Hey, you’re back?”
“Yeah, I am,” Genie said to Clarissa as she walked into the dressing room.
After two weeks of moping around, she figured that the best thing she could do for herself was to throw herself back into work. She could not sit around waiting for things to fall into place or a miracle to happen.
That life was behind her now. Her only consolation was that it had been brief and that her brother could finish school without her worrying about his tuitions. Nothing else mattered. Not her feelings, not that memories, not Malik’s shirt she had mistakenly taken along with her. It didn’t matter too that she had haunted down every body spray that she thought would smell the same and when she did not find it, she had decided not to wash the shirt.
Which, she knew was not going to give her closure but who would blame her for holding on to something? She had nothing left from their time together. He hadn’t even called her, hadn’t se
I’m sorry, but I cannot talk right-“Genie?”Genie’s sleepy eyes shot open as if she had just downed an instant pot of hot coffee.“Malik?”“Yes, it’s me,” Malik said.Sitting up in bed, Genie ran her hand through her hair and then stopped herself from looking down to see what she had worn to bed. For goodness sakes, he could not see her. Why did she even care what he thought about how she looked?“Oh…oh. You called,” she finally heard herself say“Yes, I did. I’m sorry I haven’t called since you left. It’s just that I have been busy with work and meetings my father insists are good for strong political connections.”“No, no. It’s fine, it’s okay. I get how busy you are. I mean, I know how busy things can get with your father, “ Genie answered.“Yeah, you do,” Malik said softly. “How are you?” he asked.“Great
Genie drove into the parking garage, the tires of her car screeching. Anyone who could look through her windows would wonder why there was big scowl on her face.Truth was, Genie didn’t know if to be sad or pissed. Neither on its own would be justified and the two emotions together made her feel like a bull who just saw a big red flag.Why wasn’t her sadness justified? Well, she missed her own car. Her old slow, grumpy car. It felt as if a part of her had been towed away to the junkyard. But it was not justifiable because she had this Mercedes that rode like a charm. She couldn’t complain about the change in cars when she had this black shiny beauty.And why was she angry? At the intersection, when there was a red light, a young boy, barely house broken, had been in a similar Mercedes. Just before the light had turned green, he had winked at her, and driven off. Leaving her way behind.What was the purpose of owning such a gem
“I’d have to admit, brother. Being moody sure suits you. Broody and dark with a perpetual scowl on your face,” Zayed said, walking into Malik’s office.“Ah, the runaway child. What do you want this time? Some money? I’ll give you if you’ll get out of my hair,”Malik replied with unveiled sarcasm.“Not in the least bit happy to see your brother? That’s cold.”“Why are you back? You should have stayed in whatever place you went to.”“A man is entitled to getting bored after a while, isn’t he? That’s why I’m back. I got so bored it was time to go,” Zayed explained.“And Asmird is the place for entertainment, is it?” Malik asked.“Well, if there is one thing I know, it’s that there is always something to talk about. This time around it’s the fineee going round that father wants to marry you off. Is that true?”Malik sighed.“He says if I cannot find a bride in six
There comes a time in a man's life when all things must come to an end. A time when he makes a decision to take what he wants, what he needs despite the obstacles laid before him. I believe that no matter how long a man goes under the submission of another man, there will come a time when he will rebel.And rebellion is the first step to freedom. A man will only be held down for a long time. But when he is free from all, it is to be known that he is free indeed. Free indeed.
Malik walked into his father’s office, each step a sluggish one. He was tired, mentally and physically.He was also prepared to put an end to his father’s demands if that was the reason his father had called for this meeting so late at night.“Abdulmalik,” his father said, looking up.“You wanted to see me,” Malik said.“Yes, sit down.”Sit down? Malik looked at his father. Was the old man sick or getting dementia slowly? Because he had never asked Malik to sit down when he summoned him to his office, not once.Still, Malik sat.“Today, I called you for a very specific purpose,” his father began.“That couldn’t wait till tomorrow morning?”“It could and would have, but tomorrow is when you have to begin.”Malik chuckled dryly.“How typical of you. You make plans and then I have to follow them, like your little puppet. Do
Genie tossed and groaned and tossed again as she heard the door bell ring.“Can you go get that?”“I’m dog tired. Can’t we just let it keep ringing until the person gets tired?” Jake asked, his voice hoarse.“It has been ringing for minutes now. I’m pretty sure the person is the persistent kind. I’ll go get it,” Genie said, rolling and falling in the floor.“Is that how you wake up every morning? A roll and a thud.”“How many nights have you spend here, huh? You should know by now.” Genie stood up, yawning and rubbing her eyes.“Come back to bed,” Jake grumbled, holding her wrist.“Let go of me.” Genie said laughing.She was a happy woman, she thought on her way to the door. She had a house of her
“And you said you could handle it?” Malik frowned at his brother.“Well, I didn’t exactly say so. I said I would make things better. Give you a better chance at getting her back.”“Did that happen?”“It would have if he had not been there. I was already getting her to warm up,” Zayed replied.“It was a bad idea from the start. What was I thinking. Coming back after a year? I should just let it go.”“Are you kidding me? We can’t do that. This is the reason why you told our father that he could do whatever he wanted with the throne. You are not giving up.”Malik glared at his brother.“You act like I went to her house and came back to give you a report. You were there when he strode out, walking like a man who had marked his territory. You don’t expect me to contend with that, do you? It’s clear that he loves her and she is happy. I’m not going to ruin it.”
Genie sighed, for the umpteenth time that morning and then sighed again. What was she to do? Making decisions had never been her thing, but when it came down to it she made them and stood firm to whatever decision it was she had chosen.She loved him, she liked him. He made her happy, he gave her heart palpitations. He was the calm she needed, he was whiskey in a tea cup.The easy way out was to chose who wouldn’t let her go in the end, right? The outcome she was sure of, the stability she would get at the end of the day. Jake gave her that. He was the calm in the storm, the anchor she knew she could rely on to never give up.Malik, she wasn’t the least bit sure about. He had given her up once before. But she could not blame him for it, he never knew she loved him. Maybe if he had known…She could not think about maybes right now. Maybes tend to screw up logical thinking and making rational decisions. But she could not let
“You don’t get to demand a boy,” Moonbeam crossed her hands over her obvious bulge.“Your daughter is enough trouble. I need a boy to soothe her wild spirit,” Zayed protested.“She takes after you, don’t you see? So, it’s your headache to deal with. I’ve done my part,” Moonbeam retorted.“When he-“He? You don’t get to tell me what gender I’m pushing out of my stomach. Hmph!” Moonbeam stamped her foot on the ground.“Wait till you see how much havoc two children can wreck around the house,” Malik cut in.“A lot,” Genie added.They were all seated outside the house she and Zayed had gotten soon after they got married. Genie had given birth the day after the wedding to twins- a boy and a girl. Zayed joked that it should have been Moonbeam, since he was the twin not his brother.Star, on the other hand, had turned out to be a wild cat. Mischief gleamed
Months later…Zayed stood, waiting for her. How many nights had he unconsciously wished for today? How many days had he hoped that this fantasy would one day be his?Even as he knew that today belonged to him, he still could not believe his luck. Somehow, somewhere fate had smiled on him and deemed him worthy enough to share his life with the most amazing woman he had ever met.If wishes were horses…he was a lucky rider.He pinched himself again, to be sure that this wasn’t a reoccurring dream. Reality couldn’t be this beautiful, could it?He looked to the congregation; his mother- even though she could not recognize him, his father- he had somehow over the past months learnt to put his hurt behind him and reach for the things that were beautiful and fulfilling. She had been beside him all the way, showing him that he could trust in her, that she was here to stay with him.
The trio, Moonbeam watched, glared at him as if he had suddenly sprouted horns.“You re sorry?” Zayed was the first to respond, anger overshadowing the hurt in his voice.“The fuck you mean by you are sorry?” Malik followed, his fingers clenched.“Sorry?” Latifah’s voice was low but menacing.“I’m sorry,” he raised his feeble hands and dropped them. “I’m sorry I did all those bad things to you. I’m sorry I never loved you three in the way that you wanted me to.”Zayed wanted to jump to stand but Moonbeam held his hand tight, restraining him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, telling him that she was beside him- she was here.“Sorry that you did not treat us the way we wanted? How about the way a father is supposed to treat his children?!”“I t
“Hey, daddy,” Moonbeam kisses him on the lips when she walked into his office.“Hey, pretty,” he murmured against her lips, pulling her close.“You smell nice,” she told him, sniffing him and smiling in approval.“And you taste like chocolates,” Zayed said.“Guilty. I’ve been eating lots and lots of it. Suddenly developed this craving and I can’t stop it,” she said, taking the chair in front of his desk.“Well, you have enough sugar to keep you going. Adding chocolate increases your risk of diabetes,” Zayed told her.She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head.“Oh? Where is the sugar coming from?“Me,” he pointed at himself. “I’m enough sugar to give you the sugar high you need.”Moonbeam stood up and walked around to stand behind him. Bending, she wrapped her hands around his shoulder and slid them down his neck.“But I
Zayed held her hand as they walked into the house his brother and Genie had just entered. He had a million questions but right now, he was content. Her hand in his, a promise to give it one more shot made him happy.He had known that he wanted something more with her but he had no idea how happy it would make him. And this, this was more than he expected.He wanted to tell her how happy she made him feel, how she made the world feel alright but he knew that he had to take it slow. He could tell that she still held her fears in her other hand- her fingers lightly closed into a fist.So, if he had to take months, more to show her that he was serious about the way he felt for her, he would do it. Show her that she had someone who was willing to care for her, protect her.Zayed looked at her and she smiled at him. That single act alone made his heart skip and he, in that moment realized something. He was in love with
Moonbeam knew that something was up but she said nothing. It was so obvious that she decided not to comment on it. The impromptu trip, the insistent on taking her daughter along with them, leaving her along with Zayed for the duration of the two hour trip , it all spelt setup.But she wasn’t about to call it out.“So, any ideas on where we are headed?” She asked Zayed whose hands were on the steering.“Nope. I was roped into this just the same way you were,” Zayed said, eyes on the road.“And you did not ask? That’s very unusual for you, Zayed,” Moonbeam insisted.“I did but Genie would not tell me anything. And Malik says it’s best to trust her,” Zayed said a little curtly.“Fine,” Moonbeam said, leaning back. He did not want to talk and she wasn’t ready to get the words out of his mouth. Not when she knew exactly what was going on.But what she did not know was how he felt towards it.
Zayed looked up, as his brother walked in, a scowl on his face.“Why do you look like someone spat in your bean curd?” Malik asked.Zayed shook his head.“Where did you get that line from?”“Mulan. A cartoon. But that’s not the point. Why do you look gloomy and sad?”“I’m not,” Zayed argued even though he knew his expression betrayed him.“Yes, you do. You’ve been one grouchy bear all week.”Zayed knew better than to argue. Arguing only meant that his brother was right and he was trying to deny. He had learnt this a long time ago. So he said nothing and waited for what he knew would follow.“Did you have a fight with Moonbeam?”Aha. He knew his brother had been itching all week to ask but did not know how to go about it. A
“I’m telling you, she was completely unhinged, crazy, every word you can use to describe someone off the hook,” Genie said, laughing.“I wonder what he saw in her,” Malik added.“I don’t have to point it out to you that our father had really poor taste when it came to judging characters. He thought his own father did the right thing by him. It’s a wonder he stayed sane for so long,” Zayed chipped in.Moonbeam watched the interaction with interest. Even if she had nothing to say.“She said I wanted to kill her. You would have thought that with the way she looked at me each time we met, your father would have believed me instead,” Genie said.“The old man was probably getting something from her,” Zayed said, chuckling.“Please. I do not want to picture him doing that. Ever
Moonbeam walked into the mall, her thoughts far away. It was the weekend and she had to do some shopping to replenish the groceries at Zayed’s place.She had been there for two days now- his persuasion and the obvious fact that it was spacious enough for Star, who was getting better to walk around.She was deep in thoughts, not concentrating when she bumped into someone, her bag falling. Bending down, she picked it, straightening up with an apology on her face when she saw the face of the person she bumped into.She groaned internally, cursing her bad luck. Was her life about to become one of those movies where you start to get your life back together and the past hits you smack dab in the face?“Moon,” he said.“Ben,” she bristled.“It’s been ages,” he said, smiling.Moonbeam wished she could wear