Two Brothers, One Heart (Rewriting)

Chapter three 3

Islam's eyes widened in disbelief as she laid eyes on Michelle. Without a moment's hesitation, they rushed towards each other, embracing tightly.

"Oh my goodness, you look absolutely radiant and stunning," Islam gushed.

Michelle playfully pouted, "You completely forgot about me! Not a single call since you returned to the country."

Islam quickly held her ears and made a playful face. "I'm so, so sorry, from the depths of my heart."

A smile tugged at Michelle's lips as she accepted the apology. "Alright, apology accepted."

Hand in hand, they ascended the stairs to Islam's meticulously arranged and spacious bedroom. The servants were summoned to bring them some delectable snacks.

Michelle sprawled on the bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in her bones. With a sigh, she began to unclasp her shoes, longing for the comfort of home. Islam, ever curious about her friend's life in the USA, couldn't help but ask, "How's life there, my dear?"

Michelle's eyes glistened with a mix of weariness and longing as she replied, "To be frank, it's been quite awful. I find myself surrounded by business partners, but there's a void when it comes to genuine friendships. I yearn for someone to share my problems and joys with, to be a true confidant."

Islam's heart sank at the thought of her friend feeling lonely in a foreign land. "I'm so sorry, my dear. I wish I could have been there for you during these tough times. Please know that I'm here for you now, and I'll do my best to be the friend you need."

Michelle's tired limbs sprawled across the bed, her body craving rest and solace. "You made me wait for hours, Islam. I couldn't help but wonder what kept you from coming home."

Islam's face flushed with guilt as she realized the impact of her actions. "I deeply apologize, Michelle. I had a date, and I lost track of time. But please believe me when I say that you are always a priority in my life. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

A mixture of curiosity and concern filled Michelle's eyes as she pressed further, "A date, huh? Who is this mysterious person?"

Islam's nerves kicked in, causing her to fidget with her hands. "Oh, it's no one, really. Just a casual outing. Nothing worth mentioning, honestly."

Michelle, ever perceptive, noticed Islam's discomfort. She gently sat up and walked over to the reading table near the mirror, where a collection of books caught her attention. "Do you still write plays, Islam? Your talent for storytelling has always fascinated me."

Just as Michelle spoke, the servant entered the room, carrying a tray filled with delectable treats. "Madam, aunty made this for you and your guest," the servant announced, placing it carefully on the table.

Michelle's eyes widened with delight at the sight of the delicious spread. "Thank you so much! This looks absolutely scrumptious."

Islam couldn't help but smile at her friend's excitement. "Enjoy, my dear."

She continued rummaging through the chest of drawers, searching for books. "Who reads Oliver Twist, Twelfth Night, Half of a Yellow Sun? Girl, you're still old school."

With an effortless smile, she watched her. "You haven't changed."

"Of course, why would I? I love seeing my beloved ones happy," she said, looking around. She picked up an empty carton of Milo from under the table and began organizing the books.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting rid of these books for good. On Thursday, we'll get you new books and even clothes because you deserve to feel refreshed."