"Here is her file." I handed George the file of one of our
patients.
It was a beautiful morning today. It had snowed today.
But, the thought of not meeting Daniyal for so long was
making me uneasy. This morning when I woke up Mama
informed me that Daniyal had gone to visit some friends. I
tried calling him once but he didn't receive it.
I decided to make myself some coffee so I walked towards the
cafeteria.
I kept my mug on the hot plate switch and pushed the button
on. It didn't work. I frowned. Did they not get it fixed?
The first time I came here it didn't work back then too. Such a
prestigious hospital and useless coffee machines.
What if the rest of the machines are like it too? The ventilator?
My eyes widened thinking of those patients.
I pressed the button again this time a little harshly.
I walked to one of the tables and sat down. I saw a nurse walk
by and she made herself some coffee from that machine. Yeah,
that's right. The same machine which wasn't working a
minute ago.
I tried it again. I pressed the button harshly. It didn't work.
"Has this machine blacklisted me or something?"
I smacked my palm against the counter and then immediately
regretted it. I turned around and saw him standing there. I
laughed lightly.
He walked past whilst smiling and shaking his head. He
walked up to the coffee machine and simply switched on the
electrical wall switch. The machine started to work instantly
and I stood there embarrassed.
"Are you alright? Is it my presence that makes you forget
everything and lose your sanity?" he asked me with an
amused expression.
I scoffed.
"Yeah right. You make my heart go crazy." I replied
sarcastically.
He chuckled.
I moved forwards and grabbed my coffee.
"How are you doing today?" I took a sip of my coffee and
peeked at him. He looked uncomfortable. He was trying to
adjust his collar as if struggling to breathe. He looked pale.
"Are you okay?" I held out my arms for support. As soon as I
did that he turned around.
"Are you..." He collapsed on me. I grabbed him in my arms.
The mug dropped from my hand.
"Azaan."
"Azaan." I patted his cheek.
No response.
What the hell?
"Azaan." I literally slapped him. By this time a few people had
gathered and I looked around for nurses.
"Can someone please call a nurse or a doctor?" I looked at the
people standing in front of us.
A few nurses bought a wheel chair and I helped him up. He
was heavy. They took him inside the general doctor's ward. I
waited outside.
My mood was already sour because I hadn't seen Daniyal for a
whole day and a half. It wasn't a big deal but it was almost like
he was avoiding me. And now this. What happened to him?
After a while the doctor came out. He informed me that it was
nothing but exhaustion.
I went inside the ward. He was talking to someone on a call.
The curtain was covering him.
"Chill, daddy. Your son is all young and healthy." I heard his
deep and cheery voice. It made me smile.
I shifted the curtain to the side harshly.
He looked up startled.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, perfectly alright." he grinned.
"So, you did that that purposefully?" I raised my eyebrow.
"What?"
"Falling in my arms." I grinned.
He chuckled deeply. His dark locks fell over his forehead and I
reached forward and pushed them back. My fingers lingering
in his hair longer than necessary. He was staring at me
quietly. I stepped away when a nurse walked in.
His hair felt so soft.
"You're really beautiful." I heard him say and I looked up
surprised. But that wasn't meant for me.
The nurse was a lady in her thirties probably. She giggled
softly.
"I am married. My husband is a wrestler." she spoke whilst
giving him an injection.
"I see that I have a tough competition. Do I stand a chance in
front of him?" he grinned and looked at me.
"Must you always?" I asked him angrily.
"What?" he looked confused.
"Flirt with older women."
"Alright, I will keep in mind to flirt with younger women next
time. Thanks for the advice, Romi." he laughed lightly.
"Do whatever the hell you want." I muttered and walked away.
I was drafting a file for George when I heard a knock.
"Come in."
George came in looking exhausted.
"I need you to check up on Mary, Romi." she stared at me
blankly.
I knew why she looked so dull.
"George, I..."
"Leave me alone, Romi." she sighed and walked towards the
window.
"Look, she's not even looking at me." Oliver was crying again.
"Mary, look he's your son." I tried to remind her for the
umpteenth time but her condition kept getting worse.
She was crying uncontrollably.
"She has also developed pneumonia fever." the nurse
informed me.
I saw her elder son coming towards us.
"Where were you all this time?" I asked him almost angrily.
He had not even once attended the visits with her.
He was 17 but he looked older.
"It is not easy, doctor." he spoke whilst caressing Mary's hair.
"Uh, I am not a doc..."
"To grow up without a dad." he chuckled lightly.
"It's not easy to see your mother run around to meet the
expenses of the household."
I sat still not knowing what to say.
"And the on top of that your mother gets sick. She gets
diagnosed with dementia and now pneumonia." he laughed
sarcastically.
"She..." I began.
Mary began to whimper.
"Go call doctor George." I told the nurse.
"Jack." she raised her palms and cupped his face.
"Mother." he smiled.
"Jack." she laughed lightly.
Jack looked at me.
"I always thought she hated me. Apparently, I wasn't Oliver. I
wasn't her perfect son. I was always absent from home. Going
around to clubs with my guys and all." he laughed.
"But, look she remembers me. She doesn't remember anyone
except me. That kind of makes me happy doctor." he smiled.
"Does that make me selfish?" he asked me with tears in his
eyes.
I smiled.
"No, it's okay to be selfish sometimes."
He smiled widely.
"And, I am not a doctor." I giggled.
"Should have guessed. Doctors aren't that pretty and young
anyway."
I stared at him horrified.
"Kids these days." I thought.
The curtain shifted to the side and George walked in along
with Azaan.
"What are you doing here?" I frowned.
"I am here to apologize." he pouted.
"Whatever for?"
"Come with me."
"I am not coming." I stared at him blankly and focused back to
Mary.
I was standing near one of our patient's beds when the curtain
shifted behind me.
I gasped at the sudden intrusion.
Azaan peeked his head out.
"I am sorry." he pouted with puppy eyes.
He was looking like a Chihuahua.
"Hey, what the hell? Do you not understand the meaning of
privacy?" the patient who was a fifty-year-old man yelled
angrily.
Azaan's head immediately disappeared and I apologized while
trying to contain my laughter.
I was speaking to one of the nurses in the corridor when a
large bouquet of roses appeared in front of my face.
Azaan popped his head from the side.
"Here. These are for you." he forwarded the bouquet towards
me. I forwarded my hands. But he ended up handing the
bouquet to the nurse. My hands still midair.
The nurse and Azaan chuckled.
"It's alright, dear. You can have these." she smiled at me.
"No, you can keep it." I smiled politely and walked away.
I was standing near my car trying to call Daniyal.
"Hey, Romi." I saw Azaan running up to me.
"It's Romaisa for you." I spoke blankly.
"Hey, I am sorry."
"But, why?"
"Exactly my question. Why?" he looked confused.
I facepalmed myself.
He copied me.
"Why are you mad at me?" he kept his hands on his waist.
"I am not." I shrugged.
He looked distraught for a second before he began to speak
but my phone call cut him off.
He looked at the caller Id.
Daniyal
Calling...
I swiped right.
"Hey." I muttered slowly.
I was almost mad at him for avoiding me.
"We'll meet at home." he spoke and declined the call.
"Did he just hang up on me?" I stared at my phone.
"Very rude." I thought.
I turned around. He was still standing there looking at his
shoes.
"Will you come with me?" he asked his eyes filled with hope.
"Where? I am getting late."
"Please."
"Fine."
He smiled and took my hand in his. We walked to his car.
His hand was warm.
I tugged my hand back and he quietly let it go.
"We're friends now. You can tell me what's wrong." he told me
once we sat in his car.
"Nothing. And where are you taking me again?"
"You don't trust me?"
"It's not like that." I looked out.
We took a long drive to what seemed like a distant place from
the hustling bustling of the city.
"Where have you bought me?" I asked him whilst tying my
shoelaces.
"Remember I told you about this lake I used to visit with my
siblings."
I looked at the large house in front of me.
"Is this your house?" I asked him feeling excited.
"It was." he smiled.
I looked closely and indeed there was a lake behind.
"Let's race to the lake." I suggested.
"Fine." he smiled charmingly.
Gosh.
His dimples.
I ran as swiftly as I could laughing all the while. I stopped as I
neared the lake. I could see Azaan's siblings over there. I
waved to Zainab and Sarah.
Azaan walked up to me.
"Why didn't you race with me?" I frowned.
"I did. You won."
"Yeah, just like I won at the Thanksgiving party, right? Two
truths and one lie." I scoffed.
"Who told you?" he looked me incredulously.
"Does it matter?" I shrugged and walked over to the edge of
the river bank.
A wooden boat was resting on the river bank. Two oars resting
in it.
"Uh, how do I step in it? Will it flip over?" I asked him unsure
whilst keeping and taking my leg out of it.
I finally gathered the courage to sit in it. He sat down in front
of me. I grabbed one of the oars.
"Let it be. I'll do it. You can enjoy." he reached forward to grab
the oar from my hands.
"No, I want to row a boat. It's cool." I pouted.
I gently pushed the oar into the river.
"Uh how do you do it again?" I asked him unsure of how to
row a boat.
"You are outrageous, Romi." he laughed lightly.
He began and I followed his moves. Soon our boat was
floating in the middle of the water. I could see Zainab and
Sarah giggling while Malik looked distraught.
"Had you told me about this earlier I would have called people
too?" I muttered annoyed by the thought of Daniyal being
absent.
"We can come here again." he shrugged.
It was beautiful. The sun was almost setting down and the
cold win was gushing over my face. I was wearing a woolen,
white sweater, a faux fur pink jacket with black jeans. My hair
tied loosely in a bun.
Azaan was smiling at me.
And, in that moment he was all that I could think of.
Was I developing a crush on him?
Yes.
He made me happy.
Being with him felt so familiar. Like I've known him for a long
time now.
"Romi, stop." he chuckled.
"Stop what?" I was confused.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he smiled charmingly.
I looked down thinking of an excuse.
"I was looking at the sunset behind you." I pointed behind
him. He turned to look at it.
"Right. Sunset." he nodded.
"Romi, can I ask you something?" he looked unsure.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Who's Daniyal?"
I tried to stop the smile that made its way on my face.
"You don't know?" I gasped.
"What happened? "He looked worried.
"He..." I dragged the word purposefully.
"Romi."
I was interrupted by a call.
Daniyal
Calling....
I flashed the phone in front of him.
He laughed and looked away.
"I have to go." I handed him the oar.
"Could you please drop me off at the river bank, Mr.
Fisherman?" I spoke in my best British accent.
"Fisherman?" he raised his eyebrow.
"Oh, come on. Do you want me to call you a sailor now?" I
waved my hand.
"Fisherman. Sure. Whatever pleases you." he nodded.
He rowed both of us back to the river bank. I hurriedly got out
of the boat and stepped out of the river. He still sat still.
"I am leaving." I told him.
"So?" he asked me amusedly.
I looked at him incredulously.
"Drop me off at the hospital. I didn't drive my car here."
"I am not. Stay here." he smiled.
"I have to go back. My mom's waiting for me."
He sighed and got up suddenly he lost his balance and I too
reached forward to hold his hand but it was too late by then he
had already fallen into the river.
The water splashed over me making me wet slightly. I stood
there with a "what just happened?" Expression. I heard
Zainab and Sarah's loud and shrill laughter. And then I finally
composed myself and looked into the river.
He rushed out shaking his head. His hair stuck to his
forehead. He balanced himself with his hands and rose up on
his feet. His clothes drenched and water dripping down his
hair. He pushed his dark hair back and rubbed his face. I
looked away suddenly feeling awkward. However, after a
while I couldn't contain my laughter but I tried hard to.
"It's okay. You can laugh." I heard his deep voice. I turned to
look at him and we both burst out laughing.
"I couldn't even comprehend what happened for a while." I
spoke between my laughter.
We walked back to his car and Malik offered to drive me back.
Azaan stayed back to dry himself.
"So, where did you guys meet?" Malik asked me as we drove.
"At the hospital." I shrugged.
Malik was not much of a talker but he occasionally made small
attempts to make a conversation.
"So, Azaan told me he is 28 years old. What about you?" I
asked him curiously.
"I am 32." he replied gazing at the road in front of him.
"What else did he tell you?" his voice suddenly turned cold.
"Everything. About his life, career, family and of course his
love for food." I chuckled lightly.
"Did he tell you about Asmara?"
"Asmara?" I asked unsurely.
"His fiancée." he shrugged.
"Fiancée."
I stared at him shocked.
I was shocked.
Never in my life had I received such a shock.
Not even when Hamza had been caught with drugs.
Not even when Daniyal had told me about his plan to go to
San Diego.
"I..." I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't form
sentence. I tried but it didn't work so I shut it and looked out
of the window.
"I am not surprised that he didn't tell you." I heard him say
but I was too shocked to say something.
"We're friends now." his voice rang in my ears.
I had no reason to be shocked or angry yet I was. I couldn't
believe that he hid this form me. Such an important detail of
his life. Had I known earlier I would never be friends with
him. I couldn't be his friend.
"We're here." Malik announced.
I took off my seatbelt and got out.
"Romi, here." Malik handed me a Hershey's kisses pack.
"I heard that you love them. I picked them up when he told
me you're coming for a visit." he said.
I politely refused but he handed me nevertheless.
I lay in my bed that night still shocked. I didn't see Daniyal
when I came home. Thank God for that. I didn't wish to see
anyone.
I heard a knock. I sat up and finger combed my hair.
"Come in."
Daniyal entered with two mugs of probably hot chocolate in
his hands.
"Hey." he smiled.
"You've been avoiding me." I stated coldly.
"Yeah, I've been avoiding everyone."
"Except mum."
He laughed.
"You know I can't avoid her."
"How have you been?" he asked settling himself on my desk
chair.
"I am fine. And you?" I smiled slightly.
"I am shifting to Long Angeles permanently next week."
"Great news."
"You don't seem happy." he eyed me suspiciously.
"I am. Trust me. Did you tell daddy about this?" I diverted the
topic.
"No. And I have no idea how he's going to react to this. I am
scared."
"Talk to him."
"I will. Thanks for the advice."
"Daddy seems worried these days." I added.
"I noticed it too. Mama's worried about it."
"Could you please leave me alone? I am tired." I told him
blankly and adjusted my covers.
"There's something else but I'll let it pass this time." he got up
and picked up my mug from the table.
"Goodnight, Romi." he wished sweetly and walked out.
I got up and took out my diary and a pen.
November 29, 2019
George is upset. I didn't see Hamza today.
Azaan fell in my arms today due to exhaustion.
He took me to the lake he talked about.
We had a boat ride together.
I watched the sunset with him.
He fell into the river afterwards. It was hilarious.
Malik told me Azaan is engaged.
He didn't tell me.
I am shocked.
Why would he hide it from me?
Had I known about this earlier I would never befriend him.
I talked to Daniyal a while ago. He's shifting back
permanently.
I need to get him and Daddy to talk.
I need to get George and Hamza to talk.
I need to stay away from Azaan.
- Romaisa.
I picked up my phone and immediately deleted his number
from it.
Shocked and scarred form today's events I closed my eyes.
His charming face clouded my mind. I saw him smile and then
I heard his deep voice inside my head.
"What should I call you, sweetheart?"
"Are you already tired of meeting me, sweetheart?"
"Look here, sweetheart."