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Bring me back to life

Part 16:

When he yelled at me, I was frightened, more than one can imagine. Never in my wildest dream had I thought that Asad would shout at me. His kind side made it difficult for me to believe that even he could get heated but then even the most silent person would burst out one day; Asad was just too far from silence. He had been tolerating me for long, it was reasonable for him burst particularly when I behaved in such a manner. I didn't intend to do that but I just don't want to be hated by any of his family member, certainly not tamatar. His mother, she suffered like I did? She understands my pain the most? I couldn't believe my ears when Asad said it; she appeared to be fine to me. She didn't ended up like me, then why me?

I stood there wordlessly listening to him. He was misunderstanding me, I don't hate his mother. I told him how I didn't have a problem with his ammi. Why was I taking this silently? I have the right to defend myself. I took a deep breath and burst out the way he did. I yelled at him, yes I did. For the first time in these six months I spoke a whole lot. I shouted out my feelings at him so that he wouldn't get the wrong impression. I don't know why but I don't want him to misapprehend me. I was crying and screaming but I assume it will just screw everything up so I shut my mouth. He wiped my tears and embraced me in front of everyone, nothing like that night, this time it was in front of the whole crowd. I calmly whispered what I truthfully felt, I open up to him straightforwardly though I sometimes don't have a handle on what I am doing or saying. I feel protected in his arms; it was the safest place for me, safer than anywhere else.

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I instantly regretted for shouting at her, I can't identify the inner her. Even if I attempt so much to, I'd be unsuccessful constantly. She was wounded but she felt my sister's soreness instead of her injury. She is concerned regarding my family more than me, how can there be such a person. She lose hope and optimism but she don't wish for others to be in pain, she did not want others ending up like her even knowing the fact that she was in this state because of them. I don't know which word I should use to describe her but if there is a most selfless person alive, it is her. No one in this entire planet will be able to have a heart like hers. I embrace her tightly when a tear rolled down my cheek, I felt terrible. I glance at my side where my parents and my sister were standing with tears, they must have heard everything. Why wouldn't they? We were bickering like a husband and wife about to get divorced. Tamatar ran to us and embrace both of us following with my parents joining in.

We retrieved back home dropping the idea of dining out because Zoya wanted to return. Though she opened up with us, she is still afraid of others. I was sitting in my room replaying what we encountered awhile ago. I was truthfully regretting for misunderstanding her, I shouldn't have done that.

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Here I was standing in this room gazing at the picture, picture of my father. I still didn't figure out why was he with Asad and his dad. I didn't tell Asad that he is my father, what would be his reaction? One of the reasons why I was by far persuaded coming here was because I wished to uncover out about him, how did he know them? Why did he put up the house for sale, the only house where I had memories with my mother? I was being chased by and kicked out by those men for staying in my very own house.

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I knocked on the door waiting for her to open but there was no respond. I knocked for a second time but it seemed like no one was inside. I swung open the door and indeed she wasn't in her room but where was she? I entered my sister's room and then my parent's room but I couldn't find her. I recalled how she was founded in that room when I thought she ran away. I saw the door was left ajar and lights were on. I glimpse her gazing at the picture without blinking. Why is she starting at the picture? Isn't that client dead, what more is in that picture? Is she somehow related to him, the horrible man?

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Needless to look, I just felt his presence. "Why do you stare at this picture? By any chance, do you know this man?" he stood at the side and asked apprehensively. I didn't answer him; I didn't know what to say. How should I tell him that I'm his daughter? "I hope you don't. I wouldn't want you to know this disgusting man." why did he referred my father as disgusting? No, the question is how did he know my father? Was it only staff-boss relationship or something more? Yes I admit that he was disguising but what unpleasantness did he bring in Asad's life? I was gazing at him when I detect a door behind him. Why didn't I notice door before, where does it lead to? Am I allowed to enter?

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The way she gazes at the picture was something more than a slight connection; it seems as if she knows someone. She turned to me t then glances at the door confusingly as if she wanted to make out what's inside. I held her hand in mine and led her inside. When she entered, she seemed amazed at what she saw.

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This room is a room where I could spend my entire life and never get bored. I felt like in heaven when I entered the room, I touched each shelf and tried to feel the feeling which I lost when I quit college. It was huge room filled with bookshelves, there were numerous books. I took a book from the shelf and sat on the table starting to read it. Asad sat beside me and placed his hand on the book preventing me from reading it. "You can read later. Can you listen to me first?" I nodded my head and closed the book waiting for him to speak up. He turned my chair towards him and seized my hands in his. I felt this tingling feeling inside me and creepy at the way he gazes at me. It was quite awkward since I didn't know what to do or where to look; I glance at everything around me but him. "look at me Zoya." he asked me to look at him, how should I? I took a quick look at him and removed my sight once again. "Zoya if you don't look at me, how do you expect me to know if you are listening?" I took a deep breath and gazed at him, in his eyes.

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Why can't she look at me? I mean it look as if she is relentlessly trying to run away from me, out of all the people, why me? I somehow convinced her to look at me; she gazed right in my eyes. At a sudden moment, I felt as if she would get ahead through my eyes into my mind knowing what I must be thinking. "I'm sorry." I said making a confession for scolding her. "Huh?" she looked at me puzzled; perhaps she didn't understand the reason behind my apology. "I'm sorry for scolding you." I held her hand more firmly wishing she would accept my request for forgiveness and let the matter slide. "Its...okay..." she removed her hands from mine uncomfortably. Why such cold behavior with me? She took the book and positioned it back in its place and limped towards the exit. I do not like the way she behaved with me, I don't know why but I don't wanted to be treated differently by her. I meant different in the sense of not getting her attention and getting ignored. I walked behind her pulling her by her arm which caused her back to hit the shelf.

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I felt him pulling me backwards and I hit my back with the shelf. "Don't Zoya, don't" He seemed angry, did I do something wrong? what does he want to say? "Don't... what...?" I asked while stammering, I was frightened from him. He had been angry with me for twice in a day, did I made a mistake? "Don't run away from me damn it!" He slammed the bookshelf behind me and something fell on ground beside my feet. How can I tell him why I don't want to be near him? He gave more reason to stay distant form him awhile ago. He hates my father, if he found out I'm his daughter, he'll hate me too. He covered his face with his palms as if his guilty for yelling at me and sat down on the ground leaning on the shelf.

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She sits down beside me though there was a gap between us. "Are you a thief?" she said picking up something from the ground. "I'm pretty sure this doesn't belong to you." she held the diary displaying it to me. "Ya it's not mine, this diary belong to a very special girl." I took it from her hand and turned over the cover. "Don't read" she closed the diary and placed her hand on it. She moved near me, I know she did that just to make believe she isn't running away from me. "Shh. I already read it" I whispered it in her ear. "Why is it with you?" she asked curiously.

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