It's been 2 hours since Mrs. Asad said Selena will arrive at two. And it's been one hour since Amelia corrected her that she comes around 4. The initial plan of Mrs. Asad dropping her kids to the expo and Aariz and his siblings reaching there have been out of the window a while ago. And now they all are sitting in Mrs. Asad's apartment with both Mr. Asad and Mr. Hafeez, unaware of it, busy at their work.
If Aariz has to explain Mr. Asad's apartment in one word, that would be a garden. Waiting for Selena to come home he is done counting all the plants present in their living room. The two maroon big pots sitting together in the living room on the right of the beige two-seater sofa. Across the two-seater sofa, there are two more two-seater sofas sitting side by side on the khaki, beige, and red-colored thick carpet with floral patterns. Besides the two sofas in the corner near the balcony door is a side table holding a white plant pot with green-purple leaves growing in it. On the same table is a big jute water hyacinth vase with pink, red, and white fake flowers.
Across the two sofas is the TV and below that is the TV table standing to the left of the two-seater beige sofa. The TV table also holds plants. A black pot from Homes R Us has fake red and white roses with dark green velvety leaves. A bigger clear glass vase holding more fake red and white flowers with light green leaves. While the smaller clear glass textured vase has fresh red roses cut in slant soaking in water filling the half of the vase.
He sighs opening his Instagram. He scrolls down to find her name. Staph Aureus. Yes. The first time she messaged him last year he couldn't believe his eyes. After all those years of ignoring his existence, she comes around to say hello just because he got into medicine and to promote a website she is a member of.
He runs his hands through his hair as he scrolls up the chats. The time when they shared voice notes. The phase where she spammed him with reels. Medical reels. He looks up lost in his tangled thoughts.
His last message, "Relax!" to her long paragraph of freaking out because of exam anxiety. She does seem to paint a good drama. He rolls his eyes. But how dare she leave him on seen. She should at least have liked his reply.
Now is not the time to contemplate the past. Just message her to come home. Everyone is waiting for her.
Come home. He types but then deletes it recalling how she removed him from her followers' list. How he could one day suddenly not see her stories. She won't see my message. He thinks and gets up.
He peeps into the kids' bedroom where Amelia was pacing around with handouts in her hand and a blue chalk in the other. He walks further into the room to see the dark brown wardrobe door covered with organic chemistry equations.
Nuha who had been engrossed in her phone looks up. "Who gave you permission to enter the room?"
"I -" Aariz is dumbfounded by the question. "I was just searching for Mrs. Asad." he points his thumb toward the closed door opposite the room and retrace his footsteps out of the room.
Nuha gets back to her phone with her teeth sink in her lower lips chewing it to hide the smirk.
Her to Muzamil:
We are going to the expo today. Any plans?
Muzamil to her:
Alone? Or with friends?
Her to Muzamil:
With fam
Muzamil to her:
They chill about you talking to me?
Her to Muzamil:
Haven't told them. But yeah they maybe. Still... You know we can always get lost in there. No one's gonna know.
Muzamil to her:
Aren't you sneaky ma'am? It's tempting but I must refuse. I have to stay home for the assignment.
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