Waiting impatiently for Miran, she is frustrated as half an hour has been passed, while sitting in a restaurant, where they agreed on, to meet up...
"Hey, babe..here!!". Meanwhile, she sees Miran walking up to her table by a hand wave.
"Where have you been?. Did you realize, it's been half an hour that I am waiting for you!!"... She almost screams at him ... . "OK... Calm down girl". He sits dragging a chair now with laughter...
"what do you mean?". She scoffs in response making a face at him... " What do you want to tell, spat it now?" She asks directly...
"Well, dear... Do you you want Omer.. Or not?"...he leans back relaxing over a chair, with a smirk...
"So??.." Yes then???" She stares angrily... "I agree to help you. but...". He pauses for a while staring at her strangely...
"But in return, I need your help."... With a gust of sigh, he utters the words...
"well!.. How ?..."... She retorts not understanding his way of speaking. " How? When? I will explain it Hania, first tell me, are you willing to do anything? "...he speaks openly now...
" Sure !! How can I help you then? ". She asks by rising one her brow and resting her arms over her chest, with a calm manner.
"Great!! Now we are talking" Meeran cackles with a nod...
They both stare at each other with the mutual agreement... that a playful smile appears on their faces with a glint in eyes...
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Hania POV:
As I enter the room, I toss over the bed by reflecting upon the whole talk with Miran.
Then speculating for a while, I dial up a number... "Hello, Zenia.."...when I speak over the phone.
"Hania, how are you?" The reaction I receive indicates her surprise along with happiness...
"I am fine and you?"... I restrain my anger which rises. "What are you doing at the moment?"... Dragging our conversation I question further with a fake laugh by sounding pleasant as much as I can...
"Nothing... just studying presently.. " she answers with a sigh...
"Oh, nice"... Overhearing her sighing, I roll my eyes.
"I just called up to say sorry for my yesterday rude behaviour. "... I mumble the words with a great difficultly by collecting my scattered mind...
"oh no... It's ok Hania.. I understand... I feel bad about all"... sceptical, with a sigh, she turns to reverse the talk ...
"OK, Hania... leave it... tell me... Are you coming university by tomorrow"... I feel her uncomfortable as she switches the topic...
