Aaiza.
A sweet and cheerful girl, who is loved by everyone. She is helpful but a little clumsy who drops things, trips on her own leg, sleeps carefree and her room is a mess. She is Crazy, fun and makes faces at herself in the mirror, She annoys peo...
I stand up very slowly pushing the chair behind, careful not to make any sound. I have to control my clumsiness here.
What if its a burglar?. Zaid is still sleeping. I pick up my phone and walk to the corner of the room so that I don't make any noise. Quicky scrolling down my contact list I find the one that I needed. 'Mr Grumpy' aka Zaid.
I hear the entire caller tune end. Damn!! He is not answering and I am having a panic attack now. With shaky hands I try once again and finally he does.
"Zaid" I am whisper speaking to him.
"Aaiza, what's wrong?." He sounds so confused and worried, probably because I sound like a scared dog right now.
"I think there's an intruder in the house." I inform whispering, covering my mouth with my hand.
"What!!?"
Darn! Why is this crazy man yelling over the phone.
"Shh! Keep your voice low and please come down." I say it very low.
"Where are you?"
Before I could answer, The line goes dead.
What The Fucckk!!!!
I check my phone. What the hell??. I am running out of phone credit.
Allah what am I going to do now?.
I wait for about 20 minutes for Zaid to call me back but he does not.
What a lazy ass. Did he even consider checking on me? Or he is just so good at his cold ways.
Or is he crazy, Here's an intruder in the house and he does not even care. Yeaah why would he, He has got a lot to satisfy him in his old and grey days. I say sarcastically to myself and my subconcious rolls her eyes standing there with her arms folded on her chest.
I walk very slowly keeping my phone back on the table. I jump startled when I hear a loud bang of a vessel this time followed with a frustrated groan.
Now I am sure there is someone in the house. Goosebumps appear on my skin and my hands starts shaking out of fear. I take in a deep breath swallowing my spit, trying to calm myself.
I need to do something. Maybe Zaid was sleepy so he did not understand what I was saying?.
I look around then pick one of the dining chairs and walk slowly towards the kitchen taking very slow steps not wanting the theif to hear me. I stand at the enterance of the attached kitchen and notice that the room was pitch black and I can only see a dark silhouette of a man wearing a hoodie, his back facing me. He was trying to remove something from the shelf above his head.
What is he searching for in the kitchen? Is he trying to steal food?.
Aaiza don't be stupid, why will he steal food?
Come on Aaiza you can do this, All you have to do is throw this heavy chair right in his face so that it hits him hard on the head and he will never try to rob anyone.
Aaiza you need to do this. You can, Be strong. I remind myself over and over again and silently ask the Lord in the heavens for help.
I walk slowly towards the figure taking tinier steps.
I am four steps away from the door I entered from. Gulping my saliva I slowly lift the chair above my head aiming at the figure to throw it right on the back of his head but before I could take any action I see him dance.
Wait! what?
Am I married off in a mental Hospital?
He did something with his hands what dancers do. what is it called?, yeah arm waves.
Why the fuck is he dancing?
Ya Allah! Why am I surrounded by crazy people?
A crazy thief dancing in front of me. A crazy brother who does not get enough of his video games and junk A crazy bestie whose mood flips anywhere anytime and her crazy clingy husband. And a Crazy husband who doesn't gives a fuck.
A humm broke my reverie.
Holding the chair tightly above my head I focus on my aim.
Maybe he is a dancing theif. Interesting, Maybe he didn't get the chance to fulfill his dream of becoming a dancer and he ended up being a theif.
What the hell am I even Thinking?
Stop laughing, its not a joke.
With that small dance he moves to his right moonwalking, his back still facing me and with an arm wave he switches on the lights. Wow! I wanted to applause at that short and perfect performance but I don't..
Wait, How is he sure about the switches here?.
It was all so fast that I did not even get time to think and take action and he turns, his golden eyes sharply looking at me.
My heart was almost out of my chest and the chair that I was holding flies in the wrong direction and landed right beside him.
"Aaaaahhh" I hear him scream jumping .
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I yell out of fear.
Wait why is he screaming??
I blink my eyes and see what I never expected.
"AAIZA!"
"Oh My God! Zaid!! I am so sorry" I gasp covering my mouth with both my hands as my eyes widen in horror.
I feel so embarrassed right now.
He really did see you holding the chair high over your head like a dumb bitch in a really awkward position. My petty subconcious taunts.
"You are, Crazy. woman." He shouts with panic in his voice. He is wearing a hoodie, zip undone without a tee underneath exposing his perfect abs.
Do you see me drooling?
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I stand there staring at my hot husband surprised because my mind right now ran back to what I saw a few seconds ago.
It was him dancing.
Zaid can dance, like a pro.
We stand there facing each other like a crazy couple we are, eye to eye. His hands on his hips as he stares at me and I at him.
Hey ppl,
Confused?? Don't worry Zaid is fine he didn't get hit.
Cliffhanger here ;)
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