Beyond The Scars

Chapter Six

Abdulrahim's POV

Asad came to pick me up, as always, to drive me to the airport.

We finally got there after listening to his endless ranting throughout the journey.

I brought out my luggage, and Asad helped me with one of the bags.

Just as we were about to enter the main airport, Asad accidentally bumped into a girl wearing a black abaya and veil.

Her phone fell to the ground.

Before Asad could say anything, she started talking.

“Can you see what you've done? Look, now my phone has a c***k in it. Don't you watch where you're going, or do your eyes not work properly?” she snapped.

I was surprised that such a beautiful lady could be so rude.

She reminded me of Farah.

“Wait a minute. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” Asad fired back. “How dare you? If it's a new phone you want, I can get you an iPhone 16 right now. I can see you're only using a 15 Pro. If you want, we can go and get it now. I know that's what girls like you are looking for.”

“Asad, calm down. I'm sure she didn't mean what she said—”

I started, but the girl cut me off.

“Excuse you, I meant every word I said.”

Then she turned to Asad.

“And as for you, if you want an iPhone 16 Plus, I can get it myself. I don't need yours or whatever. Instead of apologizing, you're here saying nonsense.”

This was about to turn into something worse, so I quickly held Asad back before he said another word.

“And as for you, ma'am, you need to learn how to speak to people with respect,” I said.

Then Asad and I walked away.

He kept complaining that I didn't let him handle the situation, but I just told him to forget it and leave before I missed my flight.

Farah's POV

“Alhamdulillah, the fresh air of Kano at last,” I said to myself as I came out of the airport with my luggage.

I picked up my phone to call Zinat and ask if she was already there because she had said she would come to pick me up.

“Assalamualaikum, Zinat. I'm already here. Where are you?”

“I'm here. I can see you. I'm across the road. I'm the one waving.”

“Oh, okay. I've seen you. I'm coming.”

I ended the call and walked toward Zinat's small black Lexus.

“Assalamualaikum,” she greeted.

“Wa'alaikum salam. How have you been, Zinat?” I said as I closed the passenger door.

“I've been good, Alhamdulillah. What about you?”

“Same here,” I replied.

“I have really missed your cute face, you know,” she said with her signature smile.

“Hmm. I hope there is nothing behind this compliment. Are you hiding something?” I asked, narrowing my brows.

“Farah, must you always look for the other side of things? What is wrong with complimenting my beautiful friend?” she said as she started the car.

“Zinat, now you're scaring me. Normally, you would have insulted me immediately after I entered the car or started teasing me.”

“Farah, there is nothing. Now tell me, how was your holiday?”

“It was good, Alhamdulillah.”

“I hope you have something new to tell me. Don't come and start telling me your boring stories about how you and Asma went out,” she warned.

“So now the stories are boring, but once you hear a boy's name, they won't be?” I said, laughing.

“Does that mean there is finally a boy in the picture?” she asked, raising her brow.

I didn't reply.

I just picked up my phone and started checking my w******p messages.

I saw a message from Ya Nadia asking if I had landed, so I replied.

Then I saw one from Zara asking the same thing, followed by one from Mama.

I replied to all of them.

Then I saw one last message from Asma.

It was strange, and I didn't understand what she meant.

Asma: I shouldn't have taken you to the airport. Now my day is ruined.

I decided not to reply until I got to the apartment so I could call her and find out what she meant.

We finally reached our apartment.

Zinat wouldn't stop asking me to gist her about what happened during the holiday because, even if she never admitted it, I knew she always enjoyed my stories.

I quickly used showering as an excuse so she would stop bugging me.

After my shower, I felt hungry, so I made some noodles. I didn't have the strength to cook anything serious.

I also took out the fura in my bag and put it in the fridge.

After eating, I remembered Asma and quickly called her.

Before I could say anything, she bombarded me with questions.

“Farah Muhammad! Firstly, why didn't you call to inform me that you had gotten to Kano? Me that came to drop you at the airport. Secondly, when you saw my message, why didn't you reply? Instead, you left me on read. You didn't even bother to ask me why I was angry. I dropped you at the airport just for my day to be spoiled because of one fool…”

I cut her off immediately.

“Asma, I'm so sorry for what happened. I didn't understand the text, so I decided to call you when I got to my apartment. I'm sorry, my dear friend. Please forgive your sweet, sweet friend,” I said in the sweetest tone possible.

“It's okay. I forgive you only because I pity you. I know you can't live without me,” she said, chuckling.

“Okay, okay. Now tell me what happened. I'm dying to know.”

“Fine. So when I dropped you off, I was on my way back to my car when some i***t guy bumped into me like he didn't have eyes. I mean, did he keep his eyes in his—”

“Asma, just get to the point. I get it, he bumped into you. He was wrong,” I said, laughing.

“Okay, so as I was saying, the fool—no, i***t—no, blind i***t bumped into me. My precious baby, my phone, broke badly. Instead of the fool to apologize, he started shouting and saying he could take me to Slot and buy me an iPhone 15. Like, the audacity. Did he think I was from the streets and didn't have my own money? I mean, I have a job… sorry, I meant a father,” she said, laughing.

I joined her laughter.

“He was with his friend, so his friend stopped him from talking. I wish he didn't, so I could give him another piece of my mind and let him know he was messing with me. Like, who the hell—”

She paused when I burst into laughter.

“What's funny? I'm telling you what happened to me and you're laughing?” she said, clearly annoyed.

“Oh no, no, Asma. It's not like that. The way you sound is just funny. I can't count how many times you insulted the poor guy,” I said in my defense.

“Did you just say poor? You're pitying him? You know you're supposed to be my best friend, right?”

I apologized, and after a while, she gave in and started laughing too.

Before I knew it, Asma had started talking about how handsome the guy was and how his friend was even hotter.

Innalillahi.

Asma would always be Asma.

I laughed as she started describing them.

I was the least interested.

After a while, we hung up because it was time for Maghrib.

I put on my khimar, and Zinat and I prayed together.