His plane had landed for more than an hour, and then, after the rest of the paperwork, he was waiting for Murad's son outside the airport, who, according to Fehmida Begum, had left the house two hours ago.
As he stepped out of the Airport, a gust of wind touched his face, reminding him of his past, when she had told him about her departure that night.
"I'm going back to Pakistan tomorrow, forget me, Adam."
How easily she had said to forget her, but did she ever thought if it's even possible?
The warmth of her memory has again reminded him of his deep love for her.
She is in the same country, what is she doing right now?
How is she doing in her life?
Is she happy?
So many years have passed, by now she must have married someone of her choice...
But this last thought felt like a dagger to his already pained heart and he clenched his fists in jealousy and pain.
"Why aren't you here yet?, come quickly, we are waiting for you," Saying this, Murad Sahib cut the call and turned to Adam who looked drowned in his deep thoughts with a tensed face and clenched fists. It was as if he was thinking about something very hateful.
Seeing him like this, Murad Sahib put his mobile back in his coat pocket and came towards him.
"Adam, what happened? you look tense." At Murad Sahib's voice, Adam looked at him with frowned brows, but when he understood what he was asking, he relaxed his shoulders and shook his head answering. "Nothing, uncle, I'm fine." Adam avoided himself, composing himself.
Murad Sahib also did not put much emphasis on the matter and shook his head. At that moment, Murad Sahab's mobile phone rang and he answered the call after seeing the caller id.
" Hello, yes, we are standing in front of McDonald's." Saying that he hung up and looked ahead. Adam also looked in the same direction.
A young man, who was coming towards them with a smile on his face, and looking at his features, he could tell that he was his uncle's son, about whom he had told him in London.
To Adam, he looked 24 or 25 years old.
"Hello Abu, how are you?" He came straight to his father and hugged him first.
"Wa Alaikum salaam, I'm fine, but where have you been for so long, didn't your mother informed you that you have to pick us up?" Murad Sahib asked in an interrogative manner.
Embarrassed, he put his hand on the back of his neck and spoke."Abu, I was with a friend."
"Okay forget about it, and meet your cousin Adam, and Adam, this is my incompetent son, Zoyan."
When Murad Sahib's gaze went to Adam who was looking at the father and son with a slight smile, he ignored the reason for Zoyan's late arrival and introduced them both.
When heard his father calling him incompetent in front of his new family member, he wanted to say something but at the second moment, he laughed at his insult and hugged Adam before greeting him.
Adam responded to his greetings with the same warmth.
"Uncle Murad told me about you," Adam told him, smiled warmly at him. He still couldn't believe that he was in Pakistan at the moment and that the two men standing next to him were part of his family, whom he didn't even know to exist until a month ago.
"Wait, did you just speak Urdu?" Zoyan looked at Adam with wide eyes, as if Adam was an alien or had horns on his head.
"Why? I can't speak Urdu?" Adam asked at Zoyan's strange, funny reaction.
"No, I don't mean that. I mean, you were born in London, and you grew up there, and your...."
"Zoyan!" Murad Sahib warned him before he could complete his sentence, but Adam was laughing at Zoyan's strange question. Because this talkative habit of Zoyan was reminding him of his past when he used to be in the same cheerful mood.
"When I was a child, and Baba was still alive, he always spoke to me in Urdu, and then at school, I had an Indian friend, and we both spoke Urdu / Hindi. So speaking this language is not a big deal for me." He explained to him the reason for his fluent Urdu.
"Oh... now I understand," Zoyan said understandingly.
"Enough talk. Now let's go home. Your mother will be waiting for Adam.
At the order of Murad Sahib, the three proceeded towards the parking lot.
Adam was sitting in the back seat next to Murad Sahib in the car, looking out. Meanwhile, Zoyan was telling Murad Sahib about his mother and how happy she was to hear the news of Adam's arrival.
But at that moment, Adam was not paying attention to anything, because his mind was repeating his past over and over again.
The only person, whose face was, again and again, appearing in his mind, her words, her smile, the girl who was the sole focus of his every thought.
Aayat…
Feeling suffocated all of a sudden, he rolled down the car window, and the refreshing wind from outside was giving him a strange peace.
He leaned back against his seat and closed his eyes. And lost in the magic of the cold winds coming from the shore.