Hayfah woke up with a throbbing headache, she rummaged for her phone under her pillow; but couldn't find it. That got the remaining sleep in her vanished into a thin air.

She had been used to texting Abba every morning, and would always get Malik's text also. She abruptly sat down; petrifiedly looking at her bed. Could by any chance her phone got missing?

"Fareeha! Have you seen my phone?" Hayfah asked; she was up the creek. How could she contact Adyan without her phone? But it suddenly somersaults in her; that she has memorized the number__but still.

Fareeha entered their room with a brown towel around her petite frame, as water was dripping from her body. She gave Hayfah a puzzled look, as how she looked tensed.

"Are you still on bed, Hayfah? We're 15mins late!" Fareeha nagged, she had been waking Hayfah up before she went for shower, and was seriously annoyed;upon seeing Hayfah still on bed.

"Have you seen my phone? I couldn't find it," Hayfah asked, ignoring Fareeha's nagging. She was now on her feet, and had already jumbled up the bed.

"Couldn't you find it?" Fareeha asked, as she moved towards her box.

"Yes I couldn't. I think we left it on that bench yesterday. What would I do? His number," Hayfah informed, as she dalliedly took off her clothes, and wrapped her towel around her frame.

"Go and shower first, we'll check it later. Haven't you memorized his number? You can call him with my phone," Fareeha enunciated, as she thrusted Hayfah the bucket and toiletries.

Hayfah took the bucket and sauntered out of the room, the neurosis of not seeing her phone gnawing at her. She came back, dressed up, and they moved out of the room; heading directly to where they sat yesterday.

"Fareeha, it's gone. I can't find it," came Hayfah's husky voice, as it was laced with worry.

"Sorry, Hayfah, you shouldn't worry about this. Since you've memorized his number, you can call him with my phone. Let's go, we're late," Fareeha pacified, as she slowly guided Hayfah; so they could move to the lecture hall.

Hayfah was glum since they entered the lecture hall, her thought kept moving back to what he wanted to tell her, was it something tender? Would he by any chance has something for her, like she does?

She didn't know when the lecture ends, but only Fareeha's tap on her shoulder that brought her back to reality. She sigh, took her chained handbag and trudge out of the lecture room.

"Hey! Your Betty is calling me, I think he has called your phone and got it switched off," Fareeha said, as she thrusted Hayfah her phone.

"Hello Betty," Hayfah slurred, as she placed the phone on her left ear.

"Betty I'm in ABU, just came to see you, and have been calling your phone but it was switched off," came Malik's voice, he was obviously enthusiastic.

"Okay. Wait for us infront of Amina hostel, we would be there now," she replied briskly, as she ended the call, thrusting back Fareeha's phone.

They walked in a hushed silence, everyone was lost in his thoughts. Fareeha was thinking of a way to subside Hayfah's problem, and the only solution is to call him; which loomed Hayfah wouldn't for now.

They halted beside Malik's car, he came out with a fleeting smile on his lips; he had seen her expression, he knew something went wrong, he hope it wasn't because of him__Adyan of course.

"Let's get in," he said to both of them, as he unlocked the doors. Hayfah and Fareeha silently hopped in.

There was a hushed silence, until Malik spoke "What happened to you Betty? Why are so moody?" He asked calmy, as he fix his intense gaze on her glum face.

She heaved a sigh and looked at him, wanted to talk; but she didn't know what was procrastinating her. She swallowed a lump and shook her head, with a fleeting smile on her lips.

Malik palmed his face; as he heaved a sigh, turning his attention to mute Fareeha, he said "Besty," slowly, she knew what that means.

"It was him. They met yesterday," that was all she uttered and sealed her mouth, she knew Hayfah would tell him everything.

He turned his attention to Hayfah, as he felt a pang of jealousy in his heart, his heart twinged. So she was still into that guy, why in the world would they have met? Ya Rabb! Isn't his silence tormenting him so hard?

"I saw his yesterday, Betty. We almost bumped to eachother, so we sat down and talk about many things, snapped some pictures, exchanged phone numbers; he even sent me the pictures.

Abba called me, so I had to move away from the noise; but before I could turn, he has left. Again, Betty. I tried calling his number, but it was switched off. So unfortunate, I left my phone there, and now; he might have called and got it switched off," she whimpered, as she was trying so hard to sniffle her sob__but couldn't.

Her words scourged Malik's heart, despite him being here, she was still into that guy. "Are you still going to deny the fact; that you love him?" He asked sarcastically, knowing what her answer would be.

She swiftly elevated her eyelids; her orbs falling directly into his greyish orbs. She wasn't expecting this question from him. "Yes. I love him__so much, that it hurts."

Right at that instance; Malik avowed to make her forget that guy, whom he doesn't even know his name, for she took the name as her priceless treasure.

"Betty, thinking about him, letting his thoughts to dive into your soul, accepting the fact that you need him badly; would only crucify your heart, and hinder alot of processes in your life. Learn to live without his thoughts, try moving on, it would be the better option. If he really cares, he would've called even before you left the place, or wait for you; no matter how in a haste he was. Try, Betty, you can do this," Malik encapsulated, deep down his heart; the fear of what would be her reaction was gnawing at him.

Hayfah was silent, she couldn't devise some words in her noddle, her heart was contemplating wether to utilize her Betty's idea or not. She could vividly imagine Adyan shaking his head as a No, but she snubbed it.

Malik almost gave up, when he heard her husky voice. "You're right, Betty. Moving on is the best option," she said, as a triumphant smile broke his lips.

***

Adyan was packing his clothes, he has booked for a 10am flight yesterday, he had almost forgot about his phone; when it somersaults in him that Hayfah must've called him.

Flinging the shirt he was holding on his bed, Adyan sprinted to Kassim's room, and began scavenging for his phone in Kassim's room; whom was in the bathroom.

"Hey! What's the meaning of this? Why are you jumbling my room?" Kassim clamoured, he just came out of the room, and found his room hafly jumbled; Adyan throwing his pillows over the room.

"I'm looking for my phone, she must've called. I was such a jerk to slept off without calling her yesterday. It was all your fault," Adyan grumbled, reaching for the bed side drawer.

Kassim stood there mouth agape, as he watch him awe, he wondered who was this girl; that swept Adyan off his feet. His little bro wasn't like this, he seldom look at girls, but see how he was jumbling the whole room because of a girl.

Adyan was tired of searching, he slumped on the bed, as he heaved a sigh; out of frustration. "Where is it, please?" He asked, piercely looking at Kassim; who was majestically applying a lotion on his body.

"Done with your craziness? Tidy up my room, if you want your phone," Kassim dictated, with a tone of finality laced on his voice, he didn't even spare Adyan a look.

"Kassim, I have a flight to catch; by 10am. The maid can do this. Give me my phone," Adyan whined, a beseeching tone was palpable on his voice.

"I've already made my mind, and you knew so well how adamant I could be. So__start the work now," Kassim spoke in an enraging tone, as he sauntered to his closet.

Adyan furiously left the room, only to come back with infuriated Mom tailing behind him. "Here he is," he said to Mom, pointing at Kassim with his pouted lips.

"Give me the phone, Kassim. I don't want any trouble here, he has a flight to catch," Mom bellowed, she knew Kassim would hardly give her the phone.

Kassim laughed at how they stood in the middle of the room, both their hands at akimbo, he wondered if they were going to give him the beating of his life. "Mom, I'll not give him, let him clean my room first," Kassim stated, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Give him the phone, I'll clean the room for you," Mom said, as she moved towards his bed. She knew it would be the only solution__and of course; she wins.

They both reach for her at the same time, both taking her hands off the bed. "I'll do it, Mom. Go please," Adyan said, as he began stretching the bedsheet.

"Take, leave my room, and send the maid here," Kassim smacked his head with the phone and moved back to the mirror.

Adyan and Mom high-fived "It worked! Let's quickly decamp," they both marvelled at the same time, and pranced out of the room, leaving grinning Kassim.

Adyan got back to his room, called Hayfah numerously; but the phone was switched off. He tried sending her a text, thinking it might be network, but all in vain. He defeatedly slumped on his bed, calling her number; he wasn't ready to give up.

It was 35mins to 10am, he had no chance but to take his shower. He dressed up swiftly and trudged to the living room; his left hand holding his trolley, the right hand calling Hayfah.

"Good morning, Dad," he greeted glumly, and sat on his seat.

Dad gave him a flummoxed look, he knew something was wrong with Adyan, this wasn't the usual him. "What happened, Adyan? Are you sick?" He asked, flashing him a loving smile.

"His juliet ditched him," Mom chirped in, laughing at them. She wanted to make the atmosphere less tensed, she wants to make him laugh__but deep down, she was hurting.

"Moommm," he whined, pouting his lips. "She didn't ditched me, it's just...uno? I can't even put it in words," he sighed, putting a spoonful of chips into his mouth.

"So sorry, Son. Find yourself a juliet like mine," Dad taunted, as he pecked Mom's hand.

"Dad! This hurt uno? I'm jealous," Adyan feigned a hurt expression, but deep down, the pain was still there.

They finished their breakfast in a hushed silence, only some glances sent to Adyan by his parents__especially Mom. He knew what that means, she wants him to be strong, but how would he?

"Bye, Dad. I love you, don't miss me too much," Adyan said, as he hugged his Dad, he couldn't help but suppress his sadness; for his parents happiness.

"How would I miss you? When I'll have my juliet all alone," Dad retaliated, as he scoffed a laugh.

Adyan moved towards his mother, hugged her tight; as he thrusted her his phone "Take this, Mom. Make sure it didn't die out of charge, Please. I know she might call. If she calls, send me the number at the instant," he spoke glumly, as he moved towards the living room door; the driver was waiting for him.

"What does this mean? Are you giving up?" Mom asked, flummoxedly looking at his phone.

"Yes, Mom. Do I have another chance? Where would I start searching for her? Following every student in ABU and showing them her picture or what? When I don't even know the faculty she studies in," Adyan said, flashing her a rueful smile, that emotes a conjuring message; that he would be fine.

"Adyan.," Mom slurred, her eyes filled with tears.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll try and move on," with that, Kassim collected his trolley, not having the idea of what was happening. Together; they sauntered out of the house.

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