Beloved

2.

'Yes?' He cleared his throat and continued to stare at me, waiting for me to speak.

'I...I am Ayat...Ayat Amir.' I introduced myself.

'So?' He glared back at me. So? He remembered me. From his bluntness, I could tell he was upset with me.

'I am sorry I was late...there was...' I started to speak but he cut me off.

'Please don't waste my time with pointless excuses. Make sure it doesn't happen again' He said it in an assertive tone.

'You didn't even listen to what I have to say' I pointed out.

'And I don't have to. Time is money Ms.Ayat. If you don't respect it, I am afraid this training program isn't for you' He turned around and started sorting out some paperwork that was laying on the table. Maybe he was done talking, but I wasn't.

'This isn't about me being late, it's about this morning, isn't it? That's why you are saying these things to me to make me feel bad. I apologized to you for coming late even though it wasn't my fault...I got late because there was some construction going on the way...but despite that, I apologized to you but if you expect me to say sorry to you about this morning then it's not going to happen. It is not considered decent when a guy follows a girl like that...maybe where you are from it's not a big deal but in small towns, it is considered wrong. If I would have let you call me whatever it was that you called me this morning, someone else would have done the same thing. My sister was there and she was watching, I don't want her to walk away quietly when someone calls her or follows her. I wanted to show her how to deal with these types of situations. I know your intentions weren't bad but believe me, catcalling and harassing happens to a lot of girls and at that time, it felt a lot like that.' I finished speaking. His back was still turned on me but I noticed he had stopped doing whatever that he was doing by the table.

'I just wanted you to know that...I won't be late next time' I said loudly and exited the room. I didn't know why I said what I said but I knew I had to tell him something or else he was going to keep being rude to me. I still didn't know if what I said to him was going to make any difference but at least I was satisfied. I picked up the half-empty coffee cup that I had left on the bench to throw away and just as I turned around, I bumped into Mr. Hamza again.

'I am...' I freaked out. There were coffee stains all over his shirt.

'Are you kidding me?' He yelled and I almost jumped.

'So...sorry, I really didn't mean to...I have some tissues, wait.' I opened my bag and took out some tissues and handed it over to him. It made no difference. The stains were there on his crisp white shirt like splashes of wet dirt. He looked at me with so much anger that I felt like if he continued to look at me, his eyes will pop out of his head.

'I'll get you a new shirt...or pay you for this one or get it dry cleaned' I offered.

Instead of replying to me, he stormed off, leaving me with a few ounces of guilt, a hint of frustration, and one empty coffee cup.

'How was the orientation?' Papa asked me during dinner. He was a vice principal in an elementary school that was close to our home. He used to be a science teacher in his early days. Whatever I knew, I knew it because of him. He was my father, my mother, my friend, and my biggest supporter.

'It went well' Sort of...actually not really. In fact, it went pretty bad, but he didn't need to know that. I didn't want to make him worry.

'Where is Haya?' Papa asked me.

'She is studying for her test tomorrow' I told her.

'I tell her to start studying days before the test but she never listens' He shook his head.

'It's okay, she still gets good marks. She is doing great in school' I assured him and he nodded.

'I get worried for her...I don't know how I am going to handle her after you leave...she is too dependent on you' He told me.

'She'll be fine... besides...there is still time' I held my breath. The thought of marriage seemed scary to me. Before my mother passed away two years ago, she wanted to see me engaged. During that time, one of her friends asked her for my hand in marriage for her son and my mother agreed. His name was Zaid. He was around my age, he was doing MBA and belonged to a nice family. That's all I knew about him. I got engaged to him before my mother passed away and his family suggested that we should get married after I graduate from university. I only met Zaid during holidays or special events, around family members of course and even during those times, we hardly spoke to each other.

'I regret it Ayat, I feel like we threw you into this relationship. We were so scared when your mother fell sick and we just did things to make her happy and now that she is gone, I know you are not happy with this decision. I see it in your eyes' Papa brought up the same topic once again.

'Your marriage was arranged' I reminded him.

'It was different then...I want you to be with someone who will make you happy' He said.

'Maybe that person is Zaid' I said. I wasn't in love with Zaid, honestly speaking, I didn't even know what love was and maybe Zaid didn't love me either but there was respect between us and that was just as important to me as love.

'Maybe and maybe not. I just want to let you know that there is still time, just don't be afraid Ayat. If you think you'll be happy with Zaid, then I'll support you and if you think he is not the one I want you to tell me that too...okay? No matter when that happens' He looked at me. That's why I loved my Papa the most in the world. I was the lucky one. Maybe Allah knew that my mother wasn't going to be with us for long, that's why he gave me such an amazing father who was not just my father but also someone who knew what was going on in my heart even before I could even figure it out myself.

'Thanks Papa' I got up from my seat and kissed his forehead.

'I can't study anymore...I don't care if I fail tomorrow' Haya made her grand entrance in her bright pink polka dot pajamas and sat down next to me and started eating out of my plate. My father's smile grew bigger.

'She was the adopted one huh Papa?' I winked at him and pushed my plate in front of her and she rolled her eyes at me.

'Pass me more rice' She ordered and we went on with the night. 

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