Kinza
My heart ached as I sat on the bench bruised. The handsome face of that weirdo who was supposed to be that man who kidnapped me started circling my mind. He was a coward, an idiot. I was also a coward, and an idiot, if I wasn't I wouldn't be letting my cousins from Peshawer on my mom side keep hurting my dad's feelings like that.
Layla was giving me so many calls. I like ignoring her, and plus I left my phone in the car. I wasn't hating on sherry at the moment but feeling bad for him. Mamma was gonna be saying so many bad things to him. I don't care, I really don't he's a bitch. But I do.
Why is it that I always get stuck with idiots, why can't every husband be like Babba or Arsal. Why do there have to be wives like Jhiya or Mama.
Such caring husbands, such ungrateful wives. Why?