Jerk's Hijabi

Ch# 20 Remembering what you ate.

I took my sweet time in the shower, I don't trust people who showers in 5 minutes. I mean really?! What do you have againts shower and getting clean.

I got out of the shower and dressed in a mint green shalwar Kameez, wrapped my hijab and went out to check on Dawoon and request baba to take him with and most importantly keep an eye on him. We all know how importantly we need someone to keep a watch on Dawood. He's like a 6 year old in a candy store. Not to mention in a foreign land.

I knocked on baba's room, and he called out to come in.
"Mera bacha tyar hogaya. Bohat pyari lag rahi ho. Allah khush rakhay." He said as he kissed my forehead.
(My child is ready. You look very pretty. May Allah keep you happy.)
"Beta meri topi nikal dena daraz mai sai." He said.
(Child, please take out my cap from the drawer.)
"Jee baba." I replied and pulled it out. (Yes, dad.)
"Baba I had a favour to ask, can you please keep an eye on David. Phoppo said that he'll be joining you. I know he's a little difficult to handle but he's Belle's brother." I said to him.
"Don't worry beta (Child) I'll keep an eye on him. He doens't have to go if he doens't want to." He replied.
"I know, he knows too. He wants to go, he'll just keep an eye from the side lines. Learn a thing or two." I replied smiling. 
"Alright, go check and see if he's ready. Your phoppo took out a Kurta for him." Baba said.

I knocked on the door to his room, there he stood with a Kurta a little too large for him and his naara (drawstring from the pyjamas) hanging out, looking as awkward as ever. And I couldn't help out and broke into laughter.
"Yeah, Yeah. Laugh it off. Have fun on my expense. Everyone but you in this country is trying to be nice to me." He said as he tried to fix his kurta.
"Sorry, sorry. Your drawstring is hanging out. It's supposed to go inside your pajamas, not outside." I explained.
"That's better! Straighten out your collar and then you're good to go. Oh! And baba is waiting for you outside." I said.
"You could have started with that! He already hates me enough. It feels like everytime he looks at me he's ready to break a bone or two." He said as he hurriedly looked for socks for his shoes.

Decisions, decisions. He said I wasn't nice. Now, should I be a nice person and warn him about his shoes that he'll have a better chance wearing slippers rather than shoes. Or maybe not? Ah fine! I can feel all of you staring at me to do the right thing.

"Oh Dawoood, it's better to wear slippers. You won't have a proper chance or enough time to take them off." I said pointing at his shoes as soon as he was done tying his lace.
"And can you please show me to a money exchange? And a proper place to shop for clothes?" He asked as he was rushing out of the room not wanting to get on my baba's bad side.
"Sure, since you said please. Now hurry!" I said after him.

It was about an hour and a half later, I had said my prayers, helped Belle unpack and helped phoppo with lunch. Oh and phoppo made Allo kay Parathay (potato filled bread.) When the car honked and baba called out.
"Zeenith beta aakr hath dena." (Zeenith child, I can use a hand)
And I can outside to see what's up.
Baba held a pale Dawood supporting his body up, with blood shot eyes and half his shirt wet.
Phoppo came out rushing as well.
"Ya Allah! Kia hoa is ko?" She asked.
(What happened to him?)
"Ulti ho gai thi issay. Masjid mai logon nai madad ki." He replied.
(He vomited. The people at the mosque helped.)
"Let's take him to bed." I came to action. And lended a hand to get him inside.
"I'll get him some water." I said as we laid him to bed.
"He seems warm." Belle said when I entered the room.
"I'll get the thermometer." I said and went out again. When I came back inside, Dawood was hunched over the toilet throwing up again.

"Daktar ko bula lo. Paraya bacha hai, amanat hai, ziada bemar hogaya to masla ho jai ga." Phoppo said to baba.
(Call the doctor, he's a stranger's kid. Precious to his parents, if he gets even more sick it's going to be a problem.)

The doctor was called and he wrote a few medications plus ordered to give him lots and lots of fluids.
Everyone kept checking on his during the day. Everyone expect me. I felt guilty of feeding him the bun kabab yesterday knowing well enough what will be the outcome. I should have been more careful of what I feed him.

It was after dinner when I came to check on him, the door creeked open and he was sound asleep. I was about to close the door back again when he called out.
"I'm awake, come on in." He said.
"Hey, I just came to check on you. How are you feeling now?" I asked.
"Better than before that's for sure!" He replied.
"You look better than before." I replied.
"Hey! I always look good enough to eat" he boasted.
"Yeah yeah yeah, says the one who threw up all over." I replied.
"Sorry, I didn't come to check up on you earlier." I apologized.
"Don't worry, I'll make you pay that you didn't." He said seriously. And then he laughed out looking at my reaction.
"I'm just kidding, it was a foreign place, I should have been more careful eating anything. Don't worry about it. You can make up for it by taking me out to shop tomorrow though." He said.
"Deal." I replied.

Author's Note:
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