||Asya FF|| Bring me back to life - pt 23 -pg151!! - Page 38

"How did you recognize me Dadu?" she broke the embrace and gazed at my dad. "You are still wearing the necklace I gave you." The necklace, why did I never paid attention to it? Yes I did saw the necklace but I didn't know it would be that important! The necklace was quite unique because there were some words engraved on it. It was a shiny-silver heart shape necklace with "Joya" written on it in cursive writing. She smiled touching the necklace when my sister spoke up. "Abu, I also want a necklace!" mom and Dad smiled expect me; I was still bewildered and my mind was demanding for an answer. "But you have to call me dad." My dad was very exceptional father; he believes if we call him dad, it will make him look cool. "Okay' dad" my sister agreed. Dad has his own ways of getting things done. I was forced to call him dad because I needed a PSP when I was 10. I thought my mom would be as confused as me, but that was definitely not the case. She was smiling as if she knew about this whole "Joya-Dadu" fiasco.

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I didn't contain any reason to abscond this house; or rather I didn't want to anymore. I had my Dadu with me, I made a new friend, tamatar and Asad was also with me. It will take time to accept Asad, Najma and his mom wholeheartedly but maybe I can make an effort. If they are Dadu's family, they can't be coldblooded, certainly not after what I observe since the past few days. I wanted to know more about them, concerning Asad, regarding why Dadu didn't came that night when I was waiting. He never abandoned me but he did that night, and after that, I never saw him. When I left my house six months ago, I waited at the bench hoping he would come back one day but as a replacement, his son came unknowingly. We ate my favorite kachories while I pay attention to their talks but then I notice Asad, he was relatively silent today but why? Did he not like the fact that I know his father, or we have a strong bond? Did he not want me to live here any longer? Everyone retrieved back to their rooms and so did I.

I saw the iPod placed on the bed so I decided to return it. I went to his room and knocked on the door but no one replied. I open the door and peeked inside but he wasn't there. I thought why not place the iPod on his bed; he will catch sight of it. When I entered and placed it on the bed, I heard a door click open so I turned back but there was no one at the doorway.

"You want anything Zoya?" a voice came from behind. I turned and saw Asad standing outside the bathroom door shirtless. I was gawking at his biceps and six-packs which I guess he noticed because he smirked seeing my reaction."So...Sorry," I covered my eyes with my hand and rotated myself.

"okay you can turn now" he wore his white shirt and sat on the bed."Oh you came to return the iPod?" he asked picking the iPod from the bed and hid it under his pillow. "Ya" I nodded. "Did you like the songs?" I actually loved the songs but I was still curious about that special most played song. I didn't know if I should inquire about it because he might think I'm invading in his privacy. "Yes." I nodded once again. "Come sit, let's talk." he pat on the bed motioning me to take a sit in front of him.

"I..." I tried to make an excuse because I know I will certainly ask him about it unintentionally which would make him sad. No one knows the feeling of recalling the past better than me. "No excuses Zoya." I gave up and sit down on his bed. "So, you didn't told me that you knew my dad." he stated but it was more like a question as if he was asking how. "You never told me he was your dad." I attempt making it a reasonable argument to fight for myself. "okay." he gave up on this question-answer section perhaps he thought I was not interested in chatting with him. But it was nothing like that; I'm just an uninteresting person to converse with.

"Let's play a game where we can know more about each other." he suggested this idea which in fact made me glad because I would get to know more about him. Since the time we met, he seemed to know more about my past but never talked about his.

"It's a game where I ask you one question and you ask me back. It can be any question you want." he explained the rules and the technique of playing the game. "Is it necessary to answer the question or we can pass?" I inquired since I didn't really wanted to answer the questions related to my past but I had to play the game to know more about him.

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"You can pass." though it was not the rule, I purposely told her the wrong information because I didn't want to make her cry like the previous night. "Okay then, let's play" she seemed very excited, perhaps she didn't really played games before.

"My first question is your favorite color, which one?" I couldn't think of anything else beside this. Yes I wanted to know more about her but didn't want to make her recall her past. "Black"

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"My turn" I wanted to ask him about the song and losing someone but it would be too sudden and it's my first question. "Favorite food'?"

"Pizza" he said licking his lips. "I can't live without pizza. My turn again"

"Your first kiss" He gazed at me impatiently waiting for my answer. Should I tell him but what if he made fun of me? I mean honestly there was nothing to hide from him. "Never had one" I shrugged and replied frankly.

"Same question." he looked at me being impressed.

"Same answer then." no way! He didn't have his first kiss yet? It's acceptable for me but it's hard to believe that he didn't kiss a girl before. "Honesty is the best policy Asad." I try to ring his bell because I didn't want him to lie to me. I wasn't being self-centered but if I was being sincere with him, he should also be.

"It's the truth, I've never kissed a girl." he explained but still it was difficult to accept it as the truth. "Oh so you mean you've kissed a guy." I replied trying to get more interacted in the conversation. "Now you sound like my dad, he thinks I'm gay." well I was glad there was someone agreeing to my point. "Dadu is never wrong." I pointed out just to get on his nerves on his dad calling him gay. "He is, sometimes. By the way, why do you call him Dadu?" I didn't know what to tell him, we just name each other as Dadu and Joya, nothing particular in a name.
"You don't like me calling him Dadu?" I attempt to divert his attention from this reason-behind-Dadu thing.

"No it's nothing like that. You can do as you please but'" he tried once again but it was like seriously nothing special. "My turn again." I said interrupting him because I want to ask him more question.

"No it's my turn." he looked at me shocked as if I was trying to steal his food. "You just asked me a question" I tried to tell him.

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"Oh really? And what was my question?" I inquired enjoying our game, I felt so joyful that she was opening up to me. I realized that if not reminded her of her past, there still lives an ordinary girl somewhere inside her."You asked me why I call your dad Dadu. Now don't deny." she pointed her finger at me so that I would let it slide.

"Okay, go ahead and ask" I laughed at her infantile behavior. "Did you lose someone?" her question made my smile faded away. Why did she inquire such a question? No the question is, how did she know? "I know I don't have the right to invade in your private matters but after I heard the song I..." the song? Which song is she talking about?

Before I could answer her, someone knocked the door interrupting our game. I was glad because I was not ready to share this matter with anyone else other then my mom, be it Zoya even. People might think that I'm a coward but I was afraid that she'll start hating me after she get to know about this.

"Come in" I utter loudly so the person standing outside could hear me. My dad entered the room with a bright smile on his face; this smile never left his face. Sometimes, I wish I was also like dad, wonder how does he manage to keep that smile even in sorrows.