A Cold Day In Hell-ON HOLD

ch>8- ****

Across the globe,
you far away, but your heart stays right here with me. Baby.......
If I could turn back the hands of time,
I would freeze the clocks and start all over.
I would love you all the way just like I should.
Every minute without you, feels like torture.
~torture ~
☆Austin mahone

Jawahir p.o.v.
I walked straight in, after gathering all the courage in the world to meet everyone in.
The thought of them getting disappointed at me scares the living day light out of me.
There was mum sitting on the living room couch, looking disturb.
"Mum", I whispered.
She stood up, excited and hugged me and then changed her express in a minute.
Bam!!, I felt mum's hand on my cheeks.
Tears began to amass on my eyes but I tried hard not to let it fall.
"Don't you there scare us" said mum Crying.
I didn't know when I started crying also .
This is my mum, who will bend any storm just to make me happy, but I kept on disappointing her.
I know am not the perfect daughter but i should atleast have acted like one.
Allah.
"Sannun ki (well done )"said dad
And I heard my heart pounds.
"Dad" I muttered.
"I'm s...."
"No need to say anything now,
Just go to your room and freshen up.
We will talk in the morning during breakfast" ordered dad quite calm.
Allah na gode, mah. (Thank you God).
As I reach my room I found oum kulthum sitted by the bedside placing one of her leg over the other., looking tense.
"Kin kyauta (you have tried)" said oum kulthum bluntly.
"What ?"I asked.
Is this some new format of greeting.
"Kin fini sani(oh you know too well) "said oum kulthum .
"Look am in no mood to argue, or talk .
Please leave , I need to sleep now" I asked quite rudely.
"Tsk..Tsk. .Tsk. ."
Said oum kulthum as she bangs the door on her way out..
"What ever" I muttered.
I took a shower , wear my pyjamas and laid down on the bed, I couldn't sleep I kept rolling, changing my position from left to right, but I wasn't able to sleep.
I stood up and left for oum kulthum's room.

She stood there just staring at me with out uttering a word.
I felt guilty, I froze and stare back unable to say anything.
"Oum am so sorry" I muttered finally.
She raised her brow on me.
"I mean it", I assured her.,
She hugged me and then muttered am sorry too ,to my ears.
"I love you oum kulthum".
Come sit let's talk said oum as she motioned me to her bedside.
I sat as told , and so did she.
"Jawahir if you were to be in someone else's shoe , I would be furious at you, you know why?" She asked.
I nodded my head down, signifying no.
"Of course you won't" teased.
"It's not because you rejected my brother but the manner in which you rejected was awful.
You acted as if his a demon or a monster" , frowns oum.
I open my mouth to talk but she stopped me.
"Today ,I do the talking and you listen" she said.
"I know you have a boyfriend that you love and I support you, still it was wrong of you to act like you did, at first it seemed ok, but I was wrong to think so" .
"Now, it's up to you to correct everything, go to mum labiba and dad jabir and confess your love for Saif to them" I advice.

Let them understand.
"Then we will know how to deal with my mum, without making a fuzz. Daddi, will not be offend as far your parent approach her maturely which I know they will after hearing your appeal".

My heart melt as I heard oum's little speech.
She was right, I acted immature,towards Bukar's proposal, my parents, infact concerning everything.
"Ok, thank you for being a great friend oum kulthum".
She smiled at me, and we both giggled , knowing no matter how bad a situation is we have each other to shed light on it.
"No matter what , our bond will never be broken", said oum kalthum
"Not even love?" I asked , almost feeling guilty.
"Of course said oum kulthum" as she embraced me.

"Will you mind taking a milk" asked oum.
Milk?
What does milk has to do with this then I remembered she was about to take it when I came.
"It's getting late, let's sleep" I said avoiding her question.
"No way , we'll do that after a glass of milk , moreover it's good to the health" said oum .
"No, am ok . You have it" .
"No, you keep rejecting people's offer lately", said oum getting irritated by my action.
"Ok, ok ,ok you win, I'll have a glass of milk before going to bed" I said.
Seriously no one is as persistent as oum, not even me I thought.
Oum brought out a pack of milk, and serve the pair of us.

After taking a gulp, I found oum laughing at me, I wonder what she founds so funny,
She kept on laughing towards me and I getting embrass.
After what seem like an eternity of pleading to her to share why she's laughing.
I got annoyed knowing she's laughing over my sudden mustache made of milk.

I also joined her and we laughed till we had nothing else to do but sleep.

I lay down beside oum kulthum covering the duvet over me,
As I closed My eyes, my phone began to buzz.,
"Who's this now" I almost yell, getting frustrated.
As I reach out for my phone, I felt it been given to me,
It was oum.
I smiles at her, as she turns to sleep off.
It was Saif calling.
Hey Saif I said after picking the call.
Saif called to know how I was doing and how everything was,
He joked about it of course as expected.
That's one of the many reasons why I love my honey boo.
Only Saif knows how to shed light in the most darkest situations followed by my dearest oum.
We chatted for quite a long time on the phone before we both slept off.
I slept in oum kulthum's room.

I woke up past 5, in the morning and woke oum too , for subr.
We both offered our subr and made some du'as before heading back to sleep.