How Love Happens - Chapter 6


 

Haifa strolled beside her mother, the sunset casting a warm, golden glow over the meticulously swept streets. The sand felt soft under her feet as they walked. Streetlights illuminated their path, allowing pedestrians to move comfortably alongside occasional motorbikes.

Their stride came to a halt in front of her Kaafa house, which was adorned with festive lights. The aroma of seafood wafted through the air. Haifa wrinkled her nose in disgust; she was perhaps the only Maldivian who disliked seafood.

They entered the house, and her family greeted them warmly before guiding them to the backyard. Long tables were laden with an assortment of barbecued delicacies, including lobsters, octopus, and various other seafood dishes that Haifa couldn't even identify.

Relatives, cousins, neighbors, and friends gathered around the tables, some even extending onto the adjacent road, creating a lively and lively atmosphere. Within moments of arriving at the festivities, Haifa found herself bombarded with questions and comments from various relatives.

"Look at you, you've grown so much and put on weight!"

"All those motorcycles and taxis in Male', you never walk anywhere. Now that you're here, you can try losing some weight."

"That's a nice top, but it's so tight. Your burga barely covers anything."

"Multimedia? What kind of career can you start with that? You should have studied something in management; it's much easier to get a job."

"You're twenty-three and still not married? My youngest daughter is two years younger than you, and she's already married and pregnant."

Haifa tried to smile politely and answer their questions, but she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the judgment and expectations of her relatives.

"You shouldn't wait too long without marriage. Can't you find a nice boy?"

"Now that she's here, we'll find her a husband."

The laughter of the relatives echoed in Haifa's ears as she tried to escape the suffocating atmosphere. She felt nauseated, a combination of the strong seafood smell and the pressure from her family's expectations.

Desperate for a reprieve, she excused herself and walked around the house, away from the chatter of the gathering. She pulled out her phone and dialed Aish's number, hoping for a sympathetic ear.

"Aish, I can't do this, it's worse than I thought," Haifa's voice quivered with anxiety as she hurriedly walked away from the overwhelming crowd, her heart pounding with unease.

"Calm down, take a deep breath," Aish's soothing voice came through the phone, a lifeline in this sea of anxiety. "Tell me what happened."

"They're like vultures," Haifa exclaimed in a hushed tone, not wanting anyone nearby to hear. "I feel suffocated. We came for dinner at Kaafa house. Aish, all of them are here, asking so many questions, and I can't handle it."

As Haifa tried to escape in her panic, she didn't notice the large root sticking out from the ground. In an instant, she tripped over it, her phone flying from her hand. Panic surged as she saw the ground rapidly approaching.

Just before she could hit the hard earth, a strong hand swept beneath her, catching her milliseconds before her inevitable fall. She found herself nestled against a man's chest, his other hand supporting the back of her head. Her hands pressed flat against surprisingly firm biceps. Her heart raced as she looked up, locking eyes with the stranger who had just saved her from a painful fall.

Haifa found herself momentarily lost in the depths of his brown eyes. His thick, straight black hair was pushed back over the top, with a few locks falling gracefully over his face. High cheekbones and an angular face framed those eyes, which were currently furrowed with concern.

"Are you okay?" Her rescuer's alluring, deep voice inquired,

Haifa felt her mouth go dry. It took some effort to respond, her voice coming out faintly, "I'm fine."

He slowly straightened her up and took a step back, but his eyes still held a trace of worry. "I must apologize," he said, his hand gently touching his chest as he lowered his head. "I didn't mean to jerk you like that. It all happened so fast, and I reacted without thinking."

Haifa couldn't help but be impressed by his politeness and chivalry. Her heart began to flutter, making her feel all tingly. Stop that, she chided her heart silently, this is the wrong one.

"I'm okay, really," she stammered, still feeling a bit flustered. "I'm not usually so clumsy. I was in a hurry and talking... Oh my God, MY PHONE!" she almost screamed, panic evident in her voice as she began searching frantically.

"It's okay, we will find it," he said, joining in the search.

After a few tense minutes, she located her iPhone lying on a grassy patch just next to the road. With a mix of relief and dread, she quickly picked it up, checking for damages.

"Oh NOOO," she cried out in disappointment. There was a crack, a fine hairline running through the lower right corner of the screen. Her heart sank.

"Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "I know a phone repairer around here, and he's really good with iPhones."

His comforting words and that charming smile with full, soft lips made his face even more devastatingly beautiful. Haifa felt her heart flutter once again, despite her best efforts to stop it.

"Ifa?" Haifa almost jumped at the sound of her stepfather's voice.

She turned to see him stepping towards her, his head tilted in concern. "I saw the way they were crowding you," he said gently. "I was just about to come and steer you away when you left so suddenly." His eyes were serious as he searched her face. "You looked so terrified. Are you okay?" he asked.

Haifa nodded, feeling a slight tug at her heart to his concern. "Yes," she replied.

"Zishan, how are you?" Jalaal smiled at her rescuer. “I see you have met my daughter.” Her heart tugged a little more at Jalaal calling her daughter.

"I'm fine, Jalaalbe’," Zishan replied warmly. "Ifa dropped her phone. I was just telling her that Muneez can fix it for her."

Jalaal nodded in agreement. "Yes, he's the best phone repairman on the island."

He turned to Haifa, his expression understanding. "Let's go inside."

Haifa shook her head. "I don't feel so well."

"Look, I understand you're feeling overwhelmed right now," Jalaal said gently. "But the celebration is for you. They don't mean any harm, and you'll get used to them. I'll stay with you. To survive here, you must learn to have a thicker skin. People will talk and pry, but they are family. That's how they have grown up."

Haifa contemplated for a moment. They were right. If not now, it will happen again soon. She couldn't keep hiding from them. Plus, the gossip would be relentless if she bailed on her own welcome party.

"Sometimes we have to deal with difficult people. Just don't react, smile and nod. You'll do just fine," Zishan added.

Haifa looked from her stepfather's encouraging face to Zishan's smiling one. "All right, this once. Don't think you two ganging up on me will work again," she said

They both laughed as they walked with her, one on each side, back into the midst of the gathering.

***

Haifa opened her eyes halfway, taking a moment to grasp her surroundings. Bright sunlight poured in like a beam, and she found herself face to face with a very curious girl hovering inches from her.

"Are you awake?" the girl whispered.

Haifa's eyes widened, and she instinctively moved back a bit, startled by the unexpected intrusion.

"Mamma said I cannot wake you, but if you are up, I can talk, right?" the girl asked, her voice hushed and hesitant. Haifa blinked, trying to make sense of the miniature figure perched at her bedside.

The girl had her hair neatly tied in pigtails, framing her oval face. Her big eyes, adorned with lush lashes, darted around the room. Ah, Haifa thought, she must be the younger sibling of Saira.

"I'm Afa. I wanted to meet you when you came yesterday," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "But I was at school at the time. I was at the party last night, and there were so many people around you that I couldn't get through." She wrinkled her nose in a comical manner.

Haifa remembered the party with a grimace, thinking about how she had to force smiles and nods so much that she felt like her teeth might fall out. She had endured the initiation without too much permanent damage, after all.

"I was born after the last time you had visited, so you didn't know about me. I had to make sure you do," Afa continued, her enthusiasm undiminished. "I'm 10 years old and in the fourth grade. My room is right next to Dhonthi's."

Haifa rubbed a hand over her face and blindly reached for her phone. She checked the time: 6:02. She inwardly groaned; it was too early for introductions. She was still processing the long list of names from last night.

"You know Dhonthi, right? Saira? She has a boyfriend now," Afa chattered on as she started to open the curtains that Haifa had forgotten to close fully, allowing the morning sun to flood into the room. Haifa squinted against the brightness.

"Even Naail has a girlfriend. You haven't met him, have you?" Afa continued, seemingly unbothered by the one-sided conversation.

Haifa scrolled through her phone, hoping to find a call or text from Aseel. He had failed to call her, and she was too mentally tired to talk to him anyway. Absently, she traced the crack on her phone's screen as she scrolled through Facebook and Instagram. It didn't take long for her to find Aseel's photos and stories.

There were pictures of him at the basketball court, on his bike, and with his friends. Haifa closed her phone and closed her eyes, feeling a pang of loneliness. Aseel had always been secretive about his life, never introducing her to his closest friends or family members.

He kept her at arm's length, and whenever she asked about it, he would make excuses or start an argument. She always ended up apologizing and dropping the subject. Haifa had accepted their relationship the way it was, as long as she had him, that was all that mattered.

“Bappa said if I brought good grades this time he would take me to Male’. I have never been there,” Afa continued, making herself comfortable in her bed. “Everyone has gone, so this is going to be a special trip just for me.”

As Afa continued to chatter, Haifa found herself lost in her thoughts about Aseel and their relationship. She wondered if she had been making things too easy for him, always being the one to initiate contact and making herself readily available. Perhaps it was time to play hard to get, to give him a taste of what it's like when she's not always at his beck and call.

She let out a sigh, realizing that she never imagined herself playing games in her relationships. But then again, she never imagined herself scheming to create problems with her mother and relatives or being stuck in a place she despised, having to engage with people she disliked.

“Afa?” A voice called out from outside the door, and Rugiyya, Afa’s mother, knocked on Haifa’s door before cracking it open. “I told you not to come in here. Did you wake your cousin?” she asked sternly.

Afa jumped up from Haifa’s bed and hurried to her mother. “I didn't wake her, Mamma,” she replied innocently.

Her mother gave an apologetic smile to Haifa before closing the door and taking her daughter with her.

Haifa pulled her blanket over her head, hoping to go back to sleep. She tossed and turned, but she couldn't stop thinking about Aseel. What if, when she stopped trying, he just let her go? Why did she feel like her doom was near?

Haifa's anxiety kicked in, and she threw away her covers in frustration. Giving up on sleep, she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

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