Page 5 of Storm
“I'm trying to go off curse words.”
She chuckled, and I stomped my foot, trying to make her understand the seriousness of the situation,
“But that’s not the point!”
Umber scoffed in amusement,
“What exactly is the point?”
“That you should have told me he is coming home. I don't want him anywhere near me.” I grumbled like a child. Totally prepared to sit down on the road and wail my lungs out, if she forced me.
“Okay, you can sit at the back.” Umber muttered casually, flipping her hair, which glinted in the sun along with her fair complexion, which was just a little tanned, the way she loved it.
As if, my anger was nothing! Nobody cared about my dear little heart. Freaking idio...Spinach and Apples! The whole lot of them!
What? I hate Spinach and Apples with passion.
“To hell...” I stopped myself in time. “To noodles with the backseat. I have my freaking legs. I can walk tall. I don't need to hide. Nor do I want any favours...Especially not from him!”
“And spoil your skin and hair in this mid-morning heat? Sani, just now in the beauty salon we spent every last penny for this.” She tsked, shaking her head at me, as she quickly wore a hoodie over her jeans and floral top, to protect the beautician’s efforts.
Oh yeah, we had gone to doll up. Getting our hands, legs and faces all plucked and polished as if new. You could actually blink from our shine. That is how radiant we got ourselves done, with everything in our pockets. All for the party we were going to attend the next day.
With everything, I mean every penny from our wallets. The bony looking beautician took it all!
Hence, we did not have the face to go to our respective places and announce to our parents that we drowned everything down the beautician's throat (drain). Therefore, Umber had suggested we come down here to Mr and Mrs Kaazi’s place, which was at a walking distance from the salon, to meet her dear Aunt Sumbul and Uncle Shaamir. It could have been a fruitful visit, as they would have just felt generous to lend us their car, instead of the cab fare.
Alas, her Uncle that is Mr Kaazi was not home along with his car, and her Auntie did not have one of her own.
Pissed off at Umber's failed plan, I did not let her utter a word to Mrs Kaazi, about us being broke and beg for money. Because as smart as I am, my twenty-one year old brain had finally figured out Umber's real plan behind bringing me to this house, which I had not visited in months. Ever since, he had returned from New York.
Umber had cheekily brought me here, after falsely reassuring me he was not home. While, dear Mrs Kaazi informed me, her son was reaching any minute.
Fuming in anger, I made my way towards the cobbled street, when Umber gave me a look of disappointment that elders do so well. Making me feel like a kid who made her dolls bald, and was about to be scolded by Mommy.
Who would have believed Umber was two years younger than I was.
Still not turning around, I took a step forward, but came to a halt hearing her plain, dripping with, ‘you have let me down’ kind of voice,
“Sani Shaad! You do not want to stay here...All right then. But why are you leaving when Auntie has arranged a ride for us?”
“You have arranged it! I can smell it. It was your plan through and through.” I said with clenched jaw, crossing my arms, not getting scared one bit on her calling me by my full name.
“So? You’re refusing to wait just because...”
I turned around not allowing her to finish,
“Don't take his name. It makes me wanna break something.” I grinded my teeth, trying to push down the hurt feelings that emerged again on his mention.
“Break his car. But after he has dropped us home.” Umber rolled her eyes and pulled me back to the side.
She went on sighing heavily,
“For the last time! Why don't you just tell me what is wrong between you two? Why is your relationship so frazzled all of a sudden?”
“Nothing is sudden. Make it a year.” I murmured, my eyes reflecting all the painful memories.
“Right...It’s been more than a year. But I can’t understand, why?”
