Kareem's POV...
We came back home not too long ago but we've still not spoken properly to one another. I kind of felt bad for shouting earlier but upon what I witnessed when I came to pick her up, it seemed as though I was right when telling her to stay away from that guy, and the way her shoved her so violently? I'm pretty sure something went wrong, but she didn't tell me what, and I didn't ask her, and besides, it would be awkward to bring it up now.
I set the dining table and arranged the cutlery on either side of the table, before I began making my way towards the library.
Since we arrived home, she went to the library and hasn't come out since. I thought it would be wise to not disturb her, considering the fact that I don't know what she's probably thinking about the conversation that guy and her were having before he shoved her.
Once I arrived at the library door, I softly knocked on the doorframe to get her attention. She slowly looked up from the book she was reading and looked in my direction.
"Dinner's ready". I said in a low voice and she nodded. I wondered what she was thinking about. Was it something concerning the argument? I shook those thoughts off and began making my way back to the dinning room, she followed suit soon after.
I served the two of us each some of the macaroni I made before taking my seat. I observed as Laila played with the macaroni with her spoon, she was obviously thinking about something, and I was sure of it.
"Uhm", I said, that got her attention, maybe I'd be able to find out what's bothering her . "I was wondering, about what happened earlier today, can you tell me why he pushed you?" I asked, she didn't look up to face and just placed the spoon gently on the plate. Was she still angry with me?
She finally looked up to meet my gaze after some time. "He, he said something about getting revenge. He said that I'd regret rejecting him. And then you came". She glanced around her surroundings before returning her gaze beck to the plate in front of her.
I thought her words through. Regret? Rejection? What does he mean?
"So you rejected him?" I asked in order to clear my doubts.
"Yes". Was all she said, but I could still feel as though something just wasn't right. Why was she still so distant? Something is definitely off.
"But why were you talking to him in the first?" I asked right before shoving a mouthful of macaroni into my mouth.
"Seriously?" I heard her say, I looked up to see her glaring at me with her arms crossed and her back slouched on the chair.
"I did warn you about him". I said, still not looking up to look at her. But I could already tell she was not happy.
"Oh really? So what you're trying to tell me, is that you didn't hear me when I told you that I don't like being around him, and that he makes me uncomfortable?" She said, practically yelled, at me. I placed my spoon on the table. If she didn't like being around him, then that just proved that he was the one approaching her.
"Okay", I said , finally looking up to see her. " All I was trying to do was advice you. And because I don't know what the two of you were talking about, I made an assumption. I'm sorry, so are we good?" I asked . Even though I did want to talk about it and find out about what's going on, I knew better than to continue a feud I didn't bargain for.
I saw her look up at me for a split second before sighing. " Okay", she said before returning her attention back to her plate of food. I wasn't sure if she was still angry or not but I could tell she was still thinking about it. What did he tell her? I shook those thoughts away and brought my focus back to my food.
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I scanned through the file one last time before signing it at the bottom of the page. I could feel my vision getting blurred and my forehead. I sighed before standing up and making my way towards the kitchen.
After dinner, Laila went up to her room and hasn't come down since. There's a high chance she's angry, and I'm pretty sure I'm the cause of it. I added the water and coffee into the coffee maker before closing the lid and turning it on.
Once the coffee was done, I poured it into the mug and began making my way back to the dining table when I heard the familiar sound of footsteps slowly approaching the bottom of the stairs. I waited patiently for Laila to come down, not wanting to turn to face the stairs.
Once she arrived downstairs, she began making her way towards the front door, not bothering to notice my presence..
" Where are you going?" I asked calmly as I approached the dining table a little before placing my coffee mug on the table.
She didn't turn to look at me as she stopped in her tracks. "I'm going to the café, is there a problem?". She said, as she fidgeted with the hand of her bag, still not turning to look at me.
"Yeah, it's already pretty dark outside. It's not safe for you to be going out this late". I said as I observed her . Something was definitely wrong.
"I'll call you when I'm on my way back, and besides, I didn't plan on staying too long". She said softly.
"Okay, just don't stay too long". I said, hoping for her to at least glance in my direction, but she just nodded before walking out, almost like as if she didn't want to be anywhere around me...