Abominable

We step into Patricia's Family house just in time. Everything is set on the dining and I start seeing and smelling meals I've never tasted in my life; this makes me gulp.

Acknowledgement hits me. I am hungry. And I feel my stomach growling for those recipes. Even though they are unfamiliar to me.

We walk further and I become face with a big woman. She is as gorgeous as Patricia and I notice so many familarities. I guess she is the hen and mother of these two beautiful chicks, Patricia and Jamal.

Talking of Jamal, he is walking over the dining with a straight face. Certainly, too hungry and tired of being patient.

"Meet my mom Mrs. Mehdi" Patricia introduces me to her older version and I return to earth, bringing my gaze to her bright eyes.

"Nice to meet you mom" I render my manners and bow.

But she raises me up and hugs me. My eyes snap open like a bird strangled on its neck.

Did she just hug me? I wasn't expecting such warm treatment. Not that I thought bad about this meeting but, Muslim are always different. And turn to be strict with a certain approach.

"I'm happy to know my daughter makes good friends. And we're happy to receive you here" she mutters.

Good friends?

We pull away from the heart felt hug.

"Mom, like I told you before, this is Myla..." Patricia advertises me and I stand there grinding awkwardly at her every word, my eyes frequently passing from them over to the man on the dining; who is currently seating with the lady of yesterday. His fiancee.

I feel my heart dividing into pieces. I completely forgot about her again.

"Myla?" Patricia calls and I flinch.

"Yes," I answer almost inaudibly as I felt my voice crack.

Why am I feeling this pain?

"Let me take you to someone. I know you've met my brother already but I should do a proper introduction for you" she is holding unto my arm like an anchor while pulling me ahead.

Someone? Why does her statement sound weird?

Her mom is walking in front of us as we join the others in their moment.

As soon as we arrive the table, she loosens her grasp on me and starts conducting.

"This is my new friend Myla. Jamal knows about her. But I wanted to do it properly by introduce her to Latif" she gestures to her brother's Fiancee.

And he looks at me at once. An electric shock spreads through my veins. I struggle to compose my countenance away from his gaze as the memories of yesterday accumulates my frigid mind.

My eyes sight his Fiancee who looks at me in coolness. Her composure is very healthy. Her back is upright and her legs are crossed underneath the table.

Last night was dark but today I can see every inch of her beauty. Her nose is pointed out and her eyes are bright gray. Her hair is polished brown and very wavy. I can sense how smooth it is from a distance.

She has a perfect oval face with small lips. It has never crossed my mind that beautiful woman go for extremely handsome men like Jamal. I always thought 'not pretty' for 'very handsome' and vise versa.

This is kind of funny to me. But I'm starting to feel jealous for her.

Patricia goes on riding my brief history. Hopefully she doesn't mention I was drunk.

The whole time as we finally sat down and began eating our meals, Jamal doesn't cease to peek at me. And I don't make it obvious I am looking back.

Every discussion we have is in the air. My whole mind and my world is not in any topic they ramble about. It is with someone special. Someone's Fiance.

I abruptly shut my eyes at my thoughts. That guilty atmosphere is back.

Opening them, I find him staring at me with seriousness. His brows are creased and he seems to be wondering about 'God knows what'. Maybe he's reading my mind.

Is he studying me or something?

This is our first eye contact since I came. Whenever he looked at me, I stared away but this time, he catches me so right handed.

I can't move a limb and my mouth has also stopped masticating the food in it. I am stiff like an iron rode.

He is locking eyes with me intensively. And I feel my world cease from evoluting?

It feels like he is trying to communicate something through those life taking brown orbits of his.

A drop of salty water rolls down my forehead and my hands are becoming really weak and sweaty from anxiety.

Fuck! What is he doing to me?

My utensil falls from my grip and sounds against my plate.

I become conscious and look into my ditch which is still very full of food. I realize I haven't been eating anything.

I crane my neck and everyone's gaze is on me. Except Jamal who is digging into his plate so innocently.

"Are you ok?" Mrs. Mehdi inquires and I roll my head to her.

No, I'm not

"I'm alright mom. Just a little distraction"

I suddenly feel the return of Jamal's gaze from the corners of my eyes while his mom nods and they continue with their talk.

I bring back my head to him and he isn't looking anymore but his Fiancée is giving me a cold glare. Almost like a warning.

Did she notice us?

I'm screwed.

I stop sending my eyes to that direction until our dinner is over. He didn't speak much the whole time.

I'm starting to feel blessed for hearing him talk to me last night. Because today, it seems as though he swore not to commit his precious godly voice for everyone to hear. Or maybe he's doing that because of my presence.

I insist on clearing the ditches with Patricia. Because I want to get myself distracted. I can't stand the way Jamal's Fiancée pierces her wounded gaze into my eyes.

As beautiful as those eyes are; they hold something more critical than malice.

They pennatrate into your skin like radio active substances. And that gives me blisters in my organs.

I'm starting to hate her just like her Fiance's sister. Patricia and I walk to the kitchen and I become curious as to why she said she is irritated by her brother's Fiancée.

"Umm... Patricia I-I'm wondering about what you said yesterday. Why do you dislike Latif?"

She smiles at me and I narrowly stare back at her. What is so funny about what I said?

I was expecting her to portray a disgusted face after I called her enemy's name.

She places the bowls into the sink on her left and faces me.

"I saw the way she looked at you during super" is all she says and I'm left pale.

Did she see the part before that as well? No, tell me she didn't see me looking at her brother who will soon get married to someone else other than me.

Uhh? I'm I even listening to myself?

Now, I see why he stared at me that way. He must've noticed how I am psychologically.

I look away from her smirking profile to the sink she just deposited bowls in, then dipped my plates into it silently.

Why is she smirking for heaven's sake? It makes me nervous.

"She doesn't merit my brother"

I shrug at her statement then roll my head towards her.

"Why?"

"You'd understand later"

I frown in confusion. And also feel my brain knitted after listening to her words.

I'd just conclude that it's a family issue and I don't want to pry further into the matter.

If I should know, I will know for sure.

We carry our bodies out of there and join the others in the living hall. She directs me in and my tracks drop dead. This live hall has a castle diamention.

I couldn't notice its vacancy from outside the house. Now I see where the 'Sir' from yesterday came from. They are grounded in a luxurious vicinity.

I feel a gaze on me and draw my attention to its owner. It was him. The Greece God. I stare away instantly. I think I have fed enough of him already. It's time I stop.

I squat on a couch next to Patricia. I lift my head and notice Jamal and his woman seating directly opposite me with his mom close to them.

This is tempting.

I should change position. I scan the room and realize my current settlement is manageable.

I sink into my chair in defeat. I can't sit here without facing his direction.

Mrs. Mehdi starts enjoying her discussion with her soon to be daughter-in-law while Patricia is having a talk with her brother.

I notice after a very long time of conversation that the head of the house is Mrs. Mehdi. She lost her husband and she has been the one nursing her kids all alone.

This must have been so challenging for them without a dad and for her without a spouse. That feeling to confine to someone but you can't find any is very tormenting to leave with.

The chart in the room grows wild and I become very comfortable with our little talk. But everything dies down when Mrs. Mehdi says

"Myla, you've been pretty silent. Why don't you tell us more about yourself"

Everyone has diverted their gazes to me like spectators ready for a show.

Due to the nervousness from a simple question, I flip my head at Jamal for a million time today.

His jaws are flexed and protrudes sharper than last night. I start dreaming of his Greece fragrance. It smells the same now; hitting all the angles of my nostrils. I can also tell what his perfume is made of from the way it spans my wind pipe. I suddenly notice that we are wearing the same material of dresses.

Everything about him I wasn't paying attention to before; I am beginning to note every single piece of them.

Due to this I become bold to tell about myself to everyone. It feels like he is giving me the rightful informations I need to approach his family.

"I'm a medical student. I come from an average home. But I was able to make myself above that; due to my closeness towards God. He proned me into the woman I am. And helped me endure patience. Now, I leave peacefully with friends. They are my family. I manage enterprises and write book about anything. I'm not specific in that domain. And generally in my career, I can do anything I am intrigued by. But in all these my vision is to make the world a better place for everyone until Christ my Lord comes. I am strict and focus. But I also have a soft side. I'm emotionally attached to the people I love."

I can't stop staring at him and he doesn't either. I realize that I have a familiar emotion towards him.

A dangerous feeling that can make me confine to him about anything without my acknowledge. This is more than a spell. It's a strong force; above every force on this Earth and out.

I think it's divine.

But I doubt, why do I have so many unanswered questions about this guy? He is getting married. And I know that but I still feel positively attracted to him.

He hasn't said anything to me since we arrived. But his stare alone is more than words. And now I feel like a robot.

I'm not a shy person. I am social. But right here, I must depend on him completely before uttering anything.

What's all these? I'm I becoming Satan for letting such an 'abomination' in my heart?

Please, Lord help me!

To be continued...