~ "If you're willing to chase me, I promise I'll run slow."

Amyrah

"Hey, Zehra? Hey, hey, wake up!" I whisper yelled in Zehra's ears.

It was 7 in the morning. I just remembered something really important and I had to ask Zehra, so I had slowly tiptoed from my room and barged into Zehra's room.

I've been waking up her for five minutes straight, but nope! She didn't, not even blinked an eye.

"Like brother like sister," I mumbled.

I thought for a moment.

Then I did it.

I pressed my lips and raised my hand, aiming for her cheeks.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

"Ow!! Ow!! Oww!!! WHAT THE---!!?

I clamped her mouth shut with my palm. She looked dazed. Poor her! What a way to wake up!

"Lemme mmph mmph mmp phe mph bffhp mphmm mmmhmm ahmmm bmmm humm," Zehra began waving her hand up in the air, mumbling harshly. Not that I understood whatever she just said.

I rolled my eyes and whispered, "Idiot, it's me. Can't you see?"

Her eyes widened and widened till it became as large as an----- er---- forget it.

I took away my hand and gestured her to be quiet. Zehra gawked at me.

"Amyrah, please don't kill me. I love you. Really, I may have never said it, but I actually do. Please I have so much more to do in life. Please don't kill me. Please," Zehra said weakly, almost crying.

I snarled at her, "Like hell will I kill you and for what? To go to prison?"

"Huh?" Zehra looks at me baffled.

"I've been waking you up for the past one hour! I have an important news to say," I snapped. "I even sacrificed my sleep for you. Atleast have the courtesy to wake up."

"That dosen't mean you can slap me! THRICE!" Zehra says in exasperation.

"Hushh!" I silenced her. "Don't yell, no one knows I am here."

"Oh my god, Amyrah, what do you want? And what's the time!?"

"It's almost 7."

"Almost!? Almost? Why the hell are you so bent in disturbing my peace?" Zehra cries.

I shake my head. Clearly don't shout isn't in her freaking dictionary.

"Zehra," I look at her firmly. "I remembered something. It's urgent."

She frowned and jumped into a sitting position. We both sat on the bed with crossed legs.

"What is it?" Zehra asked in a quiet voice.

"You know your Murtaza guy---"

"When did he became mine?"

I glared at her. "You said he's a dad..."

Zehra quirked her brows at me. "And...!?"

"The point is, Zehra, if he is a dad, then he has a WIFE," I breathed.

Zehra sat still for a second then mumbled, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. You have a point."

I nod.

And then she screamed.

"WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT!? OH NO!!!! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!!!!!"

"Zehra, shhhhshhh!!!" I smacked her hand.

"NOOOO!!!" Zehra yelled again.

She became crazy. Oh Lord.

"HOW COULD I FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT THING!?"

"Zehra, Zehra darling? What happened?" Her mother knocked on the door.

Zehra shut her mouth and looked at me.

Another knock. This time her dad spoke, "Zehra, it's alright, don't be scared now. We are coming in."

The door creaked open.

Momentum pushed through my veins. I pushed Zehra flat on the bed and sprinted inside the bathroom shutting the door.

I breathed heavily.

From inside I could hear voices, sreams and yells.

"Darling, are you okay?"

"She's in shock. Bring some water."

"Wake Zameer and tell him to start the vehicle."

"Call the ambulance."

"Take her to the hospital."

"Mama, Dad, I'm fine," Finally! Zehra croaked out.

"She spoke!"

"My poor darling!"

"What happened, mom?" This time I heard a manly voice.

Oh no! Zameer!!! I panicked. What am I to do? Other days when I wake him up he dosen't even blink an eye, but today look at him! All up and steady. Stupid, stupid man!

"I'm fine. It's just a nightmare," Zehra said again.

"What kind of nightmare?" Zameer asked eagerly. Isn't he an idiot?

"He has a wife!" Zehra blurted out. I face palmed. She's actually crazy!

"Wife?"

"Who?"

"What?"

"Uh... I meant, I meant, I meant... I meant, uh.. I saw a dream. A serial killer has a wife. And that wife is my friend!" Zehra bluffs out.

Psycho. An actual psycho.

"From now on, never make new friends then," Zameer warned her. I hit my forehead again and again. What the hell is this family?

"Okay, okay, now everything is fine right? You are all awake, so let's have an early breakfast today," Zehra's mom finalized.

Ufff, finally! Get lost everyone!

It was then I heard Zameer saying, "Where is Amyrah?"

My breath hitched.

I heard Zehra's nervous laughter. "Haha, what a funny question. Haha."

What in the world!? Does she have death wishes? I wish I'd slapped her even harder!

"It's not funny," Zameer deadpanned. I heard their mom and dad saying maybe she's there, maybe she's here and stuff.

"Zehra, do you know or not?" I heard Zameer's hard voice.

"Bathroom," she gasped out.

I'm dead.

"I mean not here. I mean not in this bathroom. She's in your bathroom. Yeah, she isn't here. I'm not lying. I swear she isn't here. I didn't even see her---" Zehra began rambling.

Why are these things happening for me? Just why!?

"She's there? Oh okay----" Zameer says.

I let out a sigh.

"Then I'll use this bathroom."

I gasped.

"What!?" Zehra yelled.

"I said I'll use this bathroom then."

"No! I want to go. It's urgent. Please Zameer, I'll go first."

I could literally see Zameer giving her a funny look. "Oh c'mon Zehra, I'll come soon."

"No!!!!!!"

And---

Then---

Zameer opens the bathroom door.

And enters, closing the door behind him.

He turns.

"Aaaaahhhh!!!"

"Aaaaaahhh!!!" We scream.

"Amyrah?"

"Zameer?" I acted innocently and looked at him shocked.

His eyes access my frame. From top to bottom.

"Thank God, you're dressed!" He gasps.

I smack his head. "How dare you barge in!?"

"How would I know you're here! Zehra didn't even tell me!"

Just then Zehra opens the door. "You guys okay?"

"Why don't you come in as well and see for yourself?" I spat.

She raises her hand in surrender.

Zameer gives us a murderous look. "What's happening here?"

"It's all Zehra's fault," I snap.

Zehra frowned. "It's your fault!"

"Guys?" Zameer says curtly. "Get out. I'm in a hurry."

And then the two of us run away.

***

"Zameer, please?"

"No."

"Please?" I begged Zameer for the hundredth time. According to him I was not supposed to go anywhere and had to speak with him to make up for yesterday's lost time.

"I'll come quickly. Anyway I'm going with Zehra and the others," I plead.

"I'll drop you'll then."

"No! I mean, you take rest. You didn't get to sleep much anyway... we are going with Bushra's driver uncle, so nothing to worry about."

"Fine." Then Zameer looks at me for a long time.

My face heated up with his constant stare.

He smirks.

***

"I'm so excited!" Humaira cheered.

"Me too! I can't wait to see Zehra's Murtaza!" Bushra claps.

"For the hundredth time, he isn't mine!!!" Zehra yells. "He maybe married for all I know."

"True, I wonder who's his wife?" I mutter under my breath.

"Shut up!" Zehra yells again.

"Then why are we even going to that place?" Humaira grumbles.

"Exactly. You shouldn't interfere with their relationship, Zehra," Bushra advices.

"Then why are you'll coming with me huh!? I just want to see this institute!! Not him!! Get it!? If you'll want you'll can leave!" Zehra yells again.

She yells alot lately.

"I don't wanna miss any drama," I mumble.

"I just want to see that guy badly," Humaira says.

"I can't wait to see his wife and child," Bushra smiles weirdly.

Zehra fumes. Like actual flames erupt through her ears. Her noses flares up. Her eyes narrows. Her lips pressed together.

We stay silent after that.

***

"We are here!"

Child Benefit institution.

We walk through the entrance. A lady smiles and welcomes us.

"Good evening missus! Welcome! Is it your first time here? No worries you----"

Her voice had a German accent. I didn't bother listening more, I just smiled and nodded to every word.

We walk through the building. It wasn't too huge, but it looked elite.

"Why are we here again?" I mumbled. Zehra didn't bother replying, while the other two shrugged.

We walk.

We walk.

We walk.

"My legs hurt like hell," I grumble. The other two nod while Zehra had a serious look on her face.

I pinch her cheeks. "You look so cute with that expression."

She gives me a look and storms away.

Then we came into a room. A young woman was seated. She gives us a sweet smile and says, "How many kids?"

We stare at her agape.

Bushra mutters, "Me and Shehzad haven't planned about that yet."

I looked at her weirdly, while the other two look at her from top to bottom. Bushra shifts uncomfortably.

"Please discuss and let me know," The young lady says.

"Uh... 3?" Bushra mumble.

Zehra pushes Bushra out of the room. Humaira and I gasp, following them.

"Are you mad!? She's asking how many kid we want to adopt!! Don't go telling your personal stuff to her!" Zehra snarls.

Bushra blushes. "Oh..."

"Adopt kids?" I mused.

"Didn't you'll hear what the receptionist said? This is a child institute where people adopt kids. This institute provides accommodation to orphan kids. Get it?"

We nod. Zehra storms inside again and apologizes saying we don't want to adapt kids.

Then Humaira whispers, "Maybe she is his wife?"

Zehra glares at her.

Then the lady smiles and says, "No dear, I'm not married yet. Whom are you talking about?"

Zehra gives us a warning look. But I couldn't help blurting out, "Is Mr. Murtaza married?"

"Who?" The lady frowns. "You mean boss?"

Uh? I nod. Zehra shakes her head.

The lady gives us a funny look. "Oh no, he isn't. He's pretty committed to work. Haha, I must admit he's handsome but don't go stalking him, your parents will be disappointed in you kids."

Kids? Eh.

"Does he come here often?" Zehra asks. The lady nods.

Zehra takes out the piece of card and gives it to her, "Here, tell him this is his."

The lady nods. "Thank you," Zehra gives her a warm smile.

"Um, I have a question," Humaira shot her hand in the air, like she was asking permission to speak. "Um, you sure he isn't married or have a little girl about 2 years old?"

The lady gives her a scoff. "Of course I'm sure."

Bushra squeals. Humaira hugs Zehra. And I yell excitedly, "Congrats, Zehru!"

"I'm so happy for you."

"You've got my full support."

We all hug her. Zehra looks flabbergasted.

Someone clears their throat.

We quickly wave at the lady and run away fast.

Squealing excitedly.

Just then Zehra angrily says, "What was that guys!? You all hug me like I just got married!? Are you'll crazy?"

"Uh..." It was then we realized what we did and burst out laughing.

Zehra's face heated up.

I glanced at the direction she was looking at.

"Is that him?" I ask looking at the guy in the far corner. I couldn't see his face properly though.

"Let me see, let me see," Bushra jumps.

"Hey don't push me! I'm trying to see him," Humaira squints her eyes.

"Guys..." Zehra covers her face. But we didn't give a darn about her, we all but messed up the whole place to get a look at him.

Satisfied, we went back home squealing excitedly.

We sure are kids, no?

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