Demons of My past

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Yunus POV

I was unable to focus. Everything I began this morning seemed to lose meaning after a few minutes. I sighed running a hand through my hair. It couldn't be that I was getting engaged to Zainab tomorrow. Technically...or Islamically speaking I would be her husband. The thought had both a good and a bad feeling.

"If it isn't my favorite cousin," boomed a loud voice

I looked up to find Noah walking through the door with a huge grin. I smiled back.

"Aren't I your only cousin?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"On my father's side. My mother, Lord knows how many cousins I have on that side," he grinned.

" So .....It seems to me that you're a bit distracted," he said leaning against the wall next to my desk..

"I'm not distracted... just busy," I clarified.

"Oh yes, busy... I can clearly see that. Can't I?" he laughed.

I turned around to face him with a glare. Even though I loved Noah like an older brother he could be annoying.

"Stop beating around the bush and spit out what you want to say," I replied leaning back in my chair .

"Well I don't know, I mean any guy would be distracted , a bit nervous, or scared the day before getting married" he smiled

"I ain't getting married tomorrow, just engaged" I said

"Oh please, you know as well as I that according to Islam,you my friend will be a married man," he chuckled

" Let me give you one little advice on marriage..." he began.

I cut him off.

"I don't need advice from you believe me. You're the last man I would seek advice from" I sighed.

"You hurt me" he pouted.

I rolled my eyes.

"When are you ever going to grow up? you're a father, shouldn't you be more mature?" I asked.

" I can be mature... when I want," he huffed.

"Right", I sighed going back to my computer.

"But tell me what kind of girl is Zainab?" he asked, coming around to sit in front of me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What is she like?" he asked leaning towards my desk.

I shrugged.

"She is... pretty... I guess," I said offhandedly.

"You guess, what kind of an answer is that? Didn't you know this girl since you were eight or something?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ya, I did. But we weren't close or anything like that," I said.

" Why not? you knew you would end up marrying her right?" he challenged.

" Look, when I was growing up, she was just a girl I saw around a lot. A talkative, clumsy, crybaby that was bothersome. But now she is the opposite of everything she was. She is more mysterious than anyone I know. There are secrets she is hiding or keeping and it's driving me crazy not knowing" I sighed as a I ran hand through my hair.

"So you care about her?" he asked with a smile.

I frowned.

"I don't know if I do, but I know I don't hate her like I used. In a way there is this need to secure her from her troubles, I know I never felt like that about Halima," I shrugged.