chapter 8: Shopping
"So, you're going shopping then huh?" asked Yahya as he lay on my bed throwing a ball in the air.
I rolled my eyes from my mirror as I fixed my hijab.
"Yes, I am. Not that I want to, but aunt Ruqaiya thinks I need a dress for my engagement party on friday," I sighed.
"Don't know why I can't wear something I already own" I muttered under my breath.
Yahya chuckled .
"What's so funny?" I asked as I moved around trying to find my purse.
"Well, I was just thinking how many men would love to hear that statement from the mouth of their future bride or wife," he smiled.
I rolled my eyes.
"You know spending money isn't what every girl thinks of doing with her time" I laughed.
"Right...sure, spending money is all women think about. Let's be honest" he argued.
"Your wrong, we think of other thinks...and everyone like to buy new things," I huffed.
"So your statement is wrong," I added walking over to my bed and flicking his nose.
He swatted at my hand as he gave me a lopsided smile.
"You're just not normal, so you aren't included in that statement," he grinned.
"Your an idiot. I'm a woman so of course I would be included," I replied grabbing a light blue jacket to go over my white blouse and black skirt .
"See... that... I'm not sure about. Are you really a female?" he asked with a critical look.
I chucked a pencil on my table at him as I walked out the door.
"You really are an idiot," I called behind me as I made my way to the kitchen.
I smiled at his childishness. My smile quickly faded. It had been a week since I had talked to the agents. And every day, I kept seeing that dead nasty looking finger right before my eyes. I hadn't gone to school all week I didn't think I could stomach it. So I stayed home and Yahya brought me my work . As I walked into the kitchen I found my dad sitting at the table with a mug of coffee sipping and staring off into space.
"Dad," I said gently
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at me.
"Oh? Hey kid, you excited to go off shopping with your aunt?" he asked putting on a smile.
I forced a smile as well.
"Yup isn't that just me the most crazed shopaholic you know," I said in my most girly voice.
He laughed, it was strained and weak.
"That darling is something you most definitely are not," he chuckled.
I walked up and patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry so much dad. I'm fine and I have faith that I'll be fine and everything will be ok. In the meantime let's just not worry about something that hasn't happened yet ok?" I asked.
He smiled.
"What would I do without you?" he asked kissing me on the cheek.
I smiled and looked at the door when it rang.
"Oh joy, here we go," I muttered.
He chuckled.
I opened the door to find aunt Ruqaiya standing there with the biggest smile etched on her face.

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