Red Lollipop

Ok, so here is Chapter 4, I never thought the writers work hard to get an interesting story that make you feel the characters until I started to write, I have all the plot in my head, yet writing it is like cutting steel with your hands.

Anyway, as long as I'm still enjoying it, I'll write it and You are gonna read it whether you like it or not  (-_-)

Just kidding, Enjoy.

This Chapter is deticated to "ouT_of_the_OrdiNary " because her great poem (http://www.wattpad.com/2928320-my-hijab) is the reason I made an account on wattpad XD

On the side, a picture of the place Mora and Saso went to in this chapter ;)

Peace

Meecko0o

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Chapter 4: Mariam's POV

Sigh.... He will never see me as a grown up woman, will he? Every time and I mean every single time, I try to show him that I'm a woman now; something must happen to prove that I'm still in kindergarten, may be even younger!

Last week, when I actually built up the nerve to sit with him and pa, pa spent the entire time talking about my childhood memories, and no, not the cute girl first walk or first word.

Ha! I wish.

He talked about how I used to wear diapers till I was 3. Of course he couldn't leave out me walking with my pants on my head pretending to be spider-man, or how else will he humiliate me?

Well, at least I can give pa the benefit of oblivion, as he is totally clueless about my affection towards Bilal.

But what about the other two, yes and I mean them, the two witches twirling like 2 years old girls on the corridor, they are supposed to be on my side, not the enemy's.

Well, technically there is no enemy, just Bilal with his 'Mariam is a baby' syndrome. The guy still gets my lollipops and sweets for God's sake, and yes, I eat them and love them, but that is completely irrelevant! Humph

Maybe we are not meant to be, I mean if we are soul mates like I humor myself, shouldn't it have been easier?

But if we are not, then why do I get these butterflies in my stomach every time I see him? or why my heart beats faster and I get tongue-tied every time he talks to me? (Which is not much by the way, approximately never). Why there is this need to stay as close as possible to him? Why can't my eyes see other men, it's like there are just men and there is BILAL.

He MUST be my soul-mate, just look at him, why can't he just see that? Why can't his eyes meet mine and for once he would feel the intensity of my feelings, he would stare at my soul and would be too awestruck to look away, then this gorgeous smirk would appear on his face, and I would blush, he would Caress my cheek and say "God, you are so beautiful".

Yeah right, as if that was even possible, maybe if I was a car motor or just a car, can I be a car for one day, maybe then my dream would come true.

DID I JUST WISH TO BE A CAR?!!! God, I just hit another low, what is this guy doing to me?

"Who killed your puppy?" my mom stopped twirling and I vaguely heard her and Saso complement each other and their outfits for sure while I stormed past them going to my room

I looked at Saso on my way with my most venomous glare and said "She did."

I'm not really angry with her, let's face it, Saso will always be herself, and I love her just the way she are. I'm just frustrated from the whole situation, today was supposed to be a happy day not 'I want the living room's floor to open wide up and swallow me' day. It is the last day of our mid-term exams for God's sake.

"Come on, don't be a drama queen, it's not like he was confessing his undying love to you when I came." Saso said while rolling her eyes.

I felt fire on my cheeks and knew that I was blushing, but I tried to ignore it and snapped "Who said anything about love? I just want him to see me as an adult, is that so hard for you to let it happen?!"

She looked at me apprehensively, "Really? But what is the fun in that?" she tapped her fingers on her chin as if thinking and then said "Ohhh, I totally forgot, you are anti-fun, why else would you have loved an old man?"