Broken Apart

chapter one

I swing my hands up in the air dancing to my favourite song and singing along, I got tired and sit down on the floor of my room panting. Amina bang the door of my room, I just watched her without uttering a word, she sit down at the edge of my bed looking at me and laughing like she has seen a mad woman, I ignored her and went inside the bathroom to take a shower, when I was through with the bathroom, I came out and found the room empty wondering where Amina has gone to. I shrugged my shoulders and sat on the stool opposite my dressing mirror,I rubbed lotion on my body and wore faded blue jeans and pink top,I went downstairs and went straight to the kitchen cause I was hungry I took yogurt from the fridge and cookies, I went to the living room and found Amina watching, smack her head "this girl your life will end watching movies" she just smiled and continued watching without sparing me a glance. i took the cup I used to the kitchen and went back to my room; I just sit and started thinking

"if Muhammad really loves me he would have called or text even once and now it's almost a month Without communicating with him,this is not fair at all"

my phone rings; got me out of my thoughts, I checked the caller to my surprise it's Muhammad;why is he calling me? I just picked the call

Muh:hey babe, how are you?

Iqr: I'm fine

Muh: how's your day?

Iqr: cool

Muh: I just called to ask you, will you go on a date with me?

Iqr: when?

Muh: tomorrow

Iqr:I don't think I can make it

Muh: why?

Iqr: I'll be busy tomorrow

Muh: ok next tomorrow

Iqr: I'm  going to school

Muh: what of next week

Iqr: I don't think I can make it Muhammad

Muh:what?why?

Iqr:because you don't care about me

Muh:no babe it's not like I don't care

Iqr:then what?

Muh:I was busy

Iqr:you're always busy I know;you don't have time to call me, but you always claim you love me and want me to be your wife,Is this the true love?
is this how you want me to believe you and your words? I had sleepless nights because of you thinking if you're alright;I'll call you ,you won't pick my calls and you won't call back,what kind of boyfriend are you,ok let me say a careless boyfriend right?

Muh:babe I'm sorry

Iqr:you always apologise but never change your attitude

Muh:baby I'm  sorry, please my Queen , you know I can't live without you

Iqr:whatever save your sorry's to yourself pls

Muh:haba mana masoyiya(pls my love)
Iqr:whatever

I ended the call and tossed the phone on my bed with my teary eyes, why would he be doing this to me, am I not worth loving,I fell on my bed thinking; I still can't let him go I really love him,
I wipe my tears and took my phone to dial Muhammad's number when his call came,
I picked the call and kept quite waiting for him to start talking

Muh:baby am sorry pls

Iqr: it's okay Muhammad am sorry too

Muh: I know I offended you but am sorry