condition.

He held this party because his health conditions were getting worse day by day. So, he just thought why not meet everyone before leaving this world(!)

But it turns out like this?? Pinching with a beautiful fake smile...

-Father...

-Uh...you came Wazib??

-hmm...

Mr. Yaqub suddenly noticed there is someone behind Wazib, He looked at Fiza, standing timidly.

-You brought Fiza!!

-hmm...

Wazib's father couldn't say anything. He indeed tried to stop Wazib last night to not bring her here... Wazib was also nodding her head as if he agreed. But...actually he wasn't even listening.

- I told you to not bring her...How can you just bring her here in this type of function? What am i going to answer to everyone...

- She is the eldest daughter of this house...

Enough words to made Mr. Yaqub completely silent.

-Do as you wish...

Mr. Yaqub suppressed his anger. This boy...

-Go...and sit there.

Fiza was staring at his father blankly. Her lips started trembling...She wants to talk, She wants to scream top of her lung. But...nothing came out.

Everyone was staring directly at her.

Some came, asked Wazib about her, Some showed fake sympathy...

Some suggested...

"It's ok...Everything will be fine if you wear this chain. It's specially made to chase out bad lucks."

.

"She should wear hijab and all... Girls should cover everything."

.

"Tell her to always maintain a clear mind."

The whole party turned into an adviser hall. Those looks were toxic. She felt something very pressured above her head. Something....very heavy...

"It's ok...It's ok... I have done a lot of bad things. These are the punishments I should have. It's ok....nothing happened. These are regular things...Fiza....U r lucky you are still alive. You are breathing...So what they talk nonsense about you?? They are no one. People born alone, die alone... You can bear it....you can bear it... you are strong...you...ah! "

Fiza tried to calm herself while she felt something was dripping on her clenched hand.

Tears(!)

Oh no....they...they are coming out. Why?? No, She can't cry. She is strong... She can't cry.

Noooooo....don't...don't come out...Stop, Stop...

-Go to the washroom...

Wazib passed the tissues. Fiza looked at her father while a hick up sound came...

"Dad, That's not my fault. They came out...I didn't want to...It's not my fault."

She screamed inside.

- It was my fault to bring you here...Wash your face with cold water. I will send your food by someone.

Before Wazib could finish his line, she ran towards the back door and came out of the house.

Huff...Huff...Huff

"Shit...I... I cried in front of everyone...Why???

Maybe....I am really sad. Yes...Yes, I am sad...I am sad Mommy. I want your magic hug. I want to cry as much as I want...I...want... Mommy, where are you??"

A winter breeze was blowing with her sniffing sound. 

Fiza sat on the soft ground of their yard bearing no energy to cry more. While she saw... A shadow was slowly covering her.

-Hey... Are you ok??

Fiza quickly looked back. A guy about her age or maybe older than her was standing. He had eyes of a gentleman with a simple yet gorgeous look.

She stared at the guy with watery eyes. 

"Who are you?? Why are you here?? Did you saw me crying??"

She started to through questions by staring at him. Though, she felt really uncomfortable.

-It's ok...It's ok... I didn't mean to startle you. I am sorry...

Fiza ignored his sorry and started to hide her face as much she could. She didn't wear a mask, she was crying badly... She must be looking very horrible. So bad timing...Why this guy is here??What actually this guy want??