After she gave that letter to Malaika after school, we headed to the car park.. I dumped my bag in mums car and told her I was heading over to Kaylas for a bit.. We got home and after filling our tummies, we sat down in the lounge to watch some series. I grabbed the remote from her hand and switched it off. She gave me a “what the hell” look, but before she could voice her confusion, I began rambling.. I told her all about what happened and she just sat there listening.. At the end of it all she had a tear in her eye as she admitted to me something I never thought she ever would
“You know Laila I always did like him, but it’s not my style.. To you know” she burst into tears and I hugged her., “I know”
We sat there all up in tears, until the house phone made us stop.. I decided to answer since she was clearly in no position to chat to an old Aunty..
Replied the very familiar Malaikas voice
“Is Kayla there??”
“Actually she is um in the bathroom, can I take a message?”
“No that’s okay, I’ll call her back”
“Oh wait I think she is out, one second”
Using the very familiar excuse sometimes has its cons as well..
She conferenced the call and I remained silent.
“Hello Malika ”
“Oh hey Kayla”
I ran to the grocery cupboard and grabbed a crunchie.. This is nail or rather finger biting.. 😜
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM