Language Of Love [P7]

On my way back my mind was occupied with everything I felt about her. She didn't even look back at me. Maybe she found me boring. A wind blew as if someone was touching my face. I felt very bad. I couldn't remember anything but her face, smile, and eyes. At least I should have asked for her contact number. I started feeling that we had a connection and that made it worse.

I quickly got back to my friend and during our ride, I filled him with a fake story in which she was my friend as all he wanted to know was what was between me and her. Her face was all over my mind. I felt like there is a heavyweight on my chest. I should have asked for her phone number. I felt guilty for not doing that. Realizing that she is gone was more painful than I expected. As he dropped me at my home, I thanked him for everything and walked towards the door.

Like always, doors were closed as everyone was sleeping. I pressed the doorbell and my father opened the door. We are not in talking terms ever since I decided to quit my job. Yeah, I understand that they want me to be in a good position but it's painful realizing that my happiness is not important to them. I believe in myself but they don't. Whenever I reach home I feel like there is nothing here that makes me feel happy. That makes me want to always go out and explore. I climbed the stairs to my room. I'm more of like a paying guest in my house, except for the fact that I don't pay. I wasn't hungry and had many pending works to look into. But all that I could think of was sleep. I kept my bags in a corner, plugged my phone in, and went to bed. On most nights, I would lay there in the bed with my eyes wide open as sleep abandons me. Often I won't be in the mood to watch films which means it's just me and my thoughts or memories against hours. But today was different. I drifted off to sleep as some sort of calmness suddenly soothed my soul as my thoughts were all about her. Her sweet smile, warm heart, expressive eyes…

A dream that will never come true.

 

I woke up hearing my ringtone. I hate to wake up like that. I usually put my phone on silent when I sleep. Last night I was too occupied that it slipped my mind. It was from a client. She wanted to change her logo. I told her that I will call her after 30 minutes and went back to sleep. It's a lazy day which means it's a rest day for me. I won't take any assignments, just rest. After 2 hours I woke up again and went to the kitchen. No one was home. Everyone went for their jobs. I ate my breakfast while watching the news and got back to my room. I opened my laptop to check past works and took my phone as well to check messages. There was a notification from my Instagram bringing to my notice that someone with a French username has started following me. Sometimes I get messages from people with offers to promote my account with money and so I ignored them. But, as I was checking messages, there came another notification of a message 'Do you Remember me?' It felt odd.

 

I usually get messages like ‘Man! I need some help with money.’ So I decided to look who is it. Gladly it wasn’t my ex. It’s someone else.

I replied 'Sorry, I don't know you '

I was surprised as a text came back saying ‘It’s me Shahana’

‘How did you find me?’ I was excited by her text.

 

‘It's very easy to find a guy with a name like yours’

‘How did you manage the situation?’ I wanted to know whether there was any problem.

 

‘It's easy to build stories' she replied with an emoji.

 

‘Hmm cool, so you are going back?’

 

‘Yeah I am going back in a couple of days '

 

'Good’ I didn't have anything further to ask.

Maybe it's because I don’t chat much with people. Or maybe, I am afraid that I will lose her too. I lost many people because of my behavior. I don’t talk much with people and as time went by I realized that the best way to avoid people is by pretending that you’re busy.

 

She just messaged me ‘Hmm’

 

I wanted to talk to her but I can't. I’m not that good at texting and I was scared. I want to call her but couldn’t think of a way to ask her number without making it creepy.  I saw she is typing and waited to reply.

 

'Here is my number. Call me when you are free '

 

That one message stirred something in me. I didn't send anything to her after that and dialed her number. I was worried about hitting the call button. What will I ask her? Is it too soon? Before all that could consume me, I called her.

 

It was ringing and my heart was beating fast. I let out a few deep breaths hoping that would calm me down.

 

“Hello”

 

“Hi” my breathing was too heavy

 

“Hey what happened,” she asked with a giggle

 

“Nothing I am ok”

 

“So what's the plan today”

 

“It’s a rest day for me. Just relaxing at home. I won’t be doing anything today.”

 

“Ohhh…

Hey, I went through your profile and I’m curious. So, actually who are you. I saw you in a navy uniform. What do you do?”

“Mmm...I was a mariner and I resigned from my job”

 

“Ohh… so you are indeed a mystery with many chapters”

 

“My past is very bad buddy. I am trying to forget everything. Leave it. What's your plan?”

 

“I called my dad and told him that I’m coming back”

 

“You should tell truth to your dad. From what I understood, he cares about you a lot buddy”

 

“I know, but I don’t know how he's going to take it”

 

“It will be ok...I think.”

 

“Hmm, I was also thinking about coming clean to him”

 

“Good”

 

“Hey I will be back, my dad is calling”

 

“Ok see you. Bye”

 

It’s been so long since I felt like this. My mind was clearly at peace and though we didn’t talk much, I felt like there is a bond between us.

Is there?!

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