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CHAPTER #8
Days passed and everything was good in between me and zafar. He was normal now and me too.
I love him, yes I love him a lot but I still didn't confess it to him.
"look look, this is me" zafar was showing me his family photo album
"aww you're so cute"
"yeah! Now you know" he smirked at me
I took out my tongue as if to tease him
"and in this one look, I spilled the juice and I was crying so much"
Uff! He was so cute.
I slowly planted a kiss on his cheek and hid my face in his chest.
"we can find more in the storeroom"
"really? Let's go then"
I was excited!
He took me to the storeroom... It was so dusty.
"when was the....(cough) when was the last time this....(cough) storeroom was last visited?"
"I have no idea.....by seeing, it looks like many days or maybe months"
We both went in. There were loads of old things.
"some of these things do not even belong to us you know but we somehow used these as second hand, like this, look at this toy"
He showed me a latthu (rotating top).
"my cousin brother and I used to play with this"
I took it in my hand to observe it. It was small and rather cute.
"ohh look"
I looked where he was pointing
"there's a book"
"which one?"
I thought it might be a novel
"it's a photo album hafsa, not every book is a novel"
I rolled my eyes
He handed it to me.
I came out of the storeroom to open the book and see but when I opened I was shocked.... THERE WERE NO PHOTOS!!!
Only one was there. It was a photo of a family with their infant.
It looked like it was a girl.
"zafar... Zafar come here"
"yes?"
"this woman doesn't look like your mother"
He laughed
"what?"
"because that little girl isn't me"
He couldn't stop his laugh... He was laughing and water was coming out of his eyes
"ok ok enough... It happens sometimes"
"yeah my love" still laughing softly he kissed my cheek. I smiled
"ok so if this picture isn't yours then whose can it be because neither you have a sister to say this is your family in the picture or... Or..."
"can it be dadi's photo with phuppu?"
"then where is your father?"
"he is younger than phuppu"
"really?" I couldn't believe that because his phuppu had an eleven year old boy, if you remember salman..
"I know what you're thinking" we sat on the stools which came out of the storeroom junk
"when my father was married, phuppu had one daughter who now is married and she is settled abroad now with her husband.....she also has a son who is staying in hostel in another city for his studies, my buddy, and last one is salman who is the youngest.......even though he is quite grown up, he is still treated as if he is a baby because he is the youngest"
"ohhhh so that's the thing.... Then I think it can be dadi but the photo doesn't seem that old"
"but still who knows"
"let's go ask.....come with me" I took him along with me
"dadiii! May I come in?" I asked permission before entering her room.
"yes yes come in..... Ohh Zafar's also with you... Lovely!"
"dadi we wanted to ask you something" zafar said
"yeah we found this photo in the storeroom, is it yours?"
I showed the photo to her
"ohh these children of nowadays... Wherever you maybe but you don't stay at a single place...... Where are my glasses?"
"here" zafar handed them to her which were kept on the shelf
"hmmm let's see...... No this is not me"
She laughed
"really? Then who could it be?"
"I don't know dear"
We both left the room. Zafar seemed disappointed but I think this was interesting. A photo in the storeroom which doesn't belong to family? Maybe it has something to do with the previous owners. I'll ponder into it but for now it was lunch time!!
Ting tong.......
I just finished my lunch when the doorbell rang.
Zafar's mom got up to open the door
"no no you sit... I'll see who it is... You eat"
"allah bless you dear"
His mom was sweet. I liked her.
I opened the door and it was a man... He was the security guard maybe.
"yes?"
"some people are here to visit you"
"let them in"
It was my family!!
"ammi abba.... Donkeyheadd!!! Assalamualaikum"
I hugged my mom and dad while samreen was blabbering because I called her donkeyhead.
"walaikumassalam how are you?"
"alhamdulillah I am so fine...I am so happy to see you!! When did you return?"
"we just returned last week"
I called them in.
Everyone greeted my family. Everyone had finished their lunch by that time.
"we are so happy to see you here, please come and sit"
They all talked while zafar and I were inside.
"your parents are here... You must have missed them"
"umm.... Not much" I said shrugging
"oh really?"
"yeah....you don't let me miss anyone"
I slowly winked at him
"awhoo" he laughed teasingly at me
"what?"
"so it means you'll miss me?"
I slowly hid my face in his chest. I could hear his heartbeat
"yes, a lot..... Never leave me again"
"never" he kissed me
After some while, my mom called out
"we are leaving"
"stay some time more" I insisted
"no beta, we have to leave.... Could you come to home tomorrow?"
"tomorrow? Yeah I'll try"
"ok then take care... Allah hafiz"
We all said them allah hafiz and they left.
Now what disturbed me again and again was that photo. It was none of the family members then whose can it be? And why would the previous owners leave all their things like this if they had to leave in the end?
It worried me....because no one leaves their things behind which are precious to them....like a photo album.
Wait? Where were the other photos in the album? Did the owners take it? But then they could have taken the whole album!
It seemed like the owners only wanted photos, not the album.
Strange people!
I'll look into this but first I have to say it to zafar.
"zafar!!!!"