He's Here!

I don't care if people would judge me for what I did but I hope my best friend will not be one of them. From childhood to now that we have grown up, we have always been together. 

She's 2 years ahead of me but that didn't stop us from being close. We are cousins, after all. In fact, it feels like we were just the same age.

Wenna's eyes softened as she held back my hand. "Hey, stop that. I'm not gonna judge you. When did I ever?"

"But... but this is different," I said. 

She sighed. "Hassan, my cousin, I love you, hmm? I'm not going to judge you even if you get knocked up. You didn't judge me when you saw me having a threesome—”

"Wenna!" I gasped and snorted. "It's serious."

She laughed. "Hey, I'm serious. You're just so serious," she said and let go of my hand. She stood up and sat on the couch in front of me. 

"I'm nervous," I uttered 

"Why? Didn't you use a condom last night?”

My face got hot. “It's n-not that. You know... I'm no longer pure. How will my future husband react when he finds out?"

That's really one of my concerns. I have no problems with liberated women but knowing that my parents are strict and a little conservative, I'm afraid that they will judge me. 

Wenna burst out laughing. "Girl, what time is it now? We are in the 21st century. If your future husband can't accept the fact that you're no longer a virgin before you got married, then fuck him. He's a dick. He's not a real man.”

Her expression suddenly became serious. 

"But Hassan, I have a question."

“Hmm?”

"Was it huge?"

My lips parted as I blinked. "Huh?"

She smiled like a fool and moved her eyebrows in a teasing manner. “Was he good?”

My whole face got hot, as well as my neck. Suddenly she Burst out laughing so I glared at her.

"Wenna, stop laughing!" I whined. 

Suppressing her laughter, she straightened up. "So, how was your first? Do you know that person? Do you know his name?”

I frowned. 

"He's a stranger. I only know his name, Rajiv. When I left his house earlier, I never got to see him again."

"Handsome?"

I nodded. "Yes, So much."

“Big?” he asked. I glared at her. She shrugged. "I'm curious, answer me."

"Is it really necessary? Oh, yes, he's big. Massive. Happy?” I said sarcastically. 

She grinned. 

"Is he even single? Maybe that guy has a family."

I shook my head. "His house is big but there is no one else there. Besides, he wasn't that old. He looks more like a fresh graduate guy."

“Oh, just make sure, Hassan. I'm your cousin so I don't want harm to lay upon you. Not that I'm controlling your life, but I hope it doesn't happen again. Yes, you may have sex as much as you want but don't just go with a stranger, okay? You don't know their behaviour and personality. What if it turns out to be a serial killer and their victims are beautiful girls? We don't know, Hassan. Much better if this never happens again. But if you want to hook up again, then go, just inform me where you'd be going and then turn on your location."

Wenna and I talked for a few more minutes about what happened last night. Even though she seems cool about it, I could see the guilt in her eyes. I told her I was fine and that no one was to blame for what happened. I wanted it to happen. I came willingly. I reassured her that I really am okay before we get out of the room. 

We went straight to the dining area to eat. I immediately saw daddy sitting at the centre of the table while sister Brit and Mommy sat facing each other. 

"Daddy," I said and kissed daddy's cheek. He smiled kindly at me and greeted me back. Next I approached mommy. I was about to bend down to kiss her cheek when she raised her hand, stopping me.

"Sit down."

I bit my lower lip and followed what she wanted. Wenna greeted my parents before she sat down, too.

"I thought you're not going home this weekend, darling?" my mom asked. Disgust was in her eyes. "What's the sudden change of mind?"

She's been telling me to go home this weekend but I kept on reasoning out. I don't want them to see my miserable state after I found out that my boyfriend was cheating on me. I'm just there in my condo and depressed. My parents didn't like James since then but I still insisted. But I was still cheated on.

"James and I have broken up..." I said softly. Mommy raised her eyebrows. 

"Really?"

"Yes. Last week," I said. I caught my sister looking at me through my peripheral vision. I didn't tell her about it, either. Only Wenna. 

"Why?" sister Brit asked.

Wenna replied in my stead, "James cheated."

I lowered my gaze down. 

"What happened?"

"We caught him cheating," Wenna said straightforwardly. I could hear the annoyance in her voice as she mentioned James. It seems that she was even more angry with him there than I was, which probably is true.

Sister Brit gasped. "Is that true, Hassan?"

I nodded slowly. My chest heaved. "Yes."

Curses flew from daddy's mouth as his hands balled into a tight fist. "That son of a bitch."

"I told you he's not good for you, Hassan. But you are still stubborn. Look what happened now," said mommy. "Anyway, it's good news that you broke up with that boy. My friend's son is going to be here and join us for lunch. You must see him.”

"Mom," sister Brit protested. "Please, stop pushing Hassan over to that boy. Let her decide on her own.”

"And what? To get cheated on again? I am her mother, Brittany. I know what's best for her."

My sister went silent as she looked away.

Mommy smiled at me. "He's a good boy, darling. You will like him.”

I won't argue anymore. One of the reasons why I don't want to come home here is because of mommy's wish to pair me with her friend's son. 

I was in a relationship and I was loyal to my boyfriend. It's only sister Brit who supports me from getting what I want. She doesn't want me to feel controlled by our parents. 

It didn't take long for mommy's visitor to arrive. Wenna next to me had just started eating while sister Brit whispered sorry to me. 

I bit my lower lip as I looked down on my plates. Maybe if I just followed my mother before, this wouldn't have happened now. I wouldn't get to experience this pain. I cried for a few days because of what happened. Fortunately, Wenna was there to accompany me. 

"Son, it's good that you came," mommy greeted the visitor. I remained looking at my plate while playing with my food through the fork.

"Good afternoon, aunt," the visitor greeted back. I frowned. Its voice is familiar. "Sorry I only came today. Busy.”

"It's okay, we understand. Besides, you're on the right time. My youngest daughter just came home earlier," said mommy. I bit my lip harder when I noticed that mommy's eyes turned to me. "Hassan?" she called. 

I sat up and cleared my throat. "Y-Yes, uhm..." I raised my head and looked at mommy. Her smile was the sweetest but her eyes tell me otherwise. It was threatening me.

"Aren't you going to greet our visitor, baby?" Mom said. 

I cleared my throat again as I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to her. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Hassan. Nice to meet—” I stopped speaking and almost fell to my feet when I realised who our guest was. 

My blood seems to drain off of my body as my heart begins beating erratically against my chest. 

His lips also parted and his blue eyes widened slightly. 

"R-Rajiv..." I said in shock as I blinked my eyes in disbelief. My mind was going blank.