Destiny is making this difficult for me !

Chapter 38

'Omar'

It felt like Deja Vu watching her walk through the dojo doors.

She sniffed through the equipment with the curiosity she had when we first met. The only difference this time was that I didn't insult her, and she didn't yell gibberish into my face. I caught myself smiling…how I wish I had her beside me every day.

Owais made this possible for me, he used the isolated training programme in my favour, and I was surprised that Zakira agreed…

Watching her train, enjoy pastries, and sleep peacefully again has made me rest easier. I was a lot happier with her around, I did, however, wish that we were comfortable around each other like before. These days, we always looked like we were walking on eggshells.

She handed me a coffee looking down, "I'm sorry for last night."

"Prove it," I said, folding my arms

"If you ever fall asleep on me, I will not make any movement that will wake you up!"

She said, pushing the coffee into my arms. I sipped on it as I cleaned up the dojo for today's in-house competition. I had to make sure that we were always prepared. After sparring with each other, we were finally given the day off and could go outside. Which wasn't fun at all because there were flashing lights everywhere… all thanks to Jamal.

He really had the tail he asked for. After ordering our food and splitting away up, we took our seats, having our first takeaway for the month.

Zakira joined us as Owais laughed, smashing ice cream into her face. It was indeed something else.

"You guys don't have to rub your relationship in," Elizah said, stealing their ice cream, " some of us are single."

Owais laughed, turning towards me as I hid my blushing face away. She tossed their ice cream away. And after we ate, we split up. I took Elizah to a firework show.

"Are you okay?" I asked, placing my hands in my pockets

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be…I just am a little confused."

"We don't have to be in a relationship if we like each other. Dating is haraam (forbidden), when the time is right, we will be together."

She turned to me, passing her balloon to me, "I`d like that, and remember I'm holding your word against you," she said, pointing towards the watch I gave her.

My hoodie drowned her: "Now that you've said that, can you stop being nice."

"I am not nice," she said, pushing my forehead.

She smashed cake into my face as she ran off. I chased after her as the firework show began. Now that beautiful laughter of hers was music to my ears.

"Do you know why her parents and mine suddenly stopped being on good terms?"I asked Owais

"That's a random question, why would you want to know that."

"Her parents may not recognise me well, but if they bump into my father while I try to pursue her, it might not go too well."

"I see…

"Well, I don't know what happened, but it has something to do with your mother. They hardly discovered the truth since she died after her spine injury."

"Spine injury?" I ask confused

"No one knows the truth it was complicated. And what's this about marrying her, though?"

"I clearly cannot control my feelings, sometimes I just really want to hug her…kiss her forehead. Be around her; you know that isn't allowed before marriage."

"I feel like you should ask her parents after telling your father."

"And when they do find out," I asked

"You tell them the truth."

"I see," I replied walking towards the punching bag as the girls arrived.

It was true that my mother's death remained a mystery, but for some reason, Elizahs family was cut off thoroughly after the incident. I knew why my mother died, and I never tried questioning it since I want her to rest peacefully. It was just something I always carried with me but never allowed to become negative. She always asked us not to weep at her grave, after all, she left everyone with something beautiful.

"It's difficult for me to cry," she said, looking at the cloudy sky.

"I`ll cry for you then," I responded.

"I thought guys always wanted to look manly, yet you're here offering to cry for me."

"if you can't cry…I will do it for you," I repeated

"I want to cry over losing my childhood friends…the harvested fruit this year doesn't taste as good as it always has, I miss them."

"It's no sin to feel that way."

"All my life I wished to cry, I heard it makes things feel lighter…you don't feel so suffocated and hurt."

"Tears…are from the heart after all, "I said, passing her my phone, "whenever you want to cry but can't, read this…it feels just as good as having a cry session."

Her face with a smile on it as she scanned the picture on my phone.

I couldn't tell if asking for her hand was a good thing, I couldn't tell if the trimming was correct, and most certainly couldn't tell if she was to be mine. We will be separated again but I am happy that she was her happiest with me and that I could bring her to smile, even if it were for a short while.

The isolated programme ended with her heading home for her midterms while I joined the moving competition with Zakira and Owais. Elizah had her individual one where she only attended 4-star competitions with ranked opponents.

I do still worry about her arm. I am, however, happy that she has become the butterfly she deserves to be, not to mention her talents being recognised. This time we stayed in contact, but only because in life, one only has one shot at living out their childhood dream…and ours right now is kicking every tree while we get a degree…I know where my next destination is.