Bound To You

Chapter 18: A Tale of the past

The wind blew my hair as I walked towards the school. I was holding my books on my hands and was carrying a bag with me as I was walking toward the school. My eyes landed on my finger where I had my ring on.

It was just yesterday when I got engaged to Mr. Bad boy. I still couldn't believe it. It felt so unrealistic. I had so many questions in my head about Omar and Emily. I wanted to talk to Omar after the engagement. I wanted to talk to Emily about the age difference but I couldn't. Just after the engagement, uncle ordered grandma and me to go home with us.

I couldn't sleep the entire night. The whole thing was messing my brain. I was going to see Emily and Omar at school today. How should I even act with the twins.

Twins . . .

Yes, Omar and Emily were twins. But why didn't none of the twins told me about it.

And Omar . . . I hated him so much! Why did he even agreed to marry me?!

I needed those answers.

What was his reasons?

Girls fell head of heels for him. He was popular. He was rich. He could have any girl, but then why did he choose to marry me when we both know that we don't get along.

I was still thinking as I reached to my school. I entered the school and began to walk towards my locker. Reaching my locker, I saw Emily waiting there for me.

She looked at me and waved her hand. I shook my head. I considered her as my friend and ever she hid her relationship with Omar.

I reached the locker and took the lock in my hand and began to try the conbination.

"Yumna?" She said leaning at my locker.

I didn't respond. I opened my locket and put the books inside the locker.

"Hey, girl, talk to me!" She said.

I didn't respond as I put some books for my first period in the bag.

"Yumna, are you angry at me?" She asked.

I sighed. I didn't know if it was anger or feeling deceived.

"Please Yumna. Talk to me."

I looked at her. "What do you want me to talk to you about, Emily?" I said.

"Yumna," she looked upset. "I know that maybe your are confuse and angry but I have reasons to hide my relationship with Omar."

I leaned on the locker and crossed my hands on my chest.

"Yumna, you know Omar, don't you?" She said. "He is workaholic, jerk and possessive."

I raised my eye brow.

She sighed. "Remember, how I am 20 years old? Not 18?"

I nodded.

"I am not even suppose to be in highschool but I missed my 2 years of study because I was sick," she said.

"Sick?"

"Yes, actually, Omar and I grew up together. Omar and I are both twins so when mom gave birth us, Omar's delivery was normal but mine was a bit complex. Mom told me that I was born weaker than Omar. So, as I grew up, often time, I used to be admitted to hospital for months and stay in bed rest," she began.

I felt bed for her. I didn't interrupt her but let her continue.

"So, in that time, your parents used to bring you over to our house," she smiled.

I looked at her in shock. "Really?"

So, I did used to know Omar from before. But, why couldn't I remember any of that?