Brewing storms

"Waters that flowed the east, lapping rage

the west waves rested, in quiet tides

and they defied to collide.

And they drowned"

All the image of male centred around her father, selfish. two-faced. untruthful. and he exuded all three.

She perceived an aberration from Fareed. It wasn't her faulty perception. It was an atypical composure in concealing a crookedness he didn't want her to see with his smile. the way it was plastered and glued on his face. It was unnatural, not even a party clown would maintain such a face for long, his cheek already red must be hurting from the fake smile just to get a good tick from her, that he was 'the guy' and it made her wonder the base of the whole setting. who called him anyways. he brought himself. He had showed up unannounced, knocked her up with several texts, rang her phone that he was few treks away from their lodge room, so close he could see the doorknob from the place he stood. He didn't come to see his cousin, he came for her.