Iman was surprised when she notice the light from her apartment was on. “Hmmm, who could it be?” thought Iman to herself. She quicken her pace as she fumbles with her purse, while digging for her home keys, when suddenly the door was open and there stood Bashir.
“MasyaAllah. Bro!” exclaimed Iman gleefully.
“Assalamualaikum Iman.” said Bashir as he stand aside, while letting Iman enters into her home.
“Wa’alaikumsalam.” replies Iman with a smile. “Yasmeen, masyaAllah how I miss you so much.” cried Iman as she came closer towards her sister and gave embrace her with so much love.
“I miss you too kiddo.” mutters Yasmeen, choking back her tears.
“I’ve waited for the both of you at the award ceremony and ?” cried Iman with both her hands on her hips. Yasmeen laughed just seeing her sister’s reacting in such a way, a real exact replica of their late mother Sharina. Yasmeen still keeps mum as she bits her lower lips, just to control her laughter.
“What’s so funny?” asked Iman, as she turns towards Bashir for the full explanation. Bashir grinned and with a lame reason of wanting to go to the loo, he left both Yasmeen and Iman in the living room.
“Well, duh what is the story?” asked Iman again.
“Didn’t he came?” snapped Yasmeen as she wheels her chair closer towards Iman.
“Who?” asked Iman clueless.
“What do you meant by who? Who else could it be then?” retort Yasmeen.
“How’s my little nephew Abel?” twist Iman.
“Well, he’s doing just fine with his nanny. So please Iman, don’t try to change the subject.” utters Yasmeen.
“So, you are the one that had actually gave him the invitation letter? The invitation letter which meant just for you?” cried Iman in disbelief.
“He deserves to be there more than I need too.” said Yasmeen.
“Why are you doing this Yasmeen? Why did you pushed him away ?” snapped Iman.
“Yes I admitted. A mistake of the past which I will never forget for the rest of my life. He was in desperation, in need of help and psychological support, when Zee Ruth dominates his soul, but what did I do, back then. I pushed him away, strike him off from my life, just like that, without even listening to the side of his story. I’m a counselor, holding a degree of psychologist, but yet I’ve failed in helping him, due to my own personal feeling and also due to my ego.” utters Yasmeen, with Iman holding back her emotions. “So Iman, please don’t make the same mistake like I do. Please don’t turn away his love for you.” continues Yasmeen as she held her hand onto Iman’s palm. Iman shakes her head. “Iman, please don’t deny your heart about this?” said Yasmeen as she finally let her hand away from Iman, and wheel herself towards the guest room, shutting the door right behind her.
Three years had pass on. Been back at the park bench where, he and Yasmeen used to spend their younger days together, sure brings so much significant memories on his past. His late grandparents apartment has been torn down, for the future development . Oasis finally, blew it’s last breath and Ezekiel had his tiny body been buried in the ground, by the shady tree, where Ezekiel used to do his quiet reading there.
“Thank you Ezekiel, for sharing with me a lot about your past.” utters Iman, as she sat by his side.
“And for all those reasons, that’s why I simply can’t bring myself to stop you from leaving.” mutters Ezekiel. “I can’t break any more hearts….I just can’t. I’m too afraid of giving hope and then I might just crushed it all again.
“But not this time, and ever again. InsyaAllah.” said Iman, as she brings his palm and place it on her bulging tummy. Ezekiel gives a compelling smile for their new found dream and future.
“Well, thankfully, you are not too late for that last piece of cherry pie.” Exclaimed Ezekiel with a grin.
“Ha!Ha! Yeah right.” Cracks Iman, but deep down a significant moment where she would never regret. Reflecting back those compelling but beautiful moment as she lays on the grass with Ezekiel by her side.
The last orange light of the café was still lit on, much to her content. However, the close sign has been put up by the entrance. Taking her final stroll of noteworthy courage, Iman took her pace along the path and headed straight towards the entrance. She swung the door open, but there seems to be no one available at the counter or anyway near the café itself. Iman decides to hang around for a while as she took her stand by the bay window which was located at the right end corner of the café. And there she saw him, bringing in some files upon the front counter, probably wanting to finalize his financial report status of the month, thought Iman to herself. Iman just stood there in silent, as she had his sight towards him. She was mesmerize with his looks, but that was not about all, that her feelings for him seems to have grown. It was during those brief moment where, Zee Ruth aka Ezekiel had stir some infinite attractions to her. He was kind, gentle, with good sense of humor and the best part of it all, he does know how to treat woman with respect. Iman took a step back when suddenly her elbow had accidently hit the tiny cactus plant and cause it to drop on the laminate floor with a thud. Ezekiel almost had his nerves jumps out from his skin, but he was more than surprised for there stood his true love.
“Iman..” mutters Ezekiel in bewilderment. Iman can’t contain her emotions any longer, as she ran towards him and held him close to her with all her might.
“It will be stupid, if I came back here, just for a pie.” Cried Iman solemnly.
“Well, it’s never too late, for I always keep the last piece for myself, but from now on, we can always share that together.” Utters Ezekiel with wondrous tears of joy in his eyes. “Would you love to be my wife?” propose Ezekiel.
“Yes.” An definite answer with no turning point of time.
No comments:
Post a Comment