"Main nachungi-- Aye!" I flash a sly smile at the look on his face, before staring at the screen before me listing the status of all the arriving flights.
"What time is it?" The words roll on my tongue without a second's thought.
"One minute to 3 o clock."
"3.00 PMher flight's going to land. One more minute." I nod at no one in particular, giving myself the much-needed forbearance and strength to hold for 60 seconds more.
"Tu pagal hai? Land hote saath ich aajati Saira? Malum hai na kitne kanthe rehte customs ke."
(Are you crazy? You think she's gonna jump into your arms the instant the plane lands? You know how customs can get.)
Clamming my eyes shut, I groan in response feeling impatience gnaw at me once again as Wajih speaks up.
"Let's go sit for a bit, chal."
"Main promise kara tha, I'll be standing here waiting for you, bolke. I'm not moving." I deny, shaking my head at him and not taking my eyes off the glass door before me.
"Ab main chair leke aana tere liyea special?" He mocks. (Should I bring a chair especially for you?)
"Tu khamush baith na zara, do minute! Keep quiet. You're not helping at all."
Not paying heed to my plea, he tried again. "Acha, ek cigarette phook ke aainge." (Let's go for a quick smoke).
I shake my head, "Cigarette ke smell se welcome karu main uska? Acha dikhta wo?"
(Should I welcome her with the stench of cigarette on me? Will that be nice?)
"Abbah! Ek meri begum, aur ek tu! Dono milke pagal kardo meku." He snapped.
(You and my wife, both are driving me crazy!)
"Ye le, paani pi aur thanda ho." I produce the mini plastic water bottle from my pocket and offer it to him. "Bisleri hai, aapke British body ke vaaste."
(Here, drink some water and calm down. It's Bisleri, by the way, for your British body.)
Wajih clicks his tongue in return. "Drank enough already. Aur piya to bathroom jana pardta. Gande rehte yaha ke."
(I'll have to use the dirty bathroom here if I drink more.)
"Oh? Bete, do saal pehle, tu yehi tha teri poori zindagi. Kiya nakhre karra?"
(2 years ago, you were here your whole life. Did you forget that?)
"Kuch kuch hota hai, Fahad." Taking my hand in his, he puts it against the cold leather jacket right in the center of his chest. "Tum nahi samjho ge."
"Teri biwi peeche hai, uske pass ja. Rehana sab samajh jati" Instead of letting go, my dear best friend flashes me a creepy smile, cradling my hand against his cheek.
(Your wife is right there, go to her. She'll understand everything.)
"Deewane, logan gay samjhinge. Haath chord!" Paying no heed, he pecks my fingers.
(Leave my hand, you psycho. People will think we're gay.)
"Thuu! Sanitize, nahi, acid dalke dhona pardta ab haath meku!" Yanking my hand free from his grip, I rub it on my jeans.
(EWWW! I'll have to sanitize, no, cleanse my hand with acid!)
"Land hogai! Land hogai! Baji ki flight land hogai!" Imran yells, rushing over to us with a big smile on his face. My eyes find the 'Landed' sign on the screen just when I hear Maryam say under her breath.
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