*
Afrah didn't call until two days later.
It wasn't that she didn't want to. She had read somewhere that it was best to call someone three days after getting their number. That way, they wouldn't think you were too hung up on them. On the second day however, her willpower broke and she found herself dialling his number. That article she read had warned against this particular act, but she didn't care at this point.
*"How was the flight?""Too high up for my taste," Adnan replied with a grimace."I can't believe you're still afraid of heights at this point in your life," Nafisa laughed at
*"You're back," Yusuf said as he stepped into the living room. It was exactly five minutes to midnight, and everyone in the house had gone to bed. Or at least they pretended to. Adnan was sitting in the living room, his eyes staring unfocused at the TV, where a boring sitcom was showing. He looked up slowly at his father, waiting to see something which wasn't there anymore.
*"Afrah?""I am not getting married to Fahad, Umma," she said immediately, struggling to keep her breathing steady. "I do notwantto get married to him."
*"Halima, it's Maimuna.""Where is Afrah?"
*"Sit," Yusuf said forcibly, gesturing to the seat beside him. Adnan remained standing, his feet in a small puddle which remained as an aftermath from the rain. Yusuf was staring at the swimming pool, even though it was covered and empty. Beside him was a bottle of coke with two glasses filled with ice cubes. Adnan was thankful it wasn't something else.
*The nightmare was finally over.Afrah had done it.
*Maryam had been reluctant to call Adnan ever since they left their house. Her mother had given her his phone number despite her refusal, and insisted she call him at once.Mercifully, her attention had been drawn elsewhere afterwards, and she didn't get a chance to pressurize her any further. But once she had dealt with the problem at hand, she returned to her daughter's room with a purposeful stride.
*Halima had always had such beautiful hair, right from her childhood. It fell right down to her shoulders, thick and jet-black with a sheen unlike any other. Her hair was one of the many things Afrah was glad she inherited."Abba doesn't know how lucky he is," Amina said as she watched Afrah plaiting her hair. They were sitting in Halima's room, where the noise of the men down below couldn't be heard.