Chapter Three

　　its been five days since the party. Everyone has been busy with their lives. Zara is readying to open up her bakery. Her parents supported her in every possible way they could.

　　Zara folded the praying mat, keeping it inside her closet as usual. The past two days had been hectic to her, as she moves around finding the right location for her bakery.

　　Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she dialed her friends number "Hello Manal, are you coming or should I come over?" she said in a quiet tone. There was a moment of silence from the background before she heard her friends voice.

　　"You can come over but right now Im not at home, my mom sent me on an errand so before you arrive Ill be back" Manal explained followed by a sound of a horn, the next thing Zara heard is her cussing.

　　"What is it? why are you cussing?" Zara asked

　　"There was some man trying to turn my ear deaf with his horns. Bye for now"

　　"Okay," she muttered hanging up. making her way downstairs she meet her mom who was busy talking on the phone maybe with her clients.

　　"Alright, I will call my sister in charge of the design and get back to you" plopping herself beside her mom, she rests her head on her shoulder.

　　"Mom" she started. Farah glanced at her daughter through the side. She knows when Zara has something to say.

　　"Im going to Manals house were going out to check on the location," she said quietly.

　　"But you know that your dad doesnt like it when you go out alone, take the driver with you"

　　"No need because were going together with Amir" fishing out her phone she texted him.

　　"Be careful and make sure you come back early"

　　"Insha Allah mom" hugging her mom, she rose up from her sitting position and was about to make her way upstairs, when her Mom called again.

　　"By the way, Fawwaz is back" Zaras eyes widened in surprise.

　　"Really?"

　　"Yeah, I just spoke to Myrah and she told me he came back yesterday" a smile made it way out of her lips. So he came back.

　　"Alright, maybe Ill stop by Aunt Myrahs house," she said.

　　"But dont cause trouble, you know Fawwaz is not like you guys, an intelligent and quite Guy" Zara resist the urge to roll her eyes. He might be intelligent and quite as her mom said but he cant be quiet around her.

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　　"Ya Allah Manal, can you be quick. We have to be fast before someone purchases the building before us" a hiss made it way out of her lips while glaring at Amir who has been horning continuously.

　　"Easy dear dont strangle me. Lets go" her friend said slipping on her bag. As they made their way towards the car, Manal sat at the back while Zara sat at the front. peeping at Amir she gave him a dirty look.

　　"What?"

　　"Why must you horn loudly, do you want to turn our ears deaf?" putting on her seat belt, she wined down the car window.

　　"Why cant I horn when youve kept me waiting for the past ten minutes. I dont understand why girls take so much time dressing up" Amir muttered roaring the engine to life.

　　"I heard you and thats because were different from you guys" he was about to answer her when Manal interjected.

　　"Why cant you guys talk normally for a minute without fighting. At this stage, we might not reach our destination"

　　"Whatever" Zara mumbled rolling her eyes.

　　The drive to the location was not a pleasant one as Amir and Zara kept arguing on the way. Manal plugged in her earpiece knowing how they can be, their arguments can give her headache.

　　The car halted in front of a formal building, getting off the car, Zara trekked to the man standing in front of the building.

　　"Hello, please Im looking for the owner of this building" she started pointing at it.

　　"Are you Zara Abdallah?" the man inquired raising one of his brows.

　　"Yes"

　　"It was a pleasure to meet you. Im the owner, we talked on the phone yesterday" Zara was surprised because the man doesnt look like someone who owns a shop talk less of a big one a few miles away from her. But, just because someone doesnt wear good clothes doesnt mean hes poor.

　　"Mr. Alee right?" the man nodded in answer. "Let me show you around" he added gesturing to the door. As said, he shows them around the building, The kitchen part was big just as Zara wanted and the Main area was also okay.

　　"How is it?" Zara whispered to Amir. He raised one of his brows in thinking while glancing around.

　　Um... its okay, the main area is big enough for the customers to fit in, and also the private area is good, as people who are not comfortable to sit around the main part can just use there" Zara nodded her head feeling satisfied with the building.

　　"Ill go for it then right Manal?" She asked manal who was standing behind them.

　　"Yes its okay"

　　Zaras eyes scanned the place once again. Within a few weeks, this place will be her bakery. Shes even thinking about adding more designs to it.

　　"Thank you Mr. Alee, Ill transfer the money to you right now is it okay with you"

　　"Yes, Im glad you liked it thank you for buying my building"

　　"Its my pleasure" Suddenly the door bursts open.

　　"Father-" the girl trailed off seeing some unknown faces.

　　"Sumayya youre back already?" The man said, the smile not leaving his face.

　　"Yes, father" she watched Them with a curious look, walking towards them.

　　"This is Sumayya my daughter," the man said proudly.

　　"Assalamu Alaikum" the girl greeted

　　"Wa Alaikum salam, Im Zara nice to meet you" Zara offered her hands, which the girl shake instantly

　　"Youre beautiful" A smile made it way out of her lips, She just met the girl a few second ago but she likes her.

　　"Thank you and youre beautiful too"

　　After all the greeting and the agreement. theyre now on their way back home after dropping Manal at her house.

　　"Amir can we stop by Aunt Myrahs house. Mom told me Fawwaz is back. I want to see him and give him an earful for not calling me" All Amir does was nod as she goes on and on.

　　Myrah was about to descend up, holding the clothes she just finished folding which belong to her husband when a knock emerged from the door.

　　"Who could it be?" she muttered, placing the neat ironed clothes on the couch.

　　"Coming" she exclaimed hearing the doorbell again. Opening the door, she was graced with the presence of Amir and Zara.

　　"Amir, Zara what a pleasant surprise" Zara embraced her in a hug.

　　"I found out this earlier that Fawwaz is back," She said pulling apart.

　　"Yes, I wanted to call you but it kind of slipped off my mind"

　　"Where is he? I need to give him an earful" Zara declared while she made her way inside. As if he heard them, a tall figure emerged from the stairs.

　　"And why are you looking for me?" his hands were stuffed inside his jeans pocket with a slight smile on his face.

　　"Is that what youre going to say after 12 months of not seeing" she glared at him.

　　"Okay Im sorry sister, it wont happen again" he held his ears with both his two hands apologetically.

　　"Is that so?" she asked with a smile. Fawwaz nodded his head.

　　Zara heaved out a sigh "Okay then Since you apologize Ill forgive you. I have so much to tell you, but first I have an important gossip" she whispered. Fawwaz shakes his head, sitting more comfortably.

　　"Shoot"

　　"I found a good match for Amir" she whispered.

　　"What?when is that?" Amir bombarded raising one of his brows. Zara ignored him turning back to Fawwaz who was listening to her, hands folded together.

　　"Her name is Sumayya, shes beautiful and perfect match for him"

　　"You must be joking right?" he said again, a smirk dangled at the corner of her lips.

　　"Im not. Ive given her your number and also collected hers" Amirs eyes widen hearing her words.

　　"And who told you I need a girlfriend?" his hands were now folded across his chest while he watched her.

　　"Do you want to be single your whole life?" she copied his actions.

　　"I didnt say that, besides I have someone already" Zara stared at him bug-eyed

　　"When did that happen? Whos she?" she questioned

　　"I wont tell you its a secret, so better stop your matchmaking. The person who needs it is sitting right behind you" Zara turned towards Fawwaz with a curious look. Fawwaz raised his hands up in surrender.

　　"Dont even think about it because Im not interested" He stated, his face now in a serious expression. Hes not ready to get himself into time-wasting relationships, he has more important things in front of him.

　　"You guys are boring, let me go to Aunt" standing up she started walking upstairs then stop.

　　"And you Amir, If you like dont tell me Ill find out about her myself"