Sarah’s brow furrowed, showing off the non-existent line. “ME?” She spat, her eyes scrunching up. “More like what the HECK are you doing here?!”
Jamie turned his head, closing his eyes, and took a deep breath. I don’t have time for this! He then turned to face Sarah and upon seeing her face have that devilish smirk on it, pushed her violently out of the way and opened the door of room 24.
On the other side of the door, Amatullah nearly screamed with frustration as she planned how she would deny the existence of this filthy piece of thing that just made their lives worse. Her plan was half formed, when the door opened suddenly, revealing the man from her dreams.
He strode in purposefully, only to stop abruptly, and swivel around when he saw Amatullah sink behind the covers while frantically looking for her hijab.
Jamie cleared his throat, his back still facing her. “Sorry.” He said, squeezing his fingers.
He heard Abdullah sigh and stand up. Realisation hit Jamie – he had forgotten that Abdullah was there, and how extremely strict he was about Amatullah talking to ‘strangers’. He was tempted to open that wooden door, and just flee from there – not have to face Abdullah, or even Am. But he forced his brain to rid himself of such thoughts. He had agreed with Keith that he was going to solve his problems out. And now was the time to do it.
The pale walls next to the wooden door of the hospital room seemed to be very interesting in Jamie’s mind when he considered turning around. No, she needs more time; he tried to convince himself, anything to make an excuse not to confront the twins.
He was just about to muster up all his courage to turn around when he heard a very painful sounding bang from outside. He flinched, taking a step forward, his hand reaching for the door handle. The cool metal was a remedy for his burning hand, but as he was about to turn it, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, urging him to leave it and stay. He had two choices, he could either stay, and face the dilemma he has been waiting to solve or ignore the plead for him to stay, and run out, avoiding any kind of anything emotional.
He chose the latter, and yanked the door open, hearing a resounding ‘duff’ as Abdullah fell to the floor – he had been leaning on his hand which was on Jamie’s shoulder. He jumped over Sarah’s body (also on the floor), and nearly tripped over her bag.
He made a run for it, not looking back, not even looking where he was heading. His breath came out in short pants as he searched frantically for a way out. He was too young for all this drama! It was too much for him. He almost cried with joy when he saw the familiar green exit sign and dove for the door, breathing in the fresh air as if he had been kept away from it the whole time. Hands on knees, he realised what an idiot he is.
He stood up straight, and ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated. He honestly didn’t have a clue what to do. Should he go back and apologise? No, he’d look like a right klutz after running out like that, and plus he didn’t have the guts to have this conversation with Amatullah that she has expected for so long. And he couldn’t stand the cause of all this – Sarah. So he decided that he’d be better off going home, having a bit of rest, a bit of partying, maybe a few girls and just forgetting about everything that has happened within the span of the last day.
He sighed as he got into his car, shaking his head. How on Earth could he think about other girls when the love of his life was right there and he made a run for it? And why, just why is he such a coward? He’d done it twice now, just to top off everything that Amatullah was going through.
The night was quiet save a few cars and drunkards here and there. The moon shone brightly, big and beautiful. He wondered how Am would react when he got round to telling her why he fled. If he got round to telling her that is, provided he doesn’t just chicken out of it at the last minute.
Amatullah shook her head disbelievingly, stifling a laugh at Abdullah’s annoyed face.
“What is with that guy?” Abdullah hissed, getting up from the floor and straightening out his thobe. “And what is going on outside?” He made his way to the door, and peered outside, looking at Keith with a confused face.
“Assalam alaikum brother,” He greeted, confusion etched on his face.
“Walaykum salam Adbullah!” Keith replied, smiling.
“You look familiar…” Abdullah’s eyes distanced off as he tried to remember who this man was. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
Keith grinned, knowing this would be the thing that gave it away. “Keith. How’s it hanging bruv?”
Abdullah’s eyes widened as he took in this man stood before him. He was wearing a white thobe with three quarters and a white hat. His chin showed a small beard and he smelled sweetly of musk. “Keith?” He croaked, disbelief etched in his voice. “Keith as in, druggie Keith? As in Keith who gave Sarah my number?”
“Ok, ok, no need to list everything I’ve ever done wrong in life.” Keith joked., trying desperately to stop Abdullah staring at him and lighten the mood slightly.
Abdullah didn’t even register what he said, too busy processing what had happened in his head. Keith has become a Muslim. It sounded so wrong! But then who was he to judge what sounded wrong and what didn’t, it was because of Allah such a great thing happened, and he could do nothing but accept it with open arms.
WOOT WOOT I wrote another chapter, I should be given an award 😛 It wasn’t very long soz, but as I said, I’ve been editing. Thanks for all the support guys. Thank you and I love you!