Sixteen

Chapter 16

Sophia's POV 

   A man in a blue polo walked inside the dark room and I sighed in relief because he was not the person I was dread to see.

My nightmare. 

"How was your trip to wonderland," he sang, walking toward me and clapping his hands before taking a wooden chair and sitting in front of me. 

"Think, Sofia; if Maryam is in this situation, what would she do? She is extroverted while I am not"I thought bitterly while I shook my head. 

"Come on, be yourself," my subconscious responded. Alhamdulillah that it was not giving me snarky comments, I hated it sometimes but I loved it so much.

I looked the man in the eyes. This man had a boyish face: I thought he would be in his early twenties. He was taller than me but definitely not tall like my Yusuf. 

My Yusuf!

I liked how it sounded, my heart yearned for him. Would he miss me? Would he find me?