10◇ RESIGNED

♡You do not know me how others know me since we did not meet how they met met♡

KaayCee. That is his name, the almost dead male saved by children. Just that, not a shortened endearment of an actual meaningful name given, the one who named him; his mother, as clueless the meaning of that name. His father traditionally was to name him, was to but could not, his presence was a requirement unfulfilled.

Not that his father was unkind no, but then, he most have been agreeable, enough for his mother to marry hence.his existence; KaayCee did not know for sure but if there were good memories apart from ones with a vividly big man who always came into their equally big house yelling for food and a rough dishevel of his barely passed toddler hair most times accompanied by an iced treat or two, KaayCee's memories failed to regurgitate.

He though remembered mother's face fold in displeasure only lasted until said big man took her where his mother cooked in funny twists both in each other's embrace moving around then into the tv room his little self always thought were weired but his mother was in laughter happiness so he shrugged that was ok enough.

Hashim Kalbah his father, he was not a bad man just a whirlwind of a father. KaayCee bore not his name as was the Kalbah family tradition but the name of a merchant pedler who played the important role during his birth; he was present and father on one of his trading expeditions.

Swore to heaven and beyond Ruwaiya Kalbah did that the tradesman was an actual angel why he did not stay long alive, very kind that man to all the neighbours, she would recite religiously, gave good discount too. None loved him than his customers and perhaps his mother possibly more especially when KaayCee -the first, died helping Ruwaiya to the midwife.

Ironical twist for fate to have me alone his mother said, alone in birthing pangs; workers, nearby neighbours already at mosque in prayers. Expecting but unusually late that day to the mosque mother distressed, halted mid hasty waddle that's how KaayCee the first who would come to pray evening Salat at the mosque met the kind woman who fed him always after prayers. Sadly he was bitten by a careless charmer's escaped reptile a little too dark to notice the slither.

KaayCee very early on was informed Hashim Kalbah was not at all pleased yet had to concede continuing his trading travels years on one of which he failed to return home alive from. His son was five then.

Admitting to know really nothing about the man who sired him makes no lie of the truth that this restless quest for life's validation he did not inherit from his talkative homebody mother but thankfully did not share the same fate with his old man... almost anyways but the battle scars he now wore will just forestall a re-attempt to get back his target.

His motto, Service paid for is a Satisfaction guarantor, especially in his pursuant of this particular assignment that is someworth close to home only simmered his blood for action.

Alright he must be patient to heal; not a frequent word in his dictionary sitting in a place doing not anything yet the possibility of leaving the community unscathed than already if there is any choice in the matter now though will be just a hard feet to achieve, if the chief's son has everything to do with it. The youth follows him with sharpened gaze that could cut through the heart.

"Ya wenchi!". Slimmer his hope become if the girl, the main catalyst continue to cut into his survival chances.

"Careful with you attentions will you, your prince will not be pleased" he really will not.

If the girl will focus on just washing the light bundle of clothes strapped from home not stop in-between to walk over the boulder he perched at a few yards from the lively water body to gossip something one of the girls said they would have left here before his royal disapproval breezed in his puppy entourage in tow and with the specially reserved look for KaayCee because like every coincidental and controversial misunderstanding in a love story Haffiz arrived just the time she rushed over to whisper another joke.

On a zero to ten maxed scale, leaving this stream with spirit still attached to body is not tipping to the positive.

The silly girl even more silly if possibly, brushed his fallen hair from his eyes still laughing at her joke yet to notice her deranged looking beu, alright slightly...maybe but he looks...un-pleased. Very. And this not really how KaayCee panned out his death. He was to die fighting off w-

"Nasimah!"

One word the catalyst to a hushed stream. Not the syllables per say just the tonation of it left the stream almost bare within moments the playful bantering echoing away with filled buckets and pots the restless water only evidence of the human presence, just a few bold ones and the posse his annoyedness arrived with. Allah how to save himself from this? In just steps the approaching boy will be on them. He did not trust safety with his naïve caretaker.

"Haffiz!" The ignorant girl was genuinly happy with his presence, not so KaayCee so many things could go awry. "Hunting was not as expected?" Could a girl be this clueless both boys mirrored faces of internal groans but the later smacked back to reality not pleased with the shared moment with his rival. KaayCee did not even think of her-she is barely fourteen! and he was past maturity age.

"We are bethroted" Yes they were if the elaborate but intimate ceremony that took place days ago was real. Truthful the girl's squeaking acceptance to be saddled with... er this one would have been shocking if otherwise because her silly crush on the mysterious 'ya winchi' she always laughed at his pronunciation, she saved pales in comparison to feelings for Haffiz. Poor thing is clueless about it too about everything because the present look of confusion screamed that response wondering why Haffiz bore that pained look again.

Nasimah took notice how the both boys' face bore twin response at her askance. Did they expect her to read meaning into those words as if they would know any more if she was to present both with a comb and a female's hair, humph!

"Indeed we are and I know this". So happy with her choice to accept him never to envision another with him now. "What ails you th-?" He will not dare shame her like this! "Haffiz! You have not changed your mind don't say it!"

Fourteen season turned young girl obviously agitated twisted then twisted a helpless partly washed dress. It was him who came to her, promises shared, as you have accepted my heart know that you alone will have it for a long time the time after life itself if Allah will, he had vowed yet now he changes his mind at a whim!

"The surprise I feel!" Scoffs "Certainly you changed your mind after that day, you convinced me to- how can you - oh you!" A ploy at revenge for all her talkbacks? Well maybe she should take the now well-wring makeshift rope to him!

Clearly Haffiz's countenance was sour. More than when he arrived. How does he suddenly become the one in the wrong? it is this annoying female always she who happens to still be unburden-ing her tongue, who continuously cause him to step out of character. Behaving freely with another male sees nothing wrong with it that his friends laugh at this display even.

"Cease your wagging girl! I come for no such!"

"But you-"

"Uttered words of such?"

"No" No denying the deep rise and fall of her chest flickered his attention some; suddenly reminding him how fast she's is becoming woman yet her behavior called for a serious talk and not of that kind.

"You claim remembrance of our bethrothal yet do this?" To clear the smoke from her eyes, "If you were to see Shuwaibah and I together palms entwined as we laugh her other hand tangled in my hair yet I will claim to belong to another you...you do not ...you will not be bothered then?" She better not say yes.

Vision played out clear with equally good sounds and Nasimah's gut pained her what was it this morning for breakfast?

"Why will you do that?" He better not do that!

"Why do you then?"

"Not the same! I am caring for the sick". Haffiz is wrong this time as well.

"Do point to me of his injuries that hinders his hearing but needs your whispering into ears so close to him!"

Just her. This female, it is her only who will make him lose dignity, owns his heart still and unceasenly maddening.

The rest occupants of the stream watched the lengthy silence on eager for more action.

"Truely you will not do all that with Shuwaibah?" Said girl had no wicked intent but determined. Very so, always puppy-ed after Haffiz since before both girls could walk.

Nasimah truely did not care for all that did not realise her soft heart for Haffiz until he took her to ask she be his once she become of age. Strong lengthy fingers had engulfed hers making her little chest rise and fall rapidly that instant sparking awareness of how truely she cared for him, Shuwaibah will not concede still. The other day she took water to his mother then sort him out at their private corner during the moon meet to tell him that. In her presence!

"It pains you yes?" It did "And I?"

"Look she is still young alright?" It was not a wise thing to help make his grave a comfortable size but the pale boy was uncomfortable watching the angry teary girl.

"Keep to your concerns out of matters that are not yours". Truely this is a show of madness why him truely, not even that loose tongued Rahna has this issue and he had been betrothed to his female since birth, both of them but he has to wrestle his Nasimah's affections with this..pale leech.

"Not my -" a pause because seduction of the vision knocking this young prince's brain cells to their right stream flow was becoming hard to resist, "she has been caring for me straight up for months," dare the stranger seem unsettled? Haffiz was uncertain but the amount of time between the stuttered utterance, bruised equally pale fingers passed through the excess strands of hair at his nape.

"Look man... she's about to cry alright?"

Yes indeed she was he looked at the pointed female, "Nasimah come". Indeed madness Haffiz sighed with resign giving in as always.

"Haffiz" KaayCee watched how Nasimah easily ate the distance separating the two not one worry on her oval face tears magically drained from her eyes approaching the outstretched arms of a raging bull. She might be young but this one was cunning without even knowing. KaayCee had no envy as he watched Haffiz take her away to comfort.

A red siren and one possessive bull, that young lady will ruin him. They will be their salvation and darn-nation.

☆GLOSSARIES☆

Salat - Prayer

Ya winchi/wanchi - A foreigner or white person.



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