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إذا كان البدر يحبك، لماذا تقلق بشأن النجوم
If the full moon loves you, why worry, about the stars?
Aaina.
"Hello."
I was frozen and dumb struck, recognizing that cold hard voice which wasn't so cold and hard today.
Why are you so fucking dumb, Aaina? Couldn't you see the I'd? Why didn't you see who it was?
Ugh.
I remained quiet, still very much in shock that he had called me.
Me.
"Salam alaikum."
I heard him greet me again the Islamic way, as if he wanted to recheck whether or not I was still on call.
I sat up.
"Walaikum assalam." I managed to choke out.
"How are you?" My brows furrowed as I heard him question my health.
What the hell? Why was he being so courteous? He had never really asked about my health before.
"I'm okay."
I gave him an answer.
I didn't really understand the purpose of his phone call. I didn't understand why he chose to call me at this time and why I didn't hang up the moment I heard his voice.
I should have hung up. I didn't want to hear another lesson again. The last three had been pretty horrifying already.
"I hope I didn't disturb you."
He said again. His tone was nothing but polite so far.
Maybe he was waiting for me to say something detailed first and then he would start his taunting.
"Uhh, no."
"Is it okay that I called?" I heard him question again.
"Yeah, it's not a problem." I replied almost instantly, cursing myself inwards.
"I didn't get to congratulate you at the engagement."
If it was possible, I would have hung up and buried my face under a pillow to hide the amount of overwhelming sensation I was going through.
He told me that his word was the last word, he gave me 'lessons' he told me he won't tolerate me snitching on him and now he is literally telling me that he didn't get to congratulate me?
What the hell was wrong with men?
I was over whelmed because his tone was not sarcastic or tauntative. It was polite and respectful, it was kind.
