Wabasta | Complete ✔

Chapter 9

"Asad, aapki coffee." Sidra sat down beside him on the sofa after handing him the mug.

"Aman Lahore pahunch gaya khairyat se?"

"Jee, abhi thodi deir pehle hi phone aya tha. Adil gaya tha usey airport pick karne."

"Chalo achha hai. Isi bahane dono bhai kuch din ek saath reh lenge. Suno, tum yaad se Usman ki maa ko phone par congratulate kardena. Shaadi mein shirkat nahi kar sake lekin mubarakbaat toh dey sakte hai."

"Jee bilkul kardungi. Kitni ajeeb baat hai na, bas kuch hi din pehle yeh bacche hamare aangan mein football khel rahe the. Ek doosre sey larte jhagarte, masti mazaak mein kab itne bare hogaye pata hi nahi chala."

Asad smiled in coherence, "Haan bare toh hogaye. Aaj Aman ke dost ki shaadi hai, kal uski bhi hogi. Waise tumne kuch socha hai iss bare mein?"

"Aman ki shaadi ka?" Sidra's expression changed ever so slightly.

He nodded. "6 saal pehle gaya tha MBBS karne ab jaake lauta hai. Iss bar jayega toh pata nahi phir kab mauka milega wapis aane ka. Main soch raha tha, isi chhutti mein uski baat pakki kardoon."

Sidra stopped sipping and looked at her husband in surprise. She wasn't expecting him to bring up the topic again so soon. The last time they had spoken on it was months ago. Back then she had told him that Aman was still in the early phases of his career and they should wait until he establishes himself at the least. But if he was suggesting it again that must mean he had not stopped pondering over it all this while.

"Lekin Asad, mujhe laga humne agree kiya tha ke hum uski shaadi abhi nahi karwayenge. Woh abhi apni residency shuru karne wala hai. Aane wale kuch saal uske liye bohat challenging honge. Hospital ke bahar woh kisi bhi cheez ko waqt nahi de payega. Toh aise mein uske upar itni bari zimmedari daalna kya theek hoga?"

"Areh baba mujhe pata hai humne yeh pehle bhi discuss kiya tha, and I agree with it too. Main kaunsa keh raha hoon ke shaadi abhi karde? Maine toh bas rishta pakka karne ki baat ki. Phir ek, do, ya teen saal, jitna marzi chahe woh waqt le."

Sidra knew him enough to notice the suggestive mannerism in his speech.

"Aapki nazar mein koi larki hai?"

"Hain, isiliye toh keh raha hoon."

"Kaun?"

"Zaysha."

"Haroon bhaisaab ki beti?"

"Haan. Main Haroon se mila tha kuch hafte pehle. Keh raha tha uski beti ke liye rishta dhoond raha hai. Usi waqt usey Aman ka khayal aya aur usne pooch liya. Maine kuch kahan nahi, par uski suggestion mujhe bhi achhi lagi. Zaysha apni Bachelors ki akhri saal main hai. Kuch saalon mein apni masters complete karke kahin bahir settle hona chahti hai. Aman bhi London mein rehta hai, so..."

"Hmmm."

"Kya hmmm? Kuch toh bolo. Main tumse opinion maang raha hoon."

The confusion on her face was evident, but he wanted to know the reason behind it.

"Dekhein Asad, jitna main apne bete ko jaanti hoon woh itni asaani se nahi manega. Phir bhi aap ussey baat karke dekh sakte hai. Uske liye uska career bohat important hai, aur woh iss waqt usi par focus karna chahta hai."

"Wohi toh main keh raha hoon. Abhi woh apni residency kare, shaadi ki koi jaldi nahi hain. Woh jab mentally aur financially tayyar hoga iss responsibility ko uthane ke liye, sirf tabhi hogi shaadi. Lekin agar abhi rishta pakka nahi karenge toh kya pata baad mein koi achha rishta na miley."

"Ab yeh toh main nahi maan sakti ke mere bete ko koi achha rishta nahi milega. Uski kabiliyat aur gair mamooli salahiyaton ko deikh kar koi bhi achha khaandaan uske rishte ke liye haan bol denge."