How can you just be letting me know now?" I said my voice rising. "your flight is booked...i don't even know why you bothered to tell me." I said storming out of the room.
He didn't follow me downstairs to try to make me feel better and that made me feel even worse.
Thank goodness Ummi went to see a friend of hers. I'll feel embarrassed with her watching this unravel.
I sat in a corner in the kitchen, crying to myself.
He hasn't traveled for a very long time now and he's leaving tonight and didn't even bother to tell me before hand.
Sitting there thinking to myself I realized that maybe I'm being a little too childish and selfish in a way.
Maybe something just happened and he didn't have enough time to tell me properly or maybe he couldn't bring himself to tell me.
I wiped my tear stained cheeks and made my way upstairs slowly. The door was left open and I saw Zayyad sitting on the bed, his face in his palm and his shoulders slumped.