Capítulo 3: WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO ME
Cold Mess by Prateek Kuhad plays on loop while Amina feels every inch of her face getting struck by soft blows of breeze thinking about someone she has been not getting over with. She smiles unconsciously while thinking of him. Always.
To sway just like
It was Friday night
And all the lights
Will blind me dry
The lyrics indulge her in a different zone and while thinking of him, it gets even more intense. She loves the Alternative/Indie genre and her entire playlist compliments her persona. The cool swift girl. The bus stopped with a strong break and she almost smashed her head into the front seat. Frowning at the driver, as always unnoticeable by him, she takes off her earphones and slides her current read "Eleanor & Park"- she is obsessed with Eleanor's character and considers her the spirit of Omaha city. She quite relates to her other than floral type dressing- in her big bulky tote. As she steps down from the bus realizing she has to buy this clear bag for the application form; of course, it gives a literate, official and presentable personality vibe. She walks in grace towards the stationary point couple of steps from the main gate.
She stops by the boundary at the premises of the road's other side. He is getting out of the passenger seat. The man driving must be his father looking so calm, face as glowing as a lantern. The car drove past the gate where she saw his face getting a bit tormented. He grabs his upper arm where his half-sleeve end is as if dipped in blood.
Amina skips a beat.
What had happened? He disappeared into the crowd at the same pace as before after this painful deceleration. She forgets about the clear bag and crosses this road to get to that spot where this scene happened. It was a keel, poking out of the exterior frame of the gate by the entrance.
She got inside and marched towards the Student Complaint department. A lady sat there busy watching Instagram reels of some VS model.
'A keel is hanging out at the entrance. Kindly get it removed as soon as possible. A student has been wounded. Thank you.', She delivered the message in a cold and deep voice and left without hearing from that lady.
She was cursing the department for not taking care of the such thing. She almost forgot that it was time to get to the office, but the clear bag? It was important for reputation. She texted Ramsha and Eshal at the same time.
'Do you have an extra clear bag? Want it. Urgent' she typed and sent.
In an instant, she received a text from Ramsha, 'Meet me at zero point. Gotcha'.
She thanked her luck, there was no time to waste. She got the zero point: this was the place under the staircase where the 3 friends usually hang out. Amina saw her friend standing there tapping her foot impatiently. Both of them embraced in an excited hug.
'Thank you, Pal!', Amina uttered.,
'Nah', She said but suddenly her voice changed likewise the topic, 'Listen. Good news! Eshal has decided to agree to her proposal. She is gonna say yes!'. Her eyes twinkled with a big smile on her face.
'Are you kidding me?', Amina couldn't believe her friend's words. She didn't know how to react. She needed a serious conversation with her- how come the girl who hated marital life and always spoke ill of it all the time suddenly agrees to the label of getting engaged? – on her views.
Amina wears a fake smile on her lips, 'What great news! We need to meet. Today my place is at 9. What say?
Ramsha winked at her with a thumbs up, 'I'll call Eshal. You better run. I am gonna have something from the café.
'Buy me a cupcake', she realized she hasn't eaten anything.
'Ahan! Meet you in class. Starts in about half an hour. She went onwards to the cafeteria.
Amina stroked her fingers to settle down her hair in all this running spree. She felts pricks of her lower cuts that would make her look uneven, which she hated the most. Well, nothing could be done. The clock needles were not with her.
She reached outside the door with a shiny nameplate entitled "Head of Department". She knocked lightly but instead of waiting for a call, she twisted open the doorknob.
Her heart stopped.
The tall sporty nerd turned his face around looking straight into her way. His face looked so fresh and mild. His silhouette blocked the sight of Mr. Khan who was also trying to sneak at the newcomer. His arm was wounded, his light blue polo made it even more vibrant, but that didn't matter to the beauty of his existence. His sleek glasses looked so tempting. He seemed clueless by the way he looked at Amina for a moment and as the corner of his mouth stretched to smile, His pointy features started to calm a bit, but he managed to turn his head forward. He was beautiful.
'May I come in sir?', Her shaky voice echoed in the room.
Mr. Khan greeted her.
As she approached the Man she couldn't stop thinking about, her heart kept losing its pace as if it was to explode.
Mr. Khan made the acquaintance of both the students, 'Ms. Amina, meet Mr. Hamza Rehan, Our President, leading the student society.'
She was in a state of confusion about whether to look first or talk first or what could have been the consequences if anything went stupid or naïve.
She couldn't have but to look at Hamza with a heart rate unfathomable. She raised her gaze to look at this guy she has been crushing over.
She sighted the most winsome eyes. The eyes resembled that transparent golden honey that strikes with the beams of sunshine and illuminates the capacity of its being. Hamza was looking at her face likewise, Amina was so into that precise moment, that she saw his lips utter something but the words were inaudible. She was lost in those eyes. What a strong inclination it was. She didn't know what to do next, therefore she bowed her head and her gaze because it was too much for her to handle. She already had an unstoppable heartbeat. She felt better but as she lifted her eyes a bit. The bandage caught her sight. She didn't know why but the pain she felt was unknown and exceptional. He must be in pain but how come he was so calm and unbound? She thought to herself.
She got back to her senses realizing what was she represented by such an unstable pea-brained attitude. She quickly ran her palms over her hair and face to become the Amina she was some minutes ago. This wasn't going well, she thought.
Amina gathered the courage to speak up starting with a fake cough and applied to Mr. Khan, introducing her idea to lead the event. She had been working on this idea for 3 days and she go the fruit of her finely organized framework, Mr. Khan praised her efforts and wished her luck in the elections. Oh goodness! She thought with a smile so wide, that it came directly from her heart.
She replied to the H.O.D in courtesy. Amina again got her head stuck in one place: What will he be thinking of her? What is she looking like? These questions were inappropriate at this point. 'I have to be serious with my mind', she taught herself. Sir started to wind up the piles of khaki paper and said something to hamza about gathering the winners of elections by the afternoon. Hamza agreed to the instructions wisely.
Mr. Khan signed the paper off and thanked both students for their cooperation.
Amina turned to the door hastily, she didn't want to have any sort of interaction or conversation with Hamza. She opened the door and marched in a fury at the staircase in front of the hall.
'Everything's gonna be okay. Easy! Easy', She childishly reminded herself.
Amina started running down the stairs step by step speeding when out of nowhere she decided to look at the way just out of curiosity. She stooped down her torso to look straight before climbing the second staircase when she caught something that baffled her mind.
Hamza stood there still and firm, his features weren't visible enough to predict what he must be thinking. But he was looking straight in the direction Amina was stagnant.
'MOVE YOU IDIOT' he reminds her brain forcefully after acknowledging the fact that hamza has caught him sneaking. What a barmy impression she has made. He was her senior, Final year lad. What kind of a person he might be? Is he a ragging person? He doesn't seem though. What if he told this to his friends and I'll be a hot topic in the entire university? All these questions and her anxiety peaked.
She ran towards the room right next to the starting of stairs.
'Ramsha, CODE RED', she stuttered breathlessly.
Ramsha popped the chewing gum bubble from her mouth, 'What happened bro? you okay?' she said with a tiny hint of concern, holding a cupcake that was bitten.
'It is not what happened, But WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!', Amina cried holding her forehead in disgrace.
She was about to speak something when the Coordinator announced everyone to gather in the assembly hall for result declaration of the elections. Her expressions changed.
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