We reached home, and my mother went into the kitchen for arranging the things which we have brought. I move back to my room and changed into a set of loose T shirt and pajamas to have some rest after a hectic week at my workplace. I took a small nap when my mother wake me up to make dinner.
Usually my mother cooks food but on weekends it's my duty to do all the cooking work. and I really love cooking.
But today, my mood is not so good after meeting with Mrs. Ibrahim. I didn't have so much hope with Zayden after what happened to our family back then but still I am working hard enough in my career, so that atleast I can try my best to aproach him with my positive self.
What could I do.. we were never in romantic relationship... He was just my neighbour, childhood playmate and a senior at my school. I had a secret crush on him and I don't even remember from when and later as the feeling grows it developed into a deep rooted one-sided love about which Zayden knows nothing. Or I should say doesn't even care to know. But for me he was everything.
Often when we were playing.... Mrs. Ibrahim used to say to my mother..... " Feriha your daughter is so adorable and caring.... I will take her from you as my Zayden's wife...." I don't know how serious she was but my mother always treat that as joke. She never took this seriously. But somewhere in my heart it holds a place...
I was reminiscing our past when my mother once again called me to prepare dinner... Although I was not in a mood, but still I head off towards the kitchen.