Spend in the way of your Lord. It doesn't have to be only monetarily. It could be your time, talents, skills, and abilities. Use them for His Cause.
'You went shopping. That's your excuse?' Nicole gives her friend a flat look. She puts her arm over her chair and mentally wills her friend to pour out the details.
'Yes Nicole. I went shopping with my mom and sister.' Bela convinces. She's trying to translate the paper work Talha so kindly emailed yesterday. She clicks backspace on her computer for the umpteenth time and tries again.
'That doesn't make sense though! Why would you just randomly go shopping?' Bela bites her cheek. How do I explain this without giving anything away? I don't think I can do that.
'Does it really matter?' Hopefully reverse psychology will work.
'Uh yes. You missed a whole day of Spicy Mr. Jabir to go shopping. There's something seriously wrong with that.' Nicole comments with utmost confidence that Bela stares at her with her mouth ajar.
'Spicy Mr. Jabir?' The translator says in a quieter tone while looking around to see if anyone else heard her. Apparently not. Interestingly enough, Talha didn't come in as early as she did. It's almost 10:30 and he's still missing in action. It's one of the reasons why Nicole is so relaxed and has managed to put off her tasks to sit and chat with Bela. 'Are you crazy?'
'Oh come on. Yes I'm scared of him but he is something to look-'
'Nicole.'
'Bela don't tell me you haven't admired him a little bit.' Admire? Admire you say? Oh if you knew admire... Bela no! She taps the keys a bit harder. Nicole points at her friend in accusation.
'You're nuts I swear.'
'Not really.' She giggles and spins in her rolling chair like she doesn't have a care in the world.
'You've lost it.'
'Says the woman who's got him wrapped around her finger.' Bela stops typing and raises an eyebrow at her friend.
'I really hope, you don't mean what I think you mean.'
'Oh I definitely mean what you hope and think, I don't mean.' Bela does a face palm. 'I notice the tension around you two.' She says in a tone matching Her friend's. Okay this is bad. I need to tell her about Kareem. No she'll tell everyone. No she won't. I need to let some information out.
'Nicole, you're overreacting. There's someone in my life already.' There, that should do it. She begins tapping at the keyboard at a more comfortable pace now. Reading the letters fluently and trying her best to ignore the shocked face beside her.
'There is? Who? What's his name?' Here we go.
'Someone Nics.' She scoots closer to Bela's desk and stares at the side of her face.
'Aw come on! You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me to be quiet.' Exactly, how foolish of me.
'Just a special someone I'll be meeting tomorrow.'
'What?! So are you dating?' Her tone is more hushed.
'Nope.'
'Why not?' She's confused.
'Uh- I don't date.'
'So then who is he?'
'Uh, he's a pilot.' Stall. Say anything but his name and personal stuff. I wonder how long I can keep this up.
