Elena's P. O. V
I looked at Faron with a massive grin on my face as he pulled out his car keys. "Are you going to let me drive?"
He looked at me, he let out a laugh. "I don't want to die just yet."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah well I don't want to die of boredom with spending an hour or two with your friends wife."
Faron clicked the button on his car key. "You said you liked her."
I placed my hand on the car door handle. "Mara, mata owaya kala da mo owal wi."
Tell me when I said that.
"Bal wraz de ta owal wi mata." He replied with a grin on his face. "Yada kawa."
The other day you said it to me, remember it.
I rolled my eyes at him, I pulled the handle and opened the car door as he did the same. I sat in the passenger seat because he won't let me drive.
I closed the door and looked at him. "I never said I liked her, I only said I'll tolerate her sometimes."
"Bas, nan kho guzora oka mo pora."
Do it for me today.
"What is in it for me then?"
He took a hold of my hand as he put the key in and turned the engine on. "Bas you'll see."
"You'll let me drive on the way back and I want kebabs too."
He looked at me and let out a soft chuckle. "Only on the way back."
"Kha, I'm the one who made the offer."
I picked up the AUX cord and pulled out my phone from my bag. I connected the cord to my phone.
"What are you doing?" Faron asked as he started to drive.
I went onto spoifty and onto my playlist, then I looked up at him. "Just something, you'll see."
Then the song started to play, Faron just grinned at me. "You are just so.."
"Amazing!"
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She had her baby on her lap as she looked at me with a smile on her."Faron kho der khosla sho ta dalta ralagh yi."
Faron has been so happy since you've come.
I let out a fake chuckle and smiled. "Agha khaza kho yama."
I am his wife.
She let out a laugh. "My pashto has improved hasn't it?"
"Yeah well it was bound to as not everyone always can speak to you in urdu." I replied as I picked up the glass of water in front of me on the table.
"Yeah, his mom was getting sick of that."
"Aunty's nice."
"She's not."
"Well everyone has their own experiences about everyone." I said as I took a sip of my drink, trying to hid my annoyance from her.
How long was Faron going to take?
As on cue, Faron walked in with his friend, Naeem. He looked at me, knowing I wanted to leave ASAP.
He grinned and both of them walked over to us, Naeem sat by his annoying wife and Faron sat by me.
Faron looked at me. "How is it?" He whispered as he turned his gaze to the table.
I plastered a smile on my face. "You know how it is, just you wait." I whispered as I decided to nug him in the rib.
"Ow!" Faron whispered. "Why?"
Naeem took his baby off Iqra and looked at me as he held him in his arms. "Do you want to hold him?"
"Are you sure it's okay?"
He nodded then I nodded, he walked over to me and handed me his baby. I cradled him in my arms and looked at him. "Sta pa shanti de Naeem."
He looks like you
"Khana." Naeem replied with a smile on his face as he sat back with his wife. "Hars sok dasi owaya da mustafa plar pa shanti de."
Everyone says that mustafa looks like me.
Mustafa smiled at me as he began to close his eyes. I smiled and looked up to see Faron just staring at us with a warm smile on his face.
"I'll have him now." Iqra said with harsh tone. "He's going to sleep, I need him."
"Erm.. yeah sure."
She came closer and took him off me, she sat next to her husband. "So when do we except a baby from you two?"
"Iqra!" Naeem said in a stern tone.
I placed my hand on Faron's knee, he coughed and looked at Naeem. "Pa kaar de mung os lar sho."
We should go.
"Damra late kho na de." Naeem replied as he looked at us both.
It isn't that late.
"Mung kho lag karona shta." I said as Faron got up. "We should go and inshallah we'll come again."
We have some things to do.
"You better come or we'll come after you." Iqra said with a smile on her face as I got up and stood by Faron. "We'll have a day out."
The hell I am going out with her.
I let out a chuckle. "Sure, just tell Naeem to text Faron when."
We began to walk to the door with Naeem behind us, we stopped at the door then Naeem came in front and opened the door. We said our byes.
We walked to the car, I stood by the passenger door and looked at Faron." Can I drive now? "
"Really?
"I just sat there with annoying Iqra for a long time as you went off with Naeem."
Faron let out a chuckle. "Sure but what are you going to tell Baba if someone sees you?"
That I didn't think of. "Urgh, just open the door button thingy."
Faron clicked the button on the key, I opened the door and sat inside as Faron did the same.
I picked up the AUX cord and connected my phone, the pashto songs began to play.
Faron took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me then he began to drive.
His phone pinged.
"Sok di?" He asked as his eyes were focused on the road and his one hand was on my thigh.
Who is it?
"Mata sa pata da?" I replied as I looked at him.
How do i know?
"Gora khana."
Look.
I rolled my eyes at him, I tapped his phone to see a text message from Nassar.
Nassar - Kala kor ta razi?
"It's Nassar, he said when are we coming home?"
"Nassar ta owaya da mung pa lari yawo, wele?" Faron replied as he stopped at red light.
Tell Nassar we are on the way, why?
"I'll text excalty that."
To Nassar - Mung pa lari yawo, wele?
Faron kissed my cheek ever so quick, I looked up from his phone and looked at him. "What was that for?"
"Ahh Jananaaaaa...." Faron began to sing to the song which was on, he squeezed my thigh as his hand was there.
With his other hand, he turned the sound more loud and placed his hand on the steering wheel. Then he moved his other hand on the gearstick.
His phone pinged again.
I opened the message.
Nassar - Ase tapoos mo kawo o wai khabari korm
Nassar - Rayanna is so pretty.
"What the fuck?" I said as I looked at the message, with my other hand, I turned down the song and the car began to move.
"Why did you do that for?"
"Cause your idiot brother is starting to like Rayanna."
"Which one?"
"Nassar."