“Osama will update you with all the details related to work and living conditions. Thank you for your time and commitment, Ms. Ali.” My fingers clamped around the papers while I walked back to the car.
Osama sat in the driver's seat with his brows raised when I slammed the door behind me, “What happened?”
My response was a grunt.
“You do realize I don’t speakgrump, right?”
The papers find their humble place in the compartment of my car. “Shut up and drive.”
“Not before you tell me what got your panties in a twist.”
“I don’t wear panties,” I deadpanned.
Osama snorted. “And yet you act like you do.”
“She signed the papers.”
“Thatiswhat we came here to do, yes.”
This shit was ruining my mood.
“Are you mad that she signed the papers because deep down you wanted her to tell the world that you helped her so Addie would…”Would what? Be taken out of the public’s eye?Osama’s eyes widened and muttered some bullshit under his breath.
I looked out the window, tuning out whatever words he was saying in Urdu.
The sudden sharp headlights from a car parking shone in the rear-view mirror. People needed to learn some fucking manners because the first rule of driving in the dark when there are people around is don’t flash your fucking headlights.
It had to be an old white man because, in my head, those were the only people who forgot how to drive. I’d blame it on the old age, but it was because they didn’t give a shit about the people around them.
“...Don’t tell me youwantto get back together with Adela–”
Long blonde hair and an ankle-length dress came into view.
Time stood still as she glowed in the darkness. Something inside me ached viciously at the sight of her. Years had passed and the image of her remained imprinted on my mind. But for the first time in a while, I stared with my head empty and my throat stricken with dryness.
She turned her head to the left and her…her eyes were on me.
“Shit, duck!”
Osama’s big ass head bonked against the wheel and the horn went off.
Oh, what thefuck.
“Stop doing that,” I hissed.
“You stop,” he hissed back.
“You’re the one honking the car.”
“You’re the one making me fucking honk the car.”
Oh fuck, he was right.
Once I removed my hand from his head, it stopped.
“Fuck, she heard it.”
“Yeah, well no shit, the whole neighbourhood must have heard it,” Osama said while both of us kept our heads down. “Wait,” he turned his head to look at me. “Why are we ducking?
