Let Me Redeem [Completed]

You Promise?

Mirha was in the garden, wondering about her brothers. Her uncle had told her earlier that day that they would be coming to meet her in a few days, to check up on her if she was doing okay. She was excited thinking about giving them a tour of her university. Her bag placed on her side, English text lying open on the grass infront of her atop which orange peels shined in the sunlight, seeds collected on them, she gazed around at the buzz of the students talking and walking, huddled around in groups, and swallowed the slice of orange she'd been eating. She gave a start when a bag landed directly in front of her.

She looked up, her eyes going wide in surprise. Not even once had she seen Hadi anywhere except in the stc Hall, assuming he probably hung out with his friends somewhere else, and now he was here, approaching her himself.

"Now you can't blame me for being annoying."

"Oh?" Hadi raised his eyebrows as he sat down beside her, leaning against the wall.

"Just kidding." Mirha grinned and picked up the remaining half of the orange from top of her bag. "Orange?" She said offering it to Hadi.

He simply shook his head.

"Something wrong?" She turned his neck to look at him and pulled another slice for herself. "Where are your friends?"

When he didn't say anything again, Mirha thought better than to press. "Tea?"

"No," he said and the corner of his lips slightly curled up as he remembered the time when he had escaped to the library from his scandal with Rohina and everyone's accusations. He had sensed something was off with Mirha too and yet she had gone through the trouble of bringing him the tea and sandwich. "Just had a full blown argument with my father over the phone."

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah I'm alright." Hadi scowled.

"I was, um, actually asking about your father." Mirha chuckled sheepishly.

"And I'm the one clearly in distress." As the words were out, Hadi wondered why he said that. He wasn't the one to complain, wasn't usually that petty. But the argument weighed heavily on his heart since his father was already dismayed due to the fire that broke out in the basement of the factory and, Hadi hung up telling him it was ridiculous of him to believe the workers that he tampered with the wiring the day before on Sunday. It was true though, but he was confident he hadn't done anything wrong, and the cause of the short circuit was something else. His brother had called him immediately after and told him to not interfere with the machinery when it wasn't computer engineering that he was doing, and that he'd rather keep his science to himself.

Hadi didn't go to his friends because Bilal was in class and the rest - well, before he could've thought about looking for them he'd spotted Mirha.

"But he's older than you and might not be able to handle the stress better than you can." Shoving the piece of orange into her mouth, she looked away.

"Would you go out with me?"

Confused she turned to him and raised her eyebrows. "Hmm?"

"Let's grab some coffee, yeah?"

Mirha shook her head. "No, I have this orange to finish, plus, I have a class." She said as she pulled another slice apart.

"Oh for god's sakes, give me that." Taking the remaining three pieces from her hand, he took one into his own mouth and handed the remaining to the two girls walking past them, who apparently knew Hadi. "Well?" He then said.

"I have a class." Mirha said weekly as she averted her gaze. She couldn't just go outside college premises with a boy, that was preposterous. What would her brothers say if they found out.