Imperfect Perfections

[31] Party!

Waking up naked, I was in a blast. My body was cold and shivering, and surprisedly dressed. Throwing myself from the pillow, I found myself alone in the bed. Last night came rushing into my mind as I searched for the time. The phone said morning eight.

"s**t"

Suddenly the door opened, and two eyes popped in. Her tiny hair falling into my vision.

"Up?"

I nodded, clearly not wanting to make contact.

She laughed, making me stare.

"Breakfast. Can I come in?"

I said nothing but nod again.

In she walked, dressed up and bathed, with a platter of sandwiches. Without a word, we started digging in.

"This is chicken!"

I knew that. Living all my life in a typical Muslim household, it was no big deal when the chicken was served every week. But her surprise got me astonished.

"You have never eaten chicken?"

She held my gaze and sighed,

"i***t! This hotel said it was veg"

Of course, we had crashed into a hotel. Not the one Fahim had led us into, or the one his typical brother-in-law had booked but instead another side one, which was two blocks afar. After she found out her brother was enjoying the fact she had arrived for his wedding after all that shitty behavior from him too, Fami gave no hang about it and continued to stay: either because she wanted to get back her man or because she didn't wanna let Fidha down by leaving after few days itself.

Anyway, considering what happened last night, I was hoping she would say it wasn't just a mistake. Or just not say anything about it, if that was her plan.

However, her face said nothing, instead be that bubbly little sparrow she always used to be.

"Your right, this hotel is veg", I said, after two minutes of thoughtfulness.

She blinked steadily and continued munching on another.

"I was starving."

I nodded, gullibly.

"We gotta go, you know. Today's Fidha's girls day out"

I pursed my lips, "I'm no girl"

That made the silence chill down a bit. She raised her eyebrows, and laughed widely, almost knocking the plate off the bed.

My lips lifted a bit in her happiness.

"I know! But Fahim's got the bachelor's party too"

Fahim?

"Yeah, he arranged it...for the groom"

The fact she read my thoughts, was more surprising than the fact she addressed her brother as someone strange.

"When is it?", I took the tissue box for her from the opposite cupboard, as she fished out her phone.

Scrolling through her i********: account, she smiled,

"It's said to be today, at eight"

That was five hours more to go.

"Five more hours!", she exhaled deeply, like the thought of being here with me was exhausting. The jinx of our thoughts was making me turn red.

"Its at Harold Club, someone underground dungeon area. Geez, why do people have parties in the weirdest of places? Its so lame!"

She remarked like she had visited thousands of them in her lifetime. I mean, considering the Fami I knew, she was the typical religious-like traditional girl who wouldn't drink and enjoy a good time flirting with the sexy men in a club: meaningly the person she was talking to, is an expert.

"You are an expert in that", she said immediately, making me wince again. Did s*x link our brains or something?

She turned her gaze to me and smiled,

"Guess what?"

I turned to her, startled. My cheeks were flinching on noticing her light shade makeup and beautiful frock.

"The venue is the same!"

Oh!

"Seriously?! Like a combined party"

She nodded and shrugged,

"Whatsoever was the reason for that, I mean won't that cause more problems?"

She was right. It would, you know..

"The time might be different?"

She strained her neck to the light of the screen and shook her head,

"Nah, it's eight for both. Seemed to be like a party before the marriage. I guess the oldies did allow that"

Oldies. She was clearly disrespecting and respecting them there.

"What?", she caught me staring at her.

I shook my head and looked down.

She sighed and clicked her tongue, "It was good. I liked it"

My face flew up and met her eyes. There was a glimmer in them.

"Yeah.I mean it. My first time and maybe a millionth of yours. But I liked-"

"My second time"

She was surprised by that.

"Really? I thought you were like the flirt king!"

She said it like a compliment, that I failed to take the insult.

"Well, s*x is only the second time...Flirting, I never did it with you..."

She smiled widely and brushed my hair,

"You can do that. I had fun."

I shrugged like I would consider the request.

But she stood up, laughing,

"I know, you will do it."

Saying, she walked to the door, "I gotta choose a good dress, right? Why don't we go some shopping? You know whats suits me the best"

The last sentence made me turn so red, that she simple giggled,

"Boy, don't get turned on or anything"

The door closed behind her.

I still didn't know if this was a dream or whether she was just playing with me or maybe it had all happened and she didn't wanna losing me, or maybe even leading me on.

Not even knowing the reason, I decided to take the risk.

Because purely and ultimately, Harith, the flirt king had fallen so deep, he wouldn't be able to come up again.

Yes, I had fallen.

Deeply for Fami.

Deeply for my best friend's lover.