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And again, he ignored their conversation, she glared at him under the thick waves of her eyelashes and answered back. After they went to pray their Asr prayer, Jalilah was sure she had sene him walking to the cafeteria, ah, didn’t he said he went out and he even bought her those pills? Why was it that he didn’t take his food serious?
She was the first one to come back to the office and she took that chance to dial Farha’s number, patiently waiting for her to pick up as she tapped her feet on the marble floor.
“Girl, any gist?” Those were the first words her best friend uttered, and she wondered how in the whole world, she chose a psycho to be her Besty.
“Are you sure you’re normal? You aren't even going to ask me how I'm doing? I told you I was sick, Farha!” Jalilah whined, but some part of what she had buckled up since after Zuhr began melting because she was sure she would find a solution through Farha.
“Come on, I know you’re fine. If you aren't fine, I would have gotten a call from either Mama or that hot boss of yours saying you’re either dead or unconscious. So, gist me already, I know you call me to tell me something.”
She hissed loudly and wished she was together with this bunch of craziness so she would give her a medicine of her own. “I don’t know what's wrong with you, Farha. So here it is, since yesterday...”
Farha giggled and Jalilah could imagine her dancing, “Now you’re talking, I'm sure something happened yesterday. Girl, did you realize you’re slowly getting obsessed with your handsome-I’m-on-my-period-boss?”
They both burst out laughing and Jalilah found it so hard to stop, “What the hell is wrong with you, Farha? What kind of name is that?”
“I thought yesterday you said he always act as if he was on his period? Forget that, gist me the whole deal.” And she did, not omitting single information out. Because that was what always happened, even if she promised herself that she wasn't going to tell Farha something, she couldn’t.
She had been giggling, screaming and Jalilah heard sounds she was sure were her crazy and annoying dancing steps. “You said he collected your bag in the pharmacy, you had an eye contact in the car and you could feel his gaze all over. Also, your hands slightly brushed during lunch but he stupidly let you got drenched. Babe, how dare him?!”
That was why she always loved Farha, if something happened to her, she showed more anger than herself. Before she replied her, Farha continued, “And today he acted cold towards you, didn't even ask how you were feeling. You kept sneezing, thanking Allah, but nothing came from him. Do you know what I love the most about you? Your crazy self, I'm glad you roasted the idiot with your words. But man, I like him! Look at how he’s been taking care of my best friend! She even takes her medication, hypocrisy at its peak, Jalilah.”
Jalilah threw her head back and laughed, she knew Farha would surely complain about this. Because if she fell ill, both Mama and Farha would be begging her to take her medication but it would be a matter of doing or die before she did. “I didn’t simply take it, Farha. I told you, he forced me.”
“Mmm, he indeed forced you. With his eyes and that angelic smile huh?” Jalilah clenched her eyes shut and realized that she had to set some things right.
“Look, yes, I kind of like his eyes even though they unnerve my soul at times. But you see when he smile or speak as every human being do? Farha even you that always claims to be hard girl, you have no choice but to fall for that. Girl, it looks like you have a whole freaking angel sitting beside you!”
She heard the soft foot smacks in the office and just before she was done praying that he wasn’t the one or she was only hallucinating, he spoke. “Are you done yet or you have more words to say so we can get back to work?”
“Oh my god! Jalilah is that his voice? My chest, sweetness!” Farha giggled and awed to herself.
Jalilah wanted the sofa she was sitting on to swallow her whole, but the way Farha was squealing and ranting about his voice showed how she had gotten herself a best friend that deserved to be taken to the psychiatry.
“Farha, he heard what I was telling you. Girl, I'm ruined.” She hushed through gritted teeth and didn’t make the mistake of turning to look at him.
“And so what? Tell him that you were talking to your amazing best friend about him, that you’ve gotten yourself the kindest boss ever on earth. It’s as simple as that!”
“You’re going to hell for this. Don’t ever call me again!” Jalilah whined with a heartbreaking voice and ended the call to avoid Farha’s destructive giggles from rupturing her ears.
She braced herself for the worst and turned to look at him, he was seated on his chair and was working while he casually looked up at her. “Are you done?” He asked, motioning at her MacBook.
“Did you hear something? Please say you didn’t.” She knew she sounded so desperate and was embarrassing herself even more because of this, but she had no more choice. As far as she wanted to have peace of mind, she had to know.
“I heard what? Talking over the phone about something? Yeah, I did, what’s about that?” He answered and fixed his eyes on her, how she looked solemn was enough to make him laugh, but he didn’t.
“And who am I talking about?” She slurred and looked at him with a pleading expression in her eyes.
“How would I know? Probably your boyfriend or husband? The slides please.” He pointed at the heap of documents in front of her, emanating that he wasn’t interested in whatever it was she was talking about and didn't even mind about that either.
She looked at her MacBook and nodded her head lightly, she palmed her face and heaved a sigh out of relief. “Ya Rabb, I've never been this embarrassed.” She got working but it wasn’t long until Farha sent her a text.
‘Girl, make sure you tell him he’s the one. That voice shouldn’t be wasted on another girl but you! I'm going to disown you if you don’t, idiot!’ Please, where can she buy a licensed gun? She had someone to kill.