Unknown Betrayal

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Aayan

“Websites are now finished, the building also just needs furniture which meaaaans”, Khalid trails off.

“More money is needed”, Aaleyah finishes off for him.

“Exactly, but alhamdulilah we have the website done, Ayoub and Fatima did the voice over, telling people basically why they should donate and what our aim is. There’s already been a few donations but those are just from our own families which is good too because at the moment we currently have more than 5k. That’s good...right?“.

“Yeah, we don’t need expensive furniture too. We can get really cheap ones with good qualities too, we can do a lot with 5k honestly”, Aisha says.

“Yeah but the money won’t only go to furniture you know, we still have to pay electricity bills which will be expensive itself and also more groceries”, Fawaz interjects.

“True”, she whispers then leans back on her chair.

“People are also donating clothes you know”, Fatima smiles while scrolling through the website which they named HELP YOURSELF BY HELPING OTHERS. We all voted that it was a bit too long for a website name but our parents liked it and said it suited it especially since we elaborated on the meaning of the name itself.

“That reminds me, we need two to four people organizing that section. Two males and two females. I was thinking it could be Shaby and Fawaz and Aamanee and Zaynab but nobody knows what’s going on with her so am not so sure now”, Khalid says as he takes a seat beside Ayoub.

“Yeah, I heard she left for Detroit two weeks ago but is she like coming back?“, Fatima asks.

“That’s a question none of us can answer. We’ve tried her phone but it never goes through, maybe she’s busy taking care of Olamide after what happened”, Aaleyah shrugs.

“But it’s weird, she hasn’t posted on i********:, Snapchat, f*******:, like nothing at all. Her pages are just blank.....kinda like all her history was deleted. Are we sure she’s not in trouble? Am getting a bad feeling about this”, Aisha whispers.

“Her husband with her, am sure she’s fine”, Malik shrugs.

“I’ve never met the guy though, like ever. Not even at any eye clinics, and I was sure that I’ve been to EVERY clinics there are in Dublin. Never heard of Abiodun”, Fatima says.

“That seems kinda shady, I don’t know either but she looked happy with him. They’re always whispering to each other and s**t, and he’s always making her laugh. Am sure she’s fine like”, Aaleyah shrugs.

“I pray so”.

“So Aamanee and Sarah can both take over then. And Malik and Shaby...that okay with y’all??“, I look at them, they look at each other and nod.

“Ayoub your basically like a blogger/ social media craziness ting so I know this will be easier for you so will you continue to spread the word to all your followers”, Fatima tells Ayoub who looks up from her phone then smiles which everyone just laughs at. The girl is on her phone 24/7, she’s obsessed with it.

“Don’t worry b, I got it”, she smiles then she stands up and holds her phone out then her smile gets bigger as she fixes her hijab.

“Hiiiii guys, how’s it going? How’s everyone feeling? Soooooo me popping up now is basically to inform you all about the HELP YOURSELF BY HELPING OTHERS organization. So basically yeah, we’re going to need you amazing and wonderful people to help us out by going onto the website, i’ll put the link on my page, so go onto the website and donate as much as you can to the less fortunate and also any clothes that ARE IN GOOD SHAPE PLEASE GUYS. If y’all watch my posts, you know what its about but if you don’t then you can go to the website where it explains literally EVERYTHING that you need to know about the organization and if you have any questions please feel free to dm me. That’s all for now, i’ll keep in contact with you all on the progress. So until next time. Love y’all”.

She blows a kiss to the camera then smiles at the rest if us before sitting down beside Khalid.

“Girrrrrrrrrrl”, both Aaleyah and Fatima laugh.

“T-“, Ayoub lifts up her phone which instantly starts vibrating like crazy.

“Please don’t tell me people actually don’t have a job and responded to that post that quick”, Malik says.

“Hey don’t insult my fans”, Ayoub gives out to him then she smiles as she scrolls through her phone. She turns it around for us to see and literally, I CANNOT make this up, there’s ongoing comments and liked from people.

"OMG! Am donating ASAP”

“We gotchu boo”

“Am on the website right now”

“Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl”, Fatima gasps loudly with shock while Ayoub just winks at us.

“My fans are amazing, I told you”, she smiles.

“Well you damn sure wasn’t lying”, Khalid comments.

“Well then Ayoub thanks because now I feel everything will run more smoothly. You just keep doing your thing. The rest of us though, what’s our next plan?“, I ask the group.

“Get the house all set up with as many beds as can fit in the room, all the sick elderlys will be put in rooms so they can sleep more comfortably on actual beds. Soooo Aamanee will you start ordering the beds?“, I look at her.

“Sure”, she nods.

“Great, Fatima and Aaleyah, y’all make lists of how many and how much we’ll need to be spending weekly. Fawaz, Nur and I will get the groceries for this week”, Khalid adds.

“Sounds like a plan. Hopefully Zaynab is back quickly, we’re going to need all the help we can get for cooking”, Fatima sighs.

“Hope so too”, I whisper.

“Aayan”, I hear Khalid whisper so I pick up my head and instantly notice the confused and disapproving look from Aamanee. I look at Khalid who shakes his head.

“It was in an innocent way. COME ON. We all miss her, it’s not just me”, I try to make it better but guessing from the annoyed look on Aamanee’s face, I wasn’t doing a good job.

“I mean it’s n-”

“Please stop. Just stop”, she cuts me off then she stands up with her bag.

“Aamanee come on, its not even th-”

“That deep??? Really Aayan? Because I swear she’s been the only thing that you talk about even before she left. Zaynab this, Zaynab that. When is it going to stop?“, she snaps with what looks to be frustration.

“Okay, am sorry. It won’t happen again”, I hold her back but she just glares at me then pushes my hand away.

“I might as well be a f*****g billionaire with the amount of times I’ve heard that line”.

And with that, she storms out of the hall leaving me here feeling stupid as f**k like. Damn, you just keep messing up huh.

“Aayan, you really have to get over Zaynab, she’s moved on, you need to too otherwise it’s going to keep affecting your own present relationship”, Fawaz tells me.

“Yeah don’t you think I tried? *sighs* Anyways I gotta go now”.

“Good luck”, they all yell as I jog out of the hall. When I get to the space where I parked my car, it was gone. Did she? Nah she couldn’t have.

“Are you f*****g- ughhhh”, I groan loudly and hold my head with annoyance.

“Need a ride?“, Khalid appears beside me twirling his keys in his hand.

I look at him then glance at Ayoub who’s beside him with a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, I’ll drive. Am vexed”, I take his keys off him and thankfully he didn’t complain. I just need to do something. It gets harder and harder to stop thinking about her, it’s actually turning me mad like. I thought it’d be easier if I got married but I feel as if it got way more harder. Every time I touch Aamanee, I feel as if am doing something wrong, like I was cheating on someone am not even with which is ridiculous. I sometimes picture her while with Aamanee and I feel so guilt every time but it just happens, I don’t know what to do. I really don’t. Am even suspecting that Aamanee might be pregnant.....she can’t be though. I want kids.....just not from her? Am just crazy in love with Zaynab. And I don’t know what to do about it. Oh Allah please help me, please. Am sorry for all the prayers that I have ever missed, I won’t miss another prayer, ever. Please just help me.

***

“Good luck yeah, tell me what happens. Remember just let her vent out and be calm, you know your in the wrong so don’t try to justify yourself....it will only matters worse”, Khalid explains to me in a whisper. I just nod not really paying attention.

“Thanks for the ride”, I call behind me while running towards my house. As I walk into inside into the hallway, I notice the lights are all switched off, the hallway, the living room, kitchen, everything. The car is parked outside so she’s obviously home like.

“Aamanee?“, I call then switch on our bedroom light only to find her seated on the bed with the most annoyed look I’ve ever witnessed like.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?“, I ask her, just hoping to get away from the upcoming disastrous conversation.

“You love Zaynab”, she starts off and faces me.

“I thought you knew that”, I reply in a whisper earning a glare in return.

“Now how would I know something like that when you never told me. What am I? A psychic?“, she snaps.

“Okay babe we c-”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare call me babe after leading me on. How can you agree to marry me when your in love with someone else. Someone that’s already married even”, she screams.

“Well technically, I’ve loved her since we was 16 years old, I just never told her”.

“WOW. You’ve been in love with Zaynab for 13 whole years? Aayan”, she whispers with shock then falls on the bed jaw dropped.

“How can you live with that much secret in your heart?“, she asks.

I shrug and sit beside her.

“You want the truth?“, I look at her.

“No bullshitting. Just the plain truth! How you even gained feelings for her. I swear y’all were friends but y’all fought so much, I was convinced y’all hated each other like”

“I just did. I knew I had no chance because se always wanted a Nigerian man...but every time I would just pray that she’d change her mind....so I waited...I didn’t get married. But the meant nothing because she found someone that she liked, that she wanted to spend her life with *sadly chuckles* and that man wasn’t me. There was no point waiting anymore. I thought if I got married, I wouldn’t be in love with her anymore, that I would forget her. But that backfired on me because I just can’t seem to get her out of my mind. She’s constantly in my head, 24/7...I feel as if she’s in trouble every time”, I stop and take a deep breath.

“And why or HOW I gained feelings for her? That just happened naturally. As you know, our fathers went same college. So it was just natural that their wives became friends, they were close friends too. We instantly became friends too. She stayed over our place most of the time. We were or are best of friends. I always just thought of her as my annoying sister, there was no feelings there like. She was basically “one of the boys” kind of girl, she was a tomboy so we did EVERYTHING together. But after her 16th birthday, she started getting more girly, she’d wear make up, she started dressing up, wearing girly things anyways....so she acted more like her gender basically. I didn’t think anything of it until I noticed that whenever she touched me or was just close to me, I’d always feel some type of way....teenage life so I blame hormones. But basically I got excited when she was near me....it was very uncontrollable considering she was ALWAYS around me. But alhamdulilah I learned to control it. I knew the type of guy she wanted because we always talked about marriage, our parents sometimes joked about marrying us together but she was always against it. i don’t know why I have feelings for her exactly but I know that we relate in so much, she knows literally everything about me, and I know hers, she was someone I could talk to regardless of what it was. I had to keep it to myself, only Khalid knew. But apparently everyone knew because apparently I had made it obvious. But she found out like a week or two before her wedding. She overheard Khalid and I talking about it and from then on she started avoiding me at any cost”.

I look at Aamanee who doesn’t look as angry as before.

“Look, I know I say things that you don’t approve of. But it’s not like am doing it on purpose. Am really trying, am trying. Am sorry if you feel some type of way about all this new information. So if you hate me or want to leave....I don’t blame you”, I tell her.

“Divorce? Are you crazy? Don’t you realize how hard it is for a woman to be divorced? All men want nowadays is a virgin woman. And am clearly NOT one anymore because of YOU. So divorce is out of the question. I don’t know what your supposed to do but you better figure it out and soon. It would’ve all worked out perfectly fine if you told me all these beforehand so I could’ve rejected the proposal...but nooooo you don’t. So now comes your suffering PART 2 because honey, your stuck with me”, she tells me then gets in bed and throws the covers around her petite body.

“So are you mad though?“, I ask her.

“f**k off Aayan”.

“Seriously. Am sorry, I really prayed that all this would’ve worked out. Your an amazing wife....truly”, I whisper.

“I know I am”, she shrugs.

I don’t reply after that, I just chuckle. She reminds me of Zayn- not again Aayan. Just shut up man.